Ms Melvin's fine piece goes into my Abiding Admiration for Lu Xun file. Mr Pankaj Mishra as usual turns an intelligent screw. He might even be channelling Lu Xun. Below is an old thing of mine, small (and certainly out of breath) in such company.
http://english.caixin.com/2014-10-31/100745459.html
http://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/oct/14/-sp-western-model-broken-pankaj-mishra?CMP=fb_gu
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To Lu Xun, From The Iron House
http://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/oct/14/-sp-western-model-broken-pankaj-mishra?CMP=fb_gu
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To Lu Xun, From The Iron House
Locked
inside the iron house
Seventeen
others are snoring
There are
no windows anywhere
No
ventilation means we’re dying
(Getting
sleepy too, I’ll lie down soon)
We have
attempted the Big Breakout
We have filled
our bodies with Blood
We have hammered
and screamed for it
It? I mean of course we went for our lives
Like
threshing machines, no help for it
No one from
outside came to our rescue
No friends,
no lovers, no family came
Though at
one point we imagined voices
Crying a
strange word that sounded like KEEZ
Which we
all stripped buck naked for
Which we shook
our dictionaries for
Which we
questioned the waiting children for
And we
looked deep into each other’s eyes.
© 2013 Rob
Schackne
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