Burma 2018

In January 2018 I went to Burma in search of the Golden Lion, one of the most powerful teaching metaphors in the history of philosophy. It was used by the Chinese philosopher Fa-Tsang to explain the concepts of Buddhism in the 8th century T’ang Dynasty.

During these travels I observed post-colonial Burma and post-military Myanmar, I altered the lines of Rudyard Kipling’s “The Road to Mandalay” poem into a contemporary visual narrative as a way of connecting with his time in Burma.                                                             Bagan Temple 2018

Just married couple, in Yangon central park

Burmese performance culture club Yangon

Yangon street

BY the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin’ lazy at the sea,
There’s a Burma girl a-settin’, and I know she thinks o’ me;

‘Er petticoat was yaller

an’ ‘er little cap was green

Padung woman at Inle Lake

Fisher Boy at Ngwe Saung Beach

Padung girl at Inle Lake

Where the old Flotilla lay:
Can’t you ‘ear their paddles chunkin’ from Rangoon to Mandalay

On the Road to Mandalay

Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst,

For the wind is in the palm-trees,

 

and the temple-bells they say

An’ the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ‘crost the Bay!

Bathers 1

Bathers Ngwe Saung Beach 2

Bathers Ngwe Saung Beach 3

The Myanmar Kipling boat on Inle Lake 

An’ ‘er name was Supi-yaw-lat – jes’ the same as Theebaw’s Queen, 
An’ I seed her first a-smokin’ of a whackin’ white cheroot,

Ogre island

Ogre island

Mawlamine

At Bagan Temple

When the mist was on the rice-fields an’ the sun was droppin’ slow,
She’d git ‘er little banjo an’ she’d sing “Kulla-lo-lo!

Min Nan Thu Village weaver

But that’s all shove be’ind me – long ago an’ fur away
An’ there ain’t no ‘busses runnin’ from the Bank to Mandalay;

 

“If you’ve ‘eard the East a-callin’, you won’t never ‘eed naught else.”

No! you won’t ‘eed nothin’ else
But them spicy garlic smells,

An’ the sunshine an’ the palm-trees an’ the tinkly temple-bells;
On the road to Mandalay…

Buddha statue in Pindaya Caves

For the temple-bells are callin’, an’ it’s there that I would be
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, looking lazy at the sea;

On the road to Mandalay,

Phaung Daw OO, Inle Lake

Burmese in traditional guards costume Yangon

Sunrise over Bagan temples

The search for the Golden Lion on the Road to Mandalay.