Years ago when I was in Shanghai
doing my MA
in Aust. Lit.
we had a treat
when we got shown
a number
of Australian films
including one featuring kids
on bicycles and the beaches
I went with great
expectations
I fell asleep halfway through
and I went back to my dormitory
and told my roommates how good
the films were
this morning, decades after
when I saw a pretentious guy
on the ABC morning show
I said to my wife:
Australian films are no good
when the memory came back, in that instant
Ouyang Yu writes in both English and Chinese and has to date published 113 books of poetry, fiction, nonfiction, literary criticism and literary translation.
