Complains
星期五 四月 03, 2009 11:19 am
My English friends said I wrote too many fish poems lately.
They wanted to read my Chinese love poem like a Chinese girl in New York missing her lover...
I will be happy to write on.
----here is their suggestion
now, if you are finished with fish for a while ---
give me a pome about a chinese girl smoking a cigar, idily surveying new york from a high window, like a royal looking out three centuries earlier from the Forbidden City.
ain't that swell? yes/no?
would love to see such a poem from you --- something flowing from your chinese soul, something real about your experience in america with the fading emotion of love, your father's unintentional disdain. you never mention Mao --- why not? A Chinese Girl Rethinks Mao --- i don't mean that quite literally, but in an abstract way -- Mao as an authority figure, like a husband, or father --- remember the movie title, Moscow Doesn't Believe In Tears...?
yeah, kinda like that. yes/no?