marți, 10 ianuarie 2012

The Tate Modern Poem

Everything I hear makes me feel frightened by China
Asia’s vagina
They’ve got lots of  machine-guns
& they still use them

Dissidents cooked like a Sichuan hotpot,
beautiful minds forced to applaude & to nod
before the Red ideology pimps
who swallow artists & poets like fried shrimps.

Don’t bury WeiWei under his Sunflower Seeds hill,
on this ocean of porcelain grains we will kneel
knowing our lives are no better than those of scrods
and we’ll ask for forgiveness to the beast-headed gods.

3 comentarii:

  1. te-a prins si pe tine semintzaraia de portzelan

    uite Maureen E. Doallas

    Seeds of Dissent
    Poem for Ai Weiwei

    Ai Weiwei,
    your sunflower seeds
    massed, ripened,
    ruptured pods,
    showering our words for yours,
    your voice gone missing.

  2. foarte foarte frumos si proaspat
    you're on to smth :)