got it locked

Then there's that other passage in the Tao of Wu where RZA talks about gettin' locked out of his mansion upstate and sleepin' on the grass. He found the good in that shit, predictably. He never loses his connection to the whole beautiful terrifying natural cycle of it all. To life. Learn from that shit. Nah mean? Fuck.

Have to say RZA tugs at the fuckin' heartstrings in that passage in the Tao of Wu where he recounts his final moments with ODB; poor guy looks at him with glassy eyes and says "I don't understand." Haunting shit.

Another hiatus on the posting....

But a better excuse this time; been so fuckin' deep into the Tao of Wu [got like, 10 pages left] that I haven't had time for anything else. And I'm not just readin' that shit. I'm annotating -- in the margins.

Back to Ohio

Someone who read the Tao of Wu told me RZA beat that attempted murder rap in Ohio. No living breathing raging beautiful fucking genius belongs in Ohio, unless it's to visit the International House of Pancakes after a triumphant bender. And I mean triumphant, like on some Socrates philosophies and hypothesis shit. Yeah. Some straight up hemlock-type shit.

Tao, Now

Still haven't read the Tao of Wu, the RZA memoir/theological treatise, in its entirety. Read the first couple pages in a bookstore ('member those?) and made a mental note: buy this book.

Hasn't happened, which I regret. Have to move forward. Have to buy the book. I could tell after skimming that it's far more coherent and engaging than the Wu Tang Manual, which had its moments.