Everything I hear makes me feel frightened by
China
Asia’s vagina
dentata
They’ve got lots of machine-guns
& they still use them
On stadiums: TATATATATATATATA
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.
te-a prins si pe tine semintzaraia de portzelan
RăspundețiȘtergereuite 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.
http://writingwithoutpaper.blogspot.com/2011/04/seeds-of-disssent-poem-for-ai-weiwei.html
ti-a placut tate modern? :)
RăspundețiȘtergerefoarte foarte frumos si proaspat
RăspundețiȘtergereyou're on to smth :)