Category Archives: Culture

Ch’ang-sha

By | 05/14/2026

Standing alone in the autumn cold:The Hsiang flowing northward,Orange Island, the cape.I see thousands of hills in crimsoned view,The woods piling up in deep-dye;The mighty stream, in its gleam of jade,One hundred barques racing by.Eagles high up, cleaving the space,Fish gliding above shallow ground;Ten thousand creatures, under frosty a sky,all fighting for freedom. In the waste’s dreariness brooding,I ask the blue space without bonds:Who masters fate’s rise and descent? Once I came here with a hundred companions,Vivid the months and years yet, filled… Read More »

Summary of the Forum on the Work in Literature And Art in the Armed Forces With Which Comrade Lin Piao Entrusted Comrade Chiang Ching

By | 03/21/2026

Ⅰ Entrusted by Comrade Lin Piao with the task, Comrade Chiang Ching invited some comrades in the armed forces to a forum held in Shanghai from February 2 to 20, 1966, to discuss certain questions concerning the work in literature and art in the armed forces. Before these comrades left for Shanghai, Comrade Lin Piao… Read More »

Shaoshan Revisited

By | 03/15/2026

Like a dim dream recalled, I curse the long-fled past–My native soil two and thirty years gone by.The red flag roused the serf, halberd in hand,While the despot’s black talons held his whip aloft.Bitter sacrifice strengthens bold resolveWhich dares to make sun and moon shine in new skies.Happy, I see wave upon wave of paddy… Read More »

We Must Be Chairman Mao’s Good Pupils All Our Lives

By | 03/04/2026

Dear Fellow Students and Comrades, We are all pupils of Chairman Mao. We have spent six days studying together Chairman Mao’s brilliant work Talks at the Yenan Forum on Literature and Art. We have studied it extremely conscientiously; we have truly been studying it respectfully and earnestly. What we have learnt has been turned into… Read More »

End Of The World Blues

By | 02/01/2026

I want the sun to stop shining, stars to fall down from the sky. I want the sun to stop shining, stars to fall down from the sky. Cause the girl I love would rather that I die.
’want the wind start blowin’, sky fall down like a screw. I want the wind to start blowin’, Sky fallin’ down like a screw. Cause the woman I’m lovin’, She won’t have nothin’ to do with me at all.
Last trumpet blowin’, Dead men rosin’ up from the grave. Last trumpet blowin’, Dead man risin’ up from the grave. That’s the end of the world, I will never see you again.Читать далее →

Reply to Comrade Kuo Mo-jo

By | 06/09/2023

–to the tune of Man Chiang Hung On this tiny globeA few flies dash themselves against the wall,Humming without cease,Sometimes shrilling,Sometimes moaning. Ants on the locust tree assume a great-nation swaggerAnd mayflies lightly plot to topple the giant tree.The west wind scatters leaves over Changan,And the arrows are flying, twanging. So many deeds cry out… Read More »

On the Charlottesville incident and acts against statues

By | 11/10/2017

Generally speaking, it would be better not to destroy any monuments, especially those which have artistic or historical significance. Such actions are often burdened by the risk of vandalism, the irretrievable destruction of cultural and historical values ​​and the discordance among the broad masses of the people. However, it should be understood that old cultural values are not a sacred cow, especially if it is not about highly artistic works or… Read More »