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How strange that we should find in the conduct of a prostitute a degree of constancy rarely equalled even by the heroínes of history
This is from the short story by Po Hsing-Chien written sometime between 785-805 AD. (Tr by Arthur Waley). Not sure what there were writing on the subject in the West in this time. Seriously doubt such an advanced attitude.
— Aug 30, 2026 07:38AM
This is from the short story by Po Hsing-Chien written sometime between 785-805 AD. (Tr by Arthur Waley). Not sure what there were writing on the subject in the West in this time. Seriously doubt such an advanced attitude.
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Katia N
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This imonologue has is not very different from Molly Bloom in Ulysses! Superb!
Outside my door
the dog barking
I know what it is
My lover’s here
Off with my stockings
down
parfumed stairs
My good-for-nothing lover
is drunk tonight
I help him into
my silk-curtained bed
Will he take off the silk gown?
O! O! not he
Milord is drunk let him be
Better that
than sleeping alone
By anonymous women poet (10th century).
— Sep 03, 2026 01:09PM
Outside my door
the dog barking
I know what it is
My lover’s here
Off with my stockings
down
parfumed stairs
My good-for-nothing lover
is drunk tonight
I help him into
my silk-curtained bed
Will he take off the silk gown?
O! O! not he
Milord is drunk let him be
Better that
than sleeping alone
By anonymous women poet (10th century).
Katia N
is on page 335 of 492
Passionate. Spring has set.
Together for a moment. The night slants.
Echoes in the house; want to go up, dare not.
Glow behind the screen; wish to go through, cannot.
It would hurt too much, the swallow on a hairpin;
Truly shame me, the phoenix on a mirror.
On the road back, sunrise over Heng-tang.
The blossoming of the morning star shines farewell on the jewelled saddle.
By Li Shang-Yin tr. A.C. Graham
— Sep 03, 2026 08:09AM
Together for a moment. The night slants.
Echoes in the house; want to go up, dare not.
Glow behind the screen; wish to go through, cannot.
It would hurt too much, the swallow on a hairpin;
Truly shame me, the phoenix on a mirror.
On the road back, sunrise over Heng-tang.
The blossoming of the morning star shines farewell on the jewelled saddle.
By Li Shang-Yin tr. A.C. Graham
Katia N
is on page 300 of 492
The Red Cockatoo
Sent as a present from Annam-
A red cockatoo.
Coloured like the peach-tree blossom,
Speaking with the speech of men.
And they did to it what is always done
To learned and eloquent.
They took a cage with stout bars
And shut it up inside.
By Po Chu-Yi
— Aug 27, 2026 11:34PM
Sent as a present from Annam-
A red cockatoo.
Coloured like the peach-tree blossom,
Speaking with the speech of men.
And they did to it what is always done
To learned and eloquent.
They took a cage with stout bars
And shut it up inside.
By Po Chu-Yi
Katia N
is on page 255 of 492
Thoughts on a Night Journey
Reeds by the bank bending, stirred by the breeze,
High-masted boat advancing alone in the night,
Stars drawn low by the vastness of the plain,
The moon rushing forward in the river’s flow.
How should I look for fame to what I have written?
I age of sickness, how continue to serve?
Wandering, drifting, what can I take for likeness?
-A full that wheels alone between earth and sky.
Tu Fu
— Aug 27, 2026 12:14AM
Reeds by the bank bending, stirred by the breeze,
High-masted boat advancing alone in the night,
Stars drawn low by the vastness of the plain,
The moon rushing forward in the river’s flow.
How should I look for fame to what I have written?
I age of sickness, how continue to serve?
Wandering, drifting, what can I take for likeness?
-A full that wheels alone between earth and sky.
Tu Fu