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Aku Wuwu

Dragon Egg

When a dragon egg was placed in a grassy place, the cut grass would flourish by next day. Placed in a rice bin, the rice would soon overflow. Placed in a warehouse for gold and silver, the gold and silver would increase like stones that could be carried off at will…. If a dragon egg was placed into the brain . . . If placed into the heart….
Ancient stories were like the clear light of a crescent moon.  Dogs barked, sounding like the tides.
Up to now, everyone on earth searches for dragon eggs from within the lines of the ancient stories.  Yet, it seems that someone has placed the dragon eggs on a rough, winding road; getting one has become more and more difficult. Dragon eggs never seem to be placed on the path of human life, thus only such a man as Yote syni could grow younger and younger during his lifetime. Nevertheless he lived only 360 years.
It is said that one who swallows a dragon egg will be in constant thirst. Even a big bucket of water won’t be enough to slake the thirst, nor the waters of rivers and lakes. Only water of the oceans can stop the thirst. It’s no dream. Thus, where is the ocean that belongs to me? What about the feelings of an only son’s mother?
Thirsty all of the time.  When did the ancient dragon egg appear in my stomach?  Over time, my body became a burning stone; that became the reason for my thirst. At that moment, gold and silver lay rotting, fields filled with mutated grains.
Thirst as I facing the hilltops. Thirst when facing the elders. Thirst when facing young couples. Thirst when facing the babies. Thirst when looking back 300 million years ago. Thirsty looking forward 300 million years from now.
“If a dragon can lay eggs, the son of a dragon must grow wings,” tears of an only son’s mother flying like autumn leaves.
A girl was born, last night, in the village of my dreams. So much water was needed to produce that child. Water for washing her burnt like fire. Before opening her eyes for the first time, the drunk men in the village nicknamed her “Lu ddur mo”
( emerging dragon girl)
At that moment, I transformed into a watchdog.


*Note: Landslides are attributed to the movements of dragons. The girl was born during a landslide, so she was given the name emerging dragon girl.

ꇐ ꏿ

ꇐ ꏿ

ꀋꈑꃺꃼ
ꇐꏿꄻꏜꁧꇱꄉꇬ,ꏜꁧꋍꑍꒇꋍꑍꀉꄻꀕ,ꇐꏿꄻ
ꋚꂷꇱꄉꇬ,ꋚꂷꋍꑍꋉꋍꑍꁯꅑꆹ;ꇐꏿꄻꐎꏂꇱꄉ
ꇬ,ꐎꏂꇓꁨꎞꃅꎞ……ꇐꏿꄻꉪꇐꇱꈧꐛꇮꇬ,ꇐ
ꏿꄻꉂꏣꇱꈧꐛꇮꇬ……
――ꀊꆨꁮꅉꅂꐛꐙꑟꀕ,ꈌꃮꎓꇙꀕ!
ꃰꊿꈀꐥꌠ,ꀊꆨꁮꅉꈐꏭꄉꇐꏿꋋꂷꎹꅷꀃꑍꑟ。
ꇐꏿꄻꈛꎭꇱꎼꇁꌠꌡ,ꈝꃀꈪꀕꄂꀕꋍꑍꉚꋍꑍꀊꎴ
ꆹ;ꇐꏿꄻꈎꄜꇱꎼꇁꑲꀋꌧꌠꌡ,ꃰꊿꐥꇈꆗꇊꑟꌠ
ꑾꄮꌦꅿꂷꀉꄂꐥꅅꈨ,ꑾꄮꌦꅿꑌꌕꉐꃘꊰꈎꀉꄂꊌ
ꅅꈨ。
ꇐꏿꑍꅝꇬꀉꄂ,ꒉꌤꇬꎷꄷ,ꒈꀮꄷꇉꅝꀋꇎ,
ꒊꃀꒈꌺꅝꀋꇎ,ꎾꃚꑲꆀꌤꁮꃹꄎꄷ。ꀄꂼꌠꀋꉬ,
ꉠꎾꃚꇿꐛꂯ?ꌞꌺꄂꀋꃀꑞꉪꑌꀋꐚ。
ꉢꒉꌤꇬꎷ,ꀊꆨꇐꏿꈍꄮꐂꇁꉠꉌꃀꈐꏭꃹꀋꐚ,
ꉠꇭꀧꈯꄿꇓꊸꃚꅩꍠꀕꂷꐛꆹꄉ,ꉢꒉꌤꇬꎷ。ꑠꄮ
ꇬ,ꐎꏂꍹꐛ,ꋚꁧꌼꂅꇧꁠꌐ。
ꉢꏮꁦꇬꇈꇬꉜꄉꉢꒉꌤ,ꉢꏮꁍꁈꀿꃀꉜꄉꉢꒉ
ꌤ,ꉢꏮꁦꋠꃌꅿꉜꄉꉢꒉꌤ,ꉢꏮꀉꑳꀿꏂꉜꄉꉢꒉ
ꌤ,ꉢꏮꌕꉐꃪꀕꈎꂴꆽꉜꄉꉢꒉꌤ,ꉢꏮꉬꉐꃪꀕꈎ
ꇈꉈꉜꄉꉢꒉꌤ。ꄚ,ꉠꎿꃚꇿꐛꂯ?ꌞꌺꄂꀋꃀꑞꉪ
ꑌꀋꐚ。
“ꇐꏿꐤꄟꉜꇬ,ꇐꌺꋌꑵꑞꃅꑌꅐꅑꑵꉬꌠ”ꌞ
ꌺꄂꀋꃀꑓꁴꌩꏾꁏꃅꁏ。
ꉠꀄꂼꁡꇤꂶꌠꇬ,ꀋꅞꉖꀋꃋꍈꊌꄉ,ꀉꑳꍈꀄꊭ
ꇬ,ꃀꅉꀆꐒꀋꇰꀋꇊꈨꃹꑵꉬꅊꇈ!ꀉꑳꌃꒉꃅꉘꐞ
ꃅꐞꑵꉬꅊꇈ!
ꀋꃋꋋꍈꑓꀋꁨꌦꇯꆐ,ꁡꇤꎧꑱꊿꈧꌠꇱꌌꀋꎪꀋ
ꑴꃅ“ꇐꅐꃀ”ꂓꄉ!
ꑠꄮꇬ,ꉡꑌꁮꅉꃅꄷꈌꀞꄹꀧꂷꐛꆹꇰ!……
Aku Wuwu

Aku Wuwu

(China, 1964)

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ꇐ ꏿ

ꀋꈑꃺꃼ
ꇐꏿꄻꏜꁧꇱꄉꇬ,ꏜꁧꋍꑍꒇꋍꑍꀉꄻꀕ,ꇐꏿꄻ
ꋚꂷꇱꄉꇬ,ꋚꂷꋍꑍꋉꋍꑍꁯꅑꆹ;ꇐꏿꄻꐎꏂꇱꄉ
ꇬ,ꐎꏂꇓꁨꎞꃅꎞ……ꇐꏿꄻꉪꇐꇱꈧꐛꇮꇬ,ꇐ
ꏿꄻꉂꏣꇱꈧꐛꇮꇬ……
――ꀊꆨꁮꅉꅂꐛꐙꑟꀕ,ꈌꃮꎓꇙꀕ!
ꃰꊿꈀꐥꌠ,ꀊꆨꁮꅉꈐꏭꄉꇐꏿꋋꂷꎹꅷꀃꑍꑟ。
ꇐꏿꄻꈛꎭꇱꎼꇁꌠꌡ,ꈝꃀꈪꀕꄂꀕꋍꑍꉚꋍꑍꀊꎴ
ꆹ;ꇐꏿꄻꈎꄜꇱꎼꇁꑲꀋꌧꌠꌡ,ꃰꊿꐥꇈꆗꇊꑟꌠ
ꑾꄮꌦꅿꂷꀉꄂꐥꅅꈨ,ꑾꄮꌦꅿꑌꌕꉐꃘꊰꈎꀉꄂꊌ
ꅅꈨ。
ꇐꏿꑍꅝꇬꀉꄂ,ꒉꌤꇬꎷꄷ,ꒈꀮꄷꇉꅝꀋꇎ,
ꒊꃀꒈꌺꅝꀋꇎ,ꎾꃚꑲꆀꌤꁮꃹꄎꄷ。ꀄꂼꌠꀋꉬ,
ꉠꎾꃚꇿꐛꂯ?ꌞꌺꄂꀋꃀꑞꉪꑌꀋꐚ。
ꉢꒉꌤꇬꎷ,ꀊꆨꇐꏿꈍꄮꐂꇁꉠꉌꃀꈐꏭꃹꀋꐚ,
ꉠꇭꀧꈯꄿꇓꊸꃚꅩꍠꀕꂷꐛꆹꄉ,ꉢꒉꌤꇬꎷ。ꑠꄮ
ꇬ,ꐎꏂꍹꐛ,ꋚꁧꌼꂅꇧꁠꌐ。
ꉢꏮꁦꇬꇈꇬꉜꄉꉢꒉꌤ,ꉢꏮꁍꁈꀿꃀꉜꄉꉢꒉ
ꌤ,ꉢꏮꁦꋠꃌꅿꉜꄉꉢꒉꌤ,ꉢꏮꀉꑳꀿꏂꉜꄉꉢꒉ
ꌤ,ꉢꏮꌕꉐꃪꀕꈎꂴꆽꉜꄉꉢꒉꌤ,ꉢꏮꉬꉐꃪꀕꈎ
ꇈꉈꉜꄉꉢꒉꌤ。ꄚ,ꉠꎿꃚꇿꐛꂯ?ꌞꌺꄂꀋꃀꑞꉪ
ꑌꀋꐚ。
“ꇐꏿꐤꄟꉜꇬ,ꇐꌺꋌꑵꑞꃅꑌꅐꅑꑵꉬꌠ”ꌞ
ꌺꄂꀋꃀꑓꁴꌩꏾꁏꃅꁏ。
ꉠꀄꂼꁡꇤꂶꌠꇬ,ꀋꅞꉖꀋꃋꍈꊌꄉ,ꀉꑳꍈꀄꊭ
ꇬ,ꃀꅉꀆꐒꀋꇰꀋꇊꈨꃹꑵꉬꅊꇈ!ꀉꑳꌃꒉꃅꉘꐞ
ꃅꐞꑵꉬꅊꇈ!
ꀋꃋꋋꍈꑓꀋꁨꌦꇯꆐ,ꁡꇤꎧꑱꊿꈧꌠꇱꌌꀋꎪꀋ
ꑴꃅ“ꇐꅐꃀ”ꂓꄉ!
ꑠꄮꇬ,ꉡꑌꁮꅉꃅꄷꈌꀞꄹꀧꂷꐛꆹꇰ!……

Dragon Egg

When a dragon egg was placed in a grassy place, the cut grass would flourish by next day. Placed in a rice bin, the rice would soon overflow. Placed in a warehouse for gold and silver, the gold and silver would increase like stones that could be carried off at will…. If a dragon egg was placed into the brain . . . If placed into the heart….
Ancient stories were like the clear light of a crescent moon.  Dogs barked, sounding like the tides.
Up to now, everyone on earth searches for dragon eggs from within the lines of the ancient stories.  Yet, it seems that someone has placed the dragon eggs on a rough, winding road; getting one has become more and more difficult. Dragon eggs never seem to be placed on the path of human life, thus only such a man as Yote syni could grow younger and younger during his lifetime. Nevertheless he lived only 360 years.
It is said that one who swallows a dragon egg will be in constant thirst. Even a big bucket of water won’t be enough to slake the thirst, nor the waters of rivers and lakes. Only water of the oceans can stop the thirst. It’s no dream. Thus, where is the ocean that belongs to me? What about the feelings of an only son’s mother?
Thirsty all of the time.  When did the ancient dragon egg appear in my stomach?  Over time, my body became a burning stone; that became the reason for my thirst. At that moment, gold and silver lay rotting, fields filled with mutated grains.
Thirst as I facing the hilltops. Thirst when facing the elders. Thirst when facing young couples. Thirst when facing the babies. Thirst when looking back 300 million years ago. Thirsty looking forward 300 million years from now.
“If a dragon can lay eggs, the son of a dragon must grow wings,” tears of an only son’s mother flying like autumn leaves.
A girl was born, last night, in the village of my dreams. So much water was needed to produce that child. Water for washing her burnt like fire. Before opening her eyes for the first time, the drunk men in the village nicknamed her “Lu ddur mo”
( emerging dragon girl)
At that moment, I transformed into a watchdog.


*Note: Landslides are attributed to the movements of dragons. The girl was born during a landslide, so she was given the name emerging dragon girl.
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