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Poem Without a Title 2

Sometimes cities are guarded by monsters that are not necessarily monsters. I once traveled to a city (it could have been a dream) where the inhabitants whispered tales of a Golem. The place was called Prague, or Pi Laji which sounded like the words for Horse Manure. When my friends laughed at my fantastic tale,…… Continue reading Poem Without a Title 2

Death · relationships

Poem Without a Title 1

I believe I am a great poet, but perhaps I am not. My name is Li Shangyin. I am a writer from the great Tang Dynasty. Well, not so great, unless one praises corruption, cabals, ostentation, endless battles between the Taoists and the new Buddhist religion from the West, and ignoring the poor and downtrodden.…… Continue reading Poem Without a Title 1