Secret Diary of Fake Ng Mui - Sound and Fury
Fake Ng Mui, March 29th, 2008
Second Lunar Cycle, Year of the Golden Pig:
Slurping silver needle beneath the skyless clouds. Five Elders potluck never fails to entertain.
Bak Mei’s little minions chitter on again about their ultimate secret fist, unseeable by eye, ungraspable by mind. Chi Sin’s disciples, as always, abandon their own training to lose themselves in pointless argument, to do battle with ghosts.
Yim Wing-Chun stays quiet. Even she knows: A ghost hungers for substance; feeding it only makes it stronger; to kill such a ghost you do not feed it; you starve it.
I laugh until the silver needle spurts from my nostrils.
Ha! Ha! Fake Ng Mui, you’re a class of your own! Who’re you? Tom Cagan? Your style of writing reminds me a little like him. Anyway, I enjoy your whimsical poetry. =)
Fake Ng Mui, I bow to your wisdom. Hungry ghosts are best starved. They have no substance.