* I found the best option for the weekly reminder emails, via Gmail. The external service options are more involved than our purposes require. Does anyone know anything about how to arrange an Apps Script? Basically all it has to do is tell ten people, on Saturdays, to come and get their juice/poems.
Until someone knows what to do there, I'll send out manual messages weekly. If you'd like to receive these and are not getting them, please let me know.
* If you haven't read it yet, chapter one, on tetrasyllabic shi poetry, in How to Read Chinese Poetry is hugely useful for the Book of Odes, imo.
* IF YOU HAVE FRIENDS WHO MIGHT LIKE TO JOIN or have other ideas, please let me know on this post.
* Every week I search the poems' English results to see if I can find any scholarship or neat bits and pop the results in Resources. Here is this week's collection.
**NEXT BATCH APRIL 26.**
Until someone knows what to do there, I'll send out manual messages weekly. If you'd like to receive these and are not getting them, please let me know.
* If you haven't read it yet, chapter one, on tetrasyllabic shi poetry, in How to Read Chinese Poetry is hugely useful for the Book of Odes, imo.
* IF YOU HAVE FRIENDS WHO MIGHT LIKE TO JOIN or have other ideas, please let me know on this post.
* Every week I search the poems' English results to see if I can find any scholarship or neat bits and pop the results in Resources. Here is this week's collection.
**NEXT BATCH APRIL 26.**
Re: 201. 谷风 - Gu Feng
It blows, it blows, the East wind blows,
First softly, then the rains ensue.
Once were alarms and anxious fears,
And I was all in all to you;
Now there is peace and all that cheers
You turn and spurn me from your view.
It blows, it blows, the East wind blows,
First softly, then with fierce hot blast
Once, in alarm, with anxious fears,
You held me to your bosom fast;
Now there is peace and all that cheers
Away like refuse I am cast.
It blows, it blows, the East wind blows,
And on the rugged rock-crowned height
There’s not a plant it fails to kill,
And not a tree it fails to blight.
Blind to my excellences still,
My little faults you keep in sight.
https://oll.libertyfund.org/title/confucius-the-shi-king-the-old-poetry-classic-of-the-chinese