The Bitter Beijing Blues
“He wasn’t late, this detective. She was early. She had told him to meet her at eleven. She had eaten a light breakfast at nine. Then, terrified of facing the desert of the day, she had walked over at nine thirty.”
“He wasn’t late, this detective. She was early. She had told him to meet her at eleven. She had eaten a light breakfast at nine. Then, terrified of facing the desert of the day, she had walked over at nine thirty.”
“9:45 AM, Monday, the heat was oppressive, clouds unmoving, the sky a toxic blue.”
“Love is not a possibility, is not due to our initiative, is without reason; it invades and wounds us.” – Levinas, Time and the Other.
“I had read lots of news about people being kidnapped on the bus, usually when they were sleepy. I had an instinct that I should be careful tonight.”
Four poems center around the ancient port city Machilipatnam.
“Ah! Matchmaking corner! I remember it! We used to walk along the river every day! Ah! I miss the dandelions! The dandelions in the town have all been pulled out. “
I heard him calling out every night. The voice was mixed with acute distress and anguish. It was sometimes loud and sometimes low, and it was getting fainter: one can sense the life of its owner draining away.
In 1351, on the banks of the Yellow River, in the hands of a few downtrodden laborers, history began to turn.