It is interesting to see how hypertext has gone from being a grand possibility to a never-finished chore. --Ted Nelson
Attended my first
Taoist Tai Chi class this afternoon.
Missed the first session earlier this week, because I was out of town visiting a
friend.
My previous instruction includes about three hours over the past twenty-five years.
Once I attended a session with a group of folks who did
tai chi and then watched the X-Flies together. They were more advanced in their practice, and as a beginner I couldn't keep up.
One year the staff inservice included a tai chi workshop which was led by a
Tai Chi Chih instuctor.
Several years ago I shared a Thanksgiving dinner with another
Tai Chi Chih instructor, although I have never studied with him.
My first experience with Tai Chi was a brief introductory workshop at the
Black Hills Survival Gathering.
Howard Zimmon (z'l) (1938-
1999) studied and taught tai chi for more than thirty years. Although I never studied tai chi with him, I learned from each conversation we shared. Howard was a poet, a
fine-book printer, a bookseller, and a technical draftsman for the University of Iowa Physics Department.
Cardinal
1.
W O W !
I just saw a cardinal out there
There is a red cardinal
In the tree.
I saw a bright red cardinal
W O W !
there is a bright red cardinal
out there in the tree
He's still there look!
he's on the grass look!
whoops he flew away.
2.
When I come back
I want to come back as a cardinal
(the bird that is)
& I am going to have
the crimsonest feathers
& the neatest red crown
& I am going to eat
sunflower seeds
from Howard's feeder
& I am going to perch
on a branch
and sing all day.
This time around
I am practicing
for when I come back
as a cardinal.
--Howard Zimmon
Iowa Review,
Volume Twenty-Nine Number Two, page 97