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Landscape #256 (2025)

World Premiere @ United Unlimited, Toronto (August 7th 2026) as part of 'every day, had 52 films in his head'.

Apartment

by Ding Dang

You hide in an apartment You hide in the city You hide in winter You hide in your own yellow skin You hide where you can eat well and dress warm You are in a place without time You are in a place that isn't a place You are in your destined place Sometimes hungry Sometimes sleepy Sometimes resigned Sometimes reticent

Or else make a meal Or lie in bed not getting up Or defecate hygienically and elegantly Or read a sad love story Add a piece of coal to the stove Write a letter to a friend before tearing it up Flip through old diaries and sink deep into thought Flip through old clothes and take a few steps in them Then sit on that worn wooden chair and light a cigarette Then drink that half-cup of cold coffee

Take a huge sheet of white paper Take a box of coloured pencils Draw an apartment Draw a woman Draw three children Draw a lavish meal Draw a few friends Color in warm hues Color in happy hues Color in joy Color in peace of mind Then hang it on the wall Then look it over and over Then think it over and over Then go to bed and sleep

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Ding Dang (born 1962) is a poet associated with the Post-Misty movement in modern Chinese poetry. He is currently the CEO of Ping An Life Insurance.

#my translation

Going Out

by A Wu

Going out To change what's above my head Above my head now Is a fluorescent tube The fluorescent tube hangs below a surface This surface has a boundary I want to go out To change what's above my head I've gone out Above my head now There's nothing Nothing hangs below a rain The clouds are floating Looking at this blue view I remember before coming out Part of this blue was to my side Through a so-called window I watched this blue from afar Now this blue is no longer to my side To my side is a building I still want to go out To change what's to my side Can I go out So that to my side And above my head Is only this blue view

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A Wu (born 1965) is a poet associated with the Post-Misty movement in modern Chinese poetry. He currently resides in the United States.

#my translation

sometimes i get annoyed at poetry for being a shit passion i'll never earn money or recognition for. what's the point of this life i've devoted to it, even then writing so little. writing so poorly. when i was young i thought poetry could be everything. then i found out that it wasn't. then i found out i would keep writing anyway. after all, why not? i might as well. truly believe poetry is the most common thing of all. it's anywhere you want to find it. and the writing itself is effortless: everyone's a poet when they have to be.

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words weren't made to bear weight

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or lose it

words weren't made to bear weight

music means a lot to me

kenotype

88:88 is now back online, thank you to all the movie theatres and people who celebrated its 10th anniversary. Original: https://youtu.be/6JInsI3rakY w French subtitles: https://youtu.be/I-ZhrHgqhZk w Spanish subtitles: https://youtu.be/6JNlpLX3J2I

excerpts from echo (2016)

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1s3_w8saP_O0ez4Q_BGmcBCxStQDrpHAO/view?usp=drivesdk

echo is a long poem i wrote 10 years ago, it's not really been public (except as a self-printed booklet alongside a korean translation and original poem by @seoohci) but i guess i want it out there now. snippets have been featured in some of my past mixes. please read 🩵