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~---Tl~--~ .~.kL_._ ~ ~s Tashi Dawa ···--1\.J--- - _IIAIIOLI A Soul in Bondage Stories from Tibet Panda Books 22780 · ~~I CONTENTS Panda Books First Edition 1992 Copyright 1992 by CHINESE LITERATURE PRESS ISBN 7-5071- 0087-I ISBN 0-8351-2096-1 5 Preface - Dondrup Wangbum 13 A Soul in Bondage 41 Tibet: the Mysterious Years 107 Plateau Serenade 118 Over the River 129 The Free Man Qimi 140 On the Way to Lhasa 170 /~~-· ~: ····;~ (.\ -- ~/ The Silent Sage 178 ' I \ The Old Manor "'(' ~·::•·.HI; 1.. • _.\ 197 ... ·r )0 Invitation of a Century o .~) ·• ·1·.. n· :..\J 216 ~ \ AnJ IA1., ,, 1 ,: _..-, The Light on the Cliff 222 ~ \ The Banished Prince "./'~ I • u'; :.·· ' MINfSYERO PER f DENI CUllWl.~ll f· t''M3t~··rAU .. LHtir.:o c~ ,ntriJio p·~·· I ·( ··:· !_ :l:'Ji'i, le L;tituz;oni Culturull u I' Cr.ht:::r:a Published by CHINESE LITERATURE PRESS Beijing 100037, China Distributed by China International Book Trading Corporation 35 Chegongzhuang Xilu, Beijing 100044, China P .0 . Box 399, Beijing, China Printed in the People's Republic of China Preface Dondrup Wangbum IN August 1991, I went to Lhasa to attend the Second International Symposium on Gesar Culture, and was met there by Tashi Dawa and Ma-Lihua, poet and au thor of G/irrpses of Northern Tibet· It was the second time I had met Tashi Dawa, the first time being exactly ten years before at a seminar on Tibetan literature. He was a very young man then and had just embarked on his literary car~r. lt was on the afternoon of August 14 in Ma Lihua 's room that we had a rambling chat about al most everything under the sun. In the evening, I brought our conversation round to Tashi Dawa 's literary works because I wanted to finish compiling An Introduction to Contenporary Tibetan Literature which I had started ten years before. Unfortunately, around ten o'clock, the electricity was cut off. Tashi Dawa went downstairs and brought back with him a lamp and we continued in its soft bright glow. Tashi Dawa was born in Batang County in the Garze Tibetan Autonomous Zhou of Sichuan Province in 1959. His father was a government official. With the founding of the People's Republic of China, a large number of Tibetan people were sent to work in Tibet, Preface 7 6 A Soul in Bondage he developed an interest in American and Latin and his father was one of them. Tashi Dawa spent Am:erican literature, including the works of J. L. Bor~es, most of his childhood in Chongqing, his mother's Gabriel Garcia Marquez, J. J. Rulfo, Ernest Hemm~­ home. Like other children of government workers in way and William Faulkner. His early ~orks, "Reti- Tibet, he frequently travelled from Chongqing to " "Pilgrims" and "Over the River", foWr heix - Nyingchi, or to Shigatse or Lhasa as his father was caemnpcele , , are simple and realistic. His work " · . te trans~~ fro~ one place to another. After graduating t>oplar, Garland and Dream" describes the work~gs from jumor nuddle school in 1974, he studied painting of the subconscious. "A Soul in Bondage" and "Ttbet: at the exhibition centre of the Tibet Autonomous Re the Mysterious Years" are written in a _styl~ best d,c;s gion, and in the same year, became a stage designer at cribed as "magical realism". The publicatiOn_ of A the local theatre. In 1978, he entered the Chinese Ope Soul in Bondage " has generated great interest m ma~y ratic Institute to follow a one-year advanced course in circles. Those who study Latin-American literature w~l drama. His life in Chongqing and around the familiar immediately recognize the Latin-American influence. ~ts Jialing River formed a solid basis for him to learn o-called trilogy of illusions, "The Glory of the Wmd Chinese, which broadened his horizons and gave him 11md Horse ", "Invitation of a Century" an~ "The greater scope to learn about other cultures around the 1Liaht on the Cliff" is written in a more _sustamed,_d e world. It was with an open mind, therefore, that he tailed way and delves into the heart of T~betan s~ety · "entered" Tibet, which, to him, was fresh and mysteri The tragic overtones are immensely mov~g ·. Op~tons ous, and it is these qualities that are one of the about the trilogy differ, some critia> acclatming tt and main features of his works - the first of which was denouncing it as unintelligible. Whatever one's " Reticence" published in Tibetan Literature in 1979. however, it is undoubtedly a co~rageo~s It was this story that brought him to the attention of and is of historical value not only to Chmese lit the Chinese literary world. but even more so to Tibetan literature. I once As a boy Tashi Dawa was imaginative and dreamy. a Tibetan writer, "Read Tashi Dawa's work~­ He wanted to hear the wonderful music of the heavens lt'l true that he is deficient in some aspects, but his resounding in the oppressive classroom. He hunched artl•tic methods and the questions he raises are val~a­ over his desk writing science-fiction, detective stories ble. No artist will succeed without incorporating a~ut ~is own heroism, putting all the weird ideas a ju others • strong points. " He read some and told me he mwoorrk m. tSdodmlee tsicmheoso, l hset uwdoeunltd c oreualdd wpoitshs ihbilsy fhriaevned si notor dhisis walIln inCshpiinread, . quite possibly in other countn.e s as well, cuss international events. Reading is Tashi Dawa •s fa the reason for being a writer is to express tho~ghts an~ vourite pastime. His early reading matter included main emotions which reflect one's own rugged life. Tasht ly modem and contemporary Han . Chinese literature [)awa has aone through periods of depression, when and translated versions of Russian literature. In 1980 8 A Soul in Bondage Pretilce 9 he relt lost and hopeless, but h d'd . black mole on her chin, he could not believe his eyes. the contrary he thought h d e I not desparr. On , She was still as young as ever, the only young girl in found a way out for hims lfal1 ' explored actively and e · He chose writin hi t.he whole village now. career - a hard but gl . g as s T . onous one She stood silently, then went to the stables, while asht Dawa' s works cover a .. the others gaped. She bent down to look at the His early works deal mostl 'thwtde range of subjects. tiny creature, then lifted her skirt and a leg cou Tibet. He describes its y IWI . Lhasa, the capital of rageously, squatted, and sucked the foetus inside mous and peo~ e, Its local events, its fu- . prosperous Bajtao Street located . her." City' s centre,. Jokhan T m the and the wine stalls ~ ;mple, the sweet-tea houses The nver of time flows backwards and the life of range of subjects a~d c~a~: works explore a wider Oyayang returns to its original form. Because he is young man, Luozhu, m· th rs, such as the modem s · e story "PI te Oyayang' s friend, Sangyi becomes his scapegoat and who wears sunglasses d . a au erenade"' ma e m Italy · . la thrown into prison. All these events show that the and long hair. This was th ' genume jeans old ways in Tibet still exert a powerful influence. fame. Still later he intr d e story that brought him . th o uces two more eh cte "The Old Manor" is clearer in meaning than IS e veteran Agebu in "Th . . ara rs · One and the other · th e Ntght Wtthout Stars,, '' Invitation of a Century''. The male and female pro IS eserfL.. , taaonists, like the battered and dilapidated manor, do Manor" The · . angqm m "The Old . . vanety ofhts subjects t 1 tl not rebuild themselves to meet the needs of new circum day Tibetan society from li ~ Y re ects present- . a perspectives ltanCII, but retain in their minds outmoded thoughts HIstory and reality th · • e new and the·old T hi years later, they eventually leave the new world. 0 awa persistently sets h' If b . - as beautiful and cruel Lhamo Quzhen, owner of ents his 11eaders with a c~e . etween these and pres In the past tortured the young and hand- Although his d . . angmg, kaleidoscopic world. . . escnptive methods hi ~l'lllll, then her slave. Times change. After Lib stmdar' even the same, as in " vary' s themes are is transformed from being a serf to ters , "Invitati' f Balsang and His Sis- ' · on o a Century" d .._., of the cooperative team, dira,i:or of the Manor". ' an "The Old poor peiiiDtl 1 uaociation and chairman of the peo cribIne s, "tIhnrvoiutgathi othne uosfe ao f"C ent.u ry , ' Tashi. Dawa des- ple 1 1 commune while Lhamo Quzhen lives in poverty provoking ~tory about ill:~n, ~n absurd yet ~ought­ ln a low hut, and becomes a plaything in the palm of Lanaqin 'I hand .•,T he "cultural revolution" sets them Gyayang. The latter even tu li becoends, Sangyt and a Y mes a youn · both .on. the same level. At the end of the story he dies era t o f th e past and shrink fr g ansto- s om an adult to a foetus. a lonely death, she is on the J?Oint of death and the manor has collapsed. "When S · angyt caught sight of the girl with , the From his. stori~; firstly it may. be clearly observed ., . 10 ·A Soul in Bondage fTaamoalhn~yniwtlntnbechlwa hhdowdeodoh ta"eneAgtti ey rwavcewhplty sottosedI lla Tipynaamht aet_e earvixriroT~isn'hl1~snsdlet atien h ldme ei lp hu bbacmdcie cf eipsdgcce vbhtam iaaae teos wooefoo : n hnw.a celatclc rft. 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First, he sharply contrasts modern civilization _ the A Soul in Bondage THERE is a Peruvian folk-song called El Condor Pasa that I have not heard for a long time. But its simple, yet solemn melody lingers in the mind. Whenever I hear it, it conjures up a vision of high plateaux and deep valleys; of bits of farm land carved out of hillsides; of straggly crops; mill houses beside streams, llnd low stone cottages; of mountain folk struggling under heavy loads, the sound of cow bells, and the lonely dust-devils whirling in the wind, under a dazzling sun. My visions are not of Peru and the foothills of the high Andes. They are visions of the Pabunaigang Mountains in the south of Tibet. I am not sure wheth • I have actually been there, or merely dreamt of ' tho11c mountains. I cannot be sure, for I have beefi to too mnny places to keep reality and fantasY separate. I rt1ll1.c now that, until I finally went there, the Pabunaigang Mountains in my mind were only the re Geotion of a 19th century landscape by Constable. Although it was still a quiet mountain area, the lives or the people had quietly slipped into the modern era. There was a small airport, from which a helicopter made the trip into the city five times a week. Nearby was a electric generator powered by solar en ' In a amall restaurant next to the petrol station at .. • ,_• • Vlllaae. I sat with a man with a beard. He was 14 A Soul in Bondage A Soul in Bondage I 5 a talker who went on and on. He was actually quite According to legend there is a paradise ~n ~rth to we~ known, the chairman of the Himalayan Transpor the north _ the kingdom of Sangbala. It 1s sa1d that tation_ Company; the only outfit in Tibet that owned the secret sect of the Yoga began there. The first king, contamer trucks built in West Germany. 1 went to a Suocha Dcnapu was a disciple of Buddha, and later, carpet factory where designers worked out their ideas went about preaching his message. Scriptures prophesy o/n computers. A satellite disc picked up five channels that one day, the kingdom of Sangbala will be inva~ed and br~adcast thirty-eight hours of programmes a day. hy a great host. "You will ride on, never ~ro1~g In sp1te of the material progress that has been made hack. Twelve divisions will follow you. You will a1m some o~ the old traditions live on among the people of your spear at the heart of Halu 'taimeng, chief of de Pabuna1gang Mountains. For instance, the village chief mons and arch-enemy of Sangbala. And the dem~ns who has a doctorate in agriculture still makes the curi will be routed.'' This was the anthem of the last kmg ous "lo-lo" sound with his tongue when he speaks of Sangbala. Sangje Dapo had touched on the battle of to me as an expression of respect. And when people Sangbala once before. He said the battle of Sangbala ask_ ~ fav~ur they still say, "gu.ji, guji" in a would go on hundreds of years, but the demons would plamtive vm~. Old men remove their hats and press he vanquished in the end. Then the tomb of Zunggeba . th~ to therr breasts as a sign of respect. Although would open, and once more the message ~f the Weights an~ measures were standardized ages ago, peo Buddha would be preached. This would contmue a ple here still measure lengths by holding out one arm thousand years, and then great winds and ~re would a~d indicating the length they mean by chopping at it !I weep the earth. Finally, a deluge would brmg about w1th the palm of the other hand, from the wrist up the end of the world, but a handful of souls would be wards, all the way to the shoulder. 11pared. The world would _beg~ again, _with religion re Sangje Dapo, the living Buddha, was dying. He was vived. Sangje Dapo lay m h1s cot, h1s eyes fixed on the twenty-third incarnation of the Buddha at Zatuo 110meone that only he could see, and it was this unseen ~onastery. He was ninety-eight years old, and after yporeuse·n ce that he addressed whe~ he spo~e: "When hlffi there ~ould be no successor. Sangje Dapo and I ve crossed the Kalong GlaCier you will be s~nd­ h~d been friends. I had come to write an article about .l ng in the palm of the Lord of the Lot~s. ~k _nothmg · him· When a religion as mysterious and as steeped in Seck nothing. In prayer you will find msprrat10n, and 1~tesg emnad nsyu cphe ta~s lLeaadmearsis, mit fdaeilcsl intoe sp. rTodhuocsee wa esruec mceys ssoern ttio ~lnri11lpllirla~rtoiossni ngw liilnl ebs rionfg t hvaits ipoanlsm. ,Y oonue ~lilne sleeea dos utto oefa rtthhe- ments. Sanroe Dapo thought otherwise. He shook his ly puradise." . . . h"eSaadn gabt amlae,," ahned shaiids selyoews lyt,o o"kt hoen b aat tlfea r·oawf Saya ngloboakla. blv1o 1 1hocecmne d wthoe nv isthuea liLzeo rdin otfh atht em Lsotatunst haoscwe nd1te dn nignhtot has begun.'' .· , 1 seemed to see a ehariot driven by two angels 16 A Soul in Bondage A Soul in Bondage I 7 whisking him away into the southern sky. the cot. The living Buddha' s eyes glazed, and gradual- . "Two young people from Kangba are searching for ly he slipped away • - . the way to Sangbala, " said the living Buddha. Th e funeral preparations began. There were those " You mean to tell me, in the year 1988, a man and who wanted to bury him in a stupa so that there a woman .... '' I asked wearily. would be a lasting monument. But Sangje Dapo was He nodded. cremated. I left there shortly afterwards, musing on the "And the man was wounded?" I asked. source of inspiration in creative writing. "Then you know the story, " replied the living When I reached home, I opened a trunk labelled Buddha. .. precious Rubbish". In it were all the manuscripts Sangje Dapo, the living Buddha, began to recall the that had been r~, and some that I did not wish story o~ the young man and woman who had come to published, all in neat brown paper envelopes. _I found Pabunaigang Mountains, and the things they had· en an envelope marked " 840720" which con tamed an countered on the way. As the story unfolded I realized untitled short story. This is the story: that I was listening to a tale I had written ~ome time Jade first saw the man as she drove her sheep down ago, and locked away in a trunk, without showing to the mountain. From where she stood he was no larger anyone. Yet he seemed to be reciting the story, word than a black speck moving slowly across the pebbly for word. The place was a village named A on the bottom of the dry riverbed. She could tell it was a man road to Pabunaigang. The time was 1984. There were and that he would be coming towards her hut. She only two characters: a young man and a young wom cracked her whip, and drove the sheep quickly down an· The reason I never showed the manuscript to any the incline. o~e w~s because ~ ~id' not know how to end the story. It would be dark before the man got there, thought Listenmg to the livmg Buddha tell it made everything Jade. A few low huts built of stones from the riverbed clear· The only difference was that at the end of my stood on a small knoll. Behind were pens for the sto~ ~e young man meets an old man in a tavern, sheep. It was a desolate place. Two families lived here: an~ It IS the old man who tells him where he must go. Jade and her father, and a mute woman of about fifty II dd"idd not describe the way ahead . I could not, beca use who lived next door. .I not k~ow it at the time. Yet the living Buddha Jade •s father was a story-teller and a singer. People claimed that It was he who showed the two young peo came from all around to hire him. He had even been pl~ ~e road they must travel. There was yet another invited to perfonn in the cities. At times he would be ~mCidence: both the old man in the story and the liv gone a few days, but he was also known to stay away mg Buddha spoke of the-lines in the palm of the hand for months on end. When they came for him,. they of the Lord of the Lotus. would usually bring an extra horse. And he would ri~e Others drifted into the room, and gathered round off with them, his six-stringed zither strapped to his

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