“hey dad look at me did I grow up according to plan I just want to make you proud but we lost it all I’m sorry I can’t be perfect I’m sorry I can’t be perfect…”
Some continuous sounds. Pass into my ears. That is not one sound. It is a mixture of many sounds. I think of the afternoon. Not only the afternoon. I have spent so much time in nothingness.
by Xi Nan 西楠 .
Wang Yin's wit and humor offer an original perspective on the modern China society.
It manages to be melancholy, beautifully sublime, wickedly irreverent and wildly entertaining all at the same time.
"They just squat and occupy it. Even when they are sick, they still want to occupy something." -- from BROKEN UTERUS
A poet has no country, a poet has every country.