And I heard him answer the wise old white bearded Chinese teacher (whose voice was overdubbed with scary Western intonation) when he asked the young warrior big spirit question.
And I heard him say "There is no opponent." And he said a lot of other things, too, before he flew off to battle a whole slew of people.
I dig those scenes where the collision of yin and yang knocks my brain out, TKO, TKO, and another consciousness arises.
imitators spontaneously obscured them form trumped substance so you'd hear wall street suit and tie man saying "far out" see children in junior high wearing blue jeans and smoking dope madison avenue pounced upon it like hawk on dove suburban housewives viewed sex and janice in feathers with dismay while human manifestations on the haight, in East Village, on roads across america in every small town beaten and bludgeoned and fired like ancient porcelain flashing through america with young legs and long hair their stories still untold.
Up and Up and Up, the three of them sang, it was all the same to them welcome or not he told them to leave and so they left! someone else told them to return and they did! up and up and up they walked, back to where they started out. a fine time either way.
Beat, oh hammered and beat like brass like brass cymbals, those big ones, I saw a movie about Charlie Parker, Bird, they used big brass cymbals making their big brass sound for some symbolic artistic meaning, about how he was treated, beat like brass like heavy cymbals, hammered into the mortal form, why not?
Towered over with skyscrapers and cloud formations in the blue, rattling in subways through dark tunnels and on broken sidewalks in big crowds, ascending in high speed elevators to luxury carpets of the workplace and to Duke's deli on 51st Street with big steam tables and giant salmons both hot and cold, beat by the metropolitan hammers of modernity with new TV screens in the high speed elevators seducing the attention with stock market reports and showing eastern standard time, hammered and beat like brass cymbals clashing metal sounds of neverending mortality.