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Ge Liang 葛亮 Questioning the Dead Translated by Canaan Morse

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Ge Liang 葛亮 When the Gods Retire Translated by Roddy Flagg

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It is common now to find a lack of depth in the literary self. Of course this lack is historical in nature. Following the dissolution of collective society, not only has our inner life has been split away from the vitality and meaning that provide value, our physical conditions reinforce this split by isolating us from public life and cultural associations. Within the present historical moment, in a world of markets where the core value is profit, the loneliness and isolation of the individual is completely exposed. Setting aside external factors, the lack of depth of the literary self – the narrowness of the space in which it operates – is largely a function of an author’s view of writing.

“A Wind Rises from the South: On Ge Liang” by Jin Li 金理 – translated by Joshua Dyer

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Shen Haobo 沈浩波 Ten poems Translated by Karmia Olutade

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Yan Ge 颜歌 We Meet at Twilight Translated by Karmia Olutade

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Lü Yao 绿妖 The Night the Steamers Came Alive Translated by Helen Wang

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Yu Youyou 余幼幼 Seven poems Translated by Emily Goedde

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Jiang Shumei 姜淑梅 Times of Chaos, Times of Want Translated by Petula Parris-Huang