By: JIANLI YANG
A Tiananmen Massacre survivor and former political prisoner in China reflects on how poetry helped him endure captivity, and how art can sustain us amidst social distancing.
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If I’m the wolf and you’re the moon
I’d tilt my head and sing to you
If I’m the wolf and you’re the moon
I’d make my bed in sight of you
Lonely, isn’t it? This is the first verse of “The Wolf,” a song written and sung by my 23-year-old son, Aaron. Each time I listen, it evokes memories of the 15 months I spent in solitary confinement as a political prisoner in Beijing, when Aaron was only five years old. Very high up on my cell’s wall there was a small window through which… [read full article]
