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You don't know what love is (an evening with Shang Qinghua)

Summary:

You don’t know selfpreservation Shang Qinghua said

Notes:

inspired by you don't know what love is (an evening with Charles Bukowski) by Raymond Carver read it here

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

You don’t know selfpreservation Shang Qinghua said

Hell I probably don’t even know it myself

I don’t even know how old I am anymore

but there’s this demon and I got it bad 

The beatings are bad 

but if you were to know him you would know how it isn’t

so it's all right bro that's the way it should be 

He calls me You 

in this gruff voice

and when he raises his hand

It all comes crashing down on me anyway

I used to cower and try to get away

I used to cower easily in those days

Don’t stop filling up my cup

I get emotional then

I could sit here and drink with you all night

cup after cup and never cry

but don’t let me stop

I get weird then 

I would ruin this evening

I can ruin everything

I’ve done it

but you don’t know how to be indifferent

You don't know because you've never

been indifferent it's that simple 

I got these students see they’re great

They call me Shizun

Shizun they say in their little voices

and I say What

and I don’t care 

about them or anything else

but my own life

which I deserve

But you don’t know how to be indifferent

I'm telling you how to be

but you aren’t listening

you would be free

There isn’t anyone on these peaks

who would recognize what needed to be done 

if it stepped up 

and buggered them in the ass

I used to think caring was a copout

Look I’m an immortal cultivator and I’ve been around

I know it’s a copout

But I said to myself Qinghua

Dying is even more of a copout

So there you are and nothing is like it should be

That fellow our sect leader what's his name

He has a handsome mug on him

but he’s a teacher and runaway slave

God can you imagine

But then you used to be a slave too

here I am telling you too much already

No I forgot about it don't bother

I don’t remember that either

It’s all long gone

Maybe it’s ego I don’t care or remember much anymore

but the peak lords

they don’t know what I have to do

They don’t care 

They’re all termites

Human he says

Why do you work so hard for so little respect

Can’t you hear him saying that

Human why do you work so so hard for so little respect

That surprises you doesn’t it

You wouldn't think a crude hack like me

would actually work to keep his job

paperwork filing renovations bookkeeping

Shit I couldn't work up here

Too quiet up here too many trees

I like An Dong that's the place for me

I put on my hanfu each morning

and sit down in front of my desk

I light my pipe and I smoke it like this see

and I say Shang Qinghua you're a lucky man

Shang Qinghua you've gone through it all

and you're a lucky man

and the blue smoke drifts across the table

and I look out the window onto An Ding

and I see people walking up and down the paths

they’re so busy so full of life

and I puff on the pipe like this

and then I lay the pipe down like this and take a deep breath

and I begin to work

Shang Qinghua this is the life I say

it's good to be poor it's good to work hard

it's good to be abused

it’s good to not be dead

But you don't know what it's like

You don't know what it's like to be grateful 

If you could see 

you'd know what I mean

No don’t interrupt me

You thought I’d come up here and get cussed at

You just knew it

I told you I knew it

Shit we’re both immortal cultivators

and we're going to die and

god it's terrible

my students’ claw my eyes out if they knew

it is all my fault

Now that's life for you

What do you know about it

Let me tell you something

I had to do it

you know I had to do it

I've met tortured men who had more style

than the people who judge me for this

They're bloodsuckers who come to see

if I bleed when whipped 

or if I scream when torn apart

Believe me I won't disappoint em

But I want you to remember this

there's only one victim in this room tonight

only one victim in this town tonight

maybe only one real victim on this peak tonight

and that's me

What do you know about life

What do you know about anything

What do you know about writing and living 

in your own demise

I wanted to quit writing nearly a million times

I’d stop and then picked it up again

I was writing until I was 35

and then I died

I know what's it like I've been there

I’m an immortal cultivator now and I’m going to die

I deserve to live

My students came up to me and said

Shizun

and I say What and they say

you will protect us right

and I say I will

do you know what it’s like 

To have to do what you have to do

But you don't even know what it’s like

They will never come back 

not one of em will come back

except that one 

the one I planted 

I never used to drink a lot

I feel stupid with you in this room but

you do think I deserve to live

do you

I deserve to be happy

I don’t know

I'm not surprised

You have to have have died in order to understand

and you don't know how it is to have to do it

that's your trouble

He is not dead

He will come back

Give me some more of that stuff

That's right fill up the cup some more

That's good that's just fine

So let's get this show back on the road

Let’s have some more

That tastes good

Okay then let's go let's get this over with

only don’t let my cup run empty

okay?

Notes:

this is more a style exercise for me than a coherent story, i feel like there's quite some parts that could be better but ive been editing this for so long I dont know how to feel about it anymore, posting this so I can be free