Poem by Hung Hung

The World

The world is not outside, it’s here
In these trailers where every hour of the day
War and terror, love and laughter
Heroes and demons, celebrities and children
Flying or floating through
Prehistory or futurity
Pass before our eyes like ghostly visions
Myopic and heavy with sleep
The world is here
Inside this endless spectacle of
Formulaic teasers
No need to even buy a ticket
You can stand here and watch them for hours
And in every single one they all speak English

— translated by Steve Bradbury

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