The archer's faulted for its lack Subgenius craves it—calls it slack Potter shaping mound of clay Seeks wabi-sabi, so they say Outnumbered by the many foe Kung Fu's the only way to go The Koan reaches eager ears Throws a wrench into the gears Like pyramids, real power now Though no one knows exactly how An author knows this very well: Slipped in the title, book will sell That certain something thought of when You don't know what to call it: Zen
Just for fun, search “Zen and the Art of” and see all the various suggestions offered by your search engine. (I recommend DuckDuckGo as a privacy oriented search alternative to the big guys. I do not use Google anymore.) Turns out that Robert Pirsig was riffing on another book’s title when he published Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: which was Zen in the Art of Archery, by German philosophy professor Eugen Herrigel, published in 1948.
Something striking to me about Western culture is that it’s thoroughly grounded in materialist orthodoxy but is endlessly fascinated with the ‘Mysteries of the East’ like Zen and martial arts. Everybody doesn’t like something, but nobody doesn’t like Kung Fu.