When I was young I played with brutality
And was passionately devoted to reality, to reason
And my dresses were hurried to compliance.
But then the bullets began singing
Arsenals began cracking the frost.
And a winged sun came flying to the city.
I was already annihilated.
Although armchairs were not my profile,
When my taunt was done,
When my tattoo was done,
I made tautology my stanza.
A scholar’s strength cuts best in imagination.
And drinkers retire to their compound of plastic.
And the glitter in the glass.
(Oulipo poem based on an ancient Chinese poem: DAY DREAMS
By Tso Ssŭ)-