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( Jul. 19th, 2004 12:49 pm)
I didn't really NEED anymore books, having a nice stack to read at the moment, but Bill and I went round a bunch of used bookstores and the UW bookstore on saturday and there were just some nice things I couldn't pass up.

First thing I found was a copy of Fanny Hill, I'd first heard of this book in my Hell Fire Club book. An early 18th century porn novel, that sold very very well. A nice penguin publication, the odd thing was that half price where i found it also had a blank journal book with the cover from it as the cover to the blank book odd.

I also got a book on the art of chinese poetry, which talks about the language and structure of poetry, and has several poems with the characters, literal translations word for word, and then a cleaner version. It's the only book I've started yet, and I really like it because it shows that the translations I've been doing of the t'ang poems are actually pretty good!

I also got "China, art myth and ritual" which is looking at very early chinese history, with lots of lovely illustrations.

I found a nice cheap copy of a selection of Rilke's poetry with the original german and translations.

A book on the mythology of mexico and central america which I've been wanting for a long time but was originally 20 dollars, but was on sale for a third of the price.

The book, which was the one I was originally intending to buy called Way and Byway, all about taoism, and local religion in sung china and today. I'm very excited to read this one as it combines perfectly my love of history with anthropology.

And the last book I found was Voices from the Ming-Qing Cataclysm. Lots of eye witness accounts of people who were living through a very turbulent and bloody time.

All in all I had a very succesful shopping trip. Alas the same cannot be said for Bill, who was looking for things in the original and could only find translations. I think we're now planning a trip to Powells for his birthday to see if anything can be found there!
I just came across this in my Chinese poetry book.

to the tune of Tieh Luan Hua by Feng Yen-ssu

Who says that this idle feeling has long been left aside?
Whenever spring comes, my melancholy returns as before.
Every day, before the flowers, I'm ill with too much drinking,
Yet dare I refuse to let my image in the mirror grow thin?

O you green grass by the river and willows on the dam,
Pray tell me: why does new sorrow arise with each year?
Alone on a little bridge I stand, my sleeves filled with wind;
The new moon rises above the woods and everyone else is gone.
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