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The Dictators.

"Thirteen Poems from My Southern Garden

6
Seeking a style, culling my phrases,
Grown old carving grubs!
At dawn the moon hangs in my blinds,
A bow of jade.
Can't you see what is going on, year after year,
By the sea of Liao-dong?
Whatever can a writer do
But weep in the autumn wind?"

—Goddesses, Ghosts, and Demons: The Collected Poems of Li He (tr J D Frodsham, 1988)

Ferris wheel in a TV cabinet.

"Flickering in the Pleiades meant trouble on the northern frontier." —Eliot Weinberger via

This tiny blessed sphere.