#wangping

I made a short poetry film about the Alxa Mountain rock paintings, poems by Wen Gu, tr. Wang ping

Solitude, Separation and the things we/they carry. Write about a character, person you know, or your own personal experience with solitude and separation. What does this look like? What is this experience? Write the story of someone who left the place they were born to make a life somewhere else—where they thought it would be better. What did the new life reveal? Things We Carry on the Sea by Wang Ping - 1957- #wangping “We carry tears in our eyes: good-bye father, good-bye mother We carry soil in small bags: may home never fade in our hearts We carry names, stories, memories of our villages, fields, boats We carry scars from proxy wars of greed We carry carnage of mining, droughts, floods, genocides We carry dust of our families and neighbors incinerated in mushroom clouds We carry our islands sinking under the sea We carry our hands, feet, bones, hearts and best minds for a new life We carry diplomas: medicine, engineer, nurse, education, math, poetry, even if they mean nothing to the other shore We carry railroads, plantations, laundromats, bodegas, taco trucks, farms, factories, nursing homes, hospitals, schools, temples…built on our ancestors’ backs We carry old homes along the spine, new dreams in our chests We carry yesterday, today and tomorrow We’re orphans of the wars forced upon us We’re refugees of the sea rising from industrial wastes And we carry our mother tongues 爱(ai)，حب (hubb), ליבע (libe), amor, love 平安 (ping’an), سلام ( salaam), shalom, paz, peace 希望 (xi’wang), أمل (’amal), hofenung, esperanza, hope, hope, hope As we drift…in our rubber boats…from shore…to shore…to shore…” https://www.instagram.com/p/B-9ZCWfp3Bm/?igshid=11p4jywpgc9do

Hmmm, forgive my morning croaky voice, but a good cup of cafe may help? As a tea drinker and foodie,  I'm a snob about coffee: plain coffee is harsh (it is harsh to our organs, if we drink it too much), and dries up my mouth fast. If it dries my mouth, it will suppress my digestive organs and the body wants to reject it (our instincts). But I also know I need it to awaken and go about doing my morning workouts and writing (confess: I'm training for the spring row in the Mississippi, and I'm learning a difficult ancient Chinese dance 飞天 Flying Sky and Flamenco bata). So what do I do to soften my morning elixir? I made Pingccino, without the machine, not even the plain coffee maker. Please watch to find out how.

A Doctor Watching Sunset with His Patient in Wuhan