Published in Overland Issue 240 Spring 2020 Uncategorized 9.36am Ouyang Yu There’s a lot of things I don’t care any more Calling me ‘Yu Ouyang’, for example Putting me under ‘Y’ in a bibliography, for another Accusing me of writing in a ‘sloppy’ way Mildly reminding of the word ‘slopey’ Wondering whether I’m in China or in Australia Asking whether identity remains an issue Not buying a single copy of anything new that I’ve managed to publish Do they know that I tore two books of mine to pieces And I’m so happy that I’m picking up the pieces And turning them into art and poetry Read the rest of Overland 240 If you enjoyed this piece, buy the issue Or subscribe and receive four brilliant issues for a year Ouyang Yu Ouyang Yu's most recent publication is a translation in English of Zhang Meng’s collection of poetry, Reverberations, by Puncher & Wattmann, and a novel, All the Rivers Ran South, forthcoming with the same publisher. More by Ouyang Yu Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays First published in Overland Issue 228 28 November 202229 November 2022 Film Noirvember at the movies: on the pleasures of personal curation Eloise Ross Watching noir all month, in its many transcontinental variants from the past eighty-odd years, really is a fantastic thing to do. I’m finding connections between films that aren’t obvious, or that might not appear to me without the benefit of such programming and framing. First published in Overland Issue 228 25 November 202228 November 2022 Poetry Poetry | Summer animal Jini Maxwell This summer I can feel myself turning back into an animal. I wake up early and seek out trees, walking through the expansive quiet of the park until the heat starts feeling sharp on my skin. I leave the blinds closed, so when I return home the building is dark and familiar, and as I shut the door behind me I feel a satisfaction I can only describe as territorial.