Youāve probably seen that post floating around Tumblr a while ago:
my favorite thing iāve learned in college is that way back in ancient china there was this poet/philosopher guy who wrote this whole pretentious poem about how enlightened he was that was like āthe eight winds cannot move meā blahblahblah and he was really proud of it so he sent it to his friend who lived across the lake and then his friend sends it back and just writes āFARTā (or the ancient Chinese equivalent) on it and he was SO MAD he travels across the lake to chew his friend out and when he gets there his friend says āwow. the eight winds cannot move you, but one fart sends you across the lakeā
So I got curious, and I did some research, and apparently, the poet was Su Dongpo, also known as Su Shi (8 January 1037 ā 24 August 1101), and he wasnāt just a poet - he was a writer, poet, painter, calligrapher, pharmacologist, gastronome, and a statesman of the Song dynasty.
That particular event happened while he was assigned to an official post at Guazhuo, and the āfriend who lived across the lakeā was actually Chan master Foyin, who was the master of a temple on the mountain on the opposite shore.
A translation of the poem Su Dongpo sent to master Foyin:
āBowing with my highest respect
To the deva of devas
Whose fine light illuminates the whole universe,
The eight winds cannot move me,
For I am sitting upright on the golden purple lotus blossom.ā
Foyin wrote āPiā on the poem (āfartā, but also ānonsenseā), and sent it back, and the rest is history.
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