Forced to Kill Themselves, Aged 22 – Li Zhong, 6 January 665

Long ago, as Prince Li Zhong’s enemies were closing in on him, he disguised himself as a woman, seeking refuge in the women’s quarters, where assassins might not follow him. He was right, but they caught up with him eventually, and forced him to commit suicide.

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A poet, inspired by the Japanese tradition of the death poem, reflected on his fate in these haiku, which they wrote from the prince’s point of view:

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I am twenty two,

Have lived my life to the full,

Got and given love,

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Chrysanthemum Thrones

And Princely names, Prefectures

Given and taken:

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The old Emperor danced

When I was born, but this new

Empress stamps on me—

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I’ve hidden myself,

Disguised my sex, who I am’s

No longer my choice:

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My favourite people

Taken from me, I must go

Find my rest with them.

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Life in the imperial family could be as brutal as the violent deaths they were addicted to inflicting on each other.

The prince’s namesake, writing a few centuries later, was a great poet who often reflected on fate, and unfulfilled promise, and may well have done so when pondering the prince’s, on the anniversary of his death, which happened on 6 January 665.

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Photo by Freddie Oomkens

 

person

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From Tank Person to

Person, transitioning, stillI

Standing up to power

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I became one with

The tank, then we dissolved, gone—

Person can return.

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Omm

from conversations with my friend

Yu Yan Yip

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The photo is of a rare and wondrous Inchan tree, over 200 years old, in Thailand, which bears two different types of fruit, the In and the Chan, at alternating times each year. In a similar way, one person may develop two different, alternating kinds of being, at alternating times, while remaining the same, consistent person.

This poem is part of a series inspired by the experience of Yu Yan Yip, previously known as Tank Man, who has been on the run and transitioning for many years.

The previous poems in the series are:

– Tank Man

– Tank Person

Photo of the Inchan Tree by Freddie Oomkens taken at Kanchanaburi, Thailand, in 2022

tank person


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Called a man, then, I

Changed, fluid, freely flowing. Now

I am Tank Person.

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Omm

from conversations with my friend

Yu Yan Yip

 

photo by freddie

tank man (unknown rebel)

I stood up to you,

Then disappeared.

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Even now

                                up to you

I stand

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Not invisible,

Although unseen, unknown, still

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I stand up to you.

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31 years on.

We greet and salute you, Yu Yan Yip—and all who stood and stand up to faceless tyranny.

Peace.

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freddie omm

who am i (lana wachowski)

for lana wachowski

001Lana-Wachowski

… who am i, and when

wachowski to wachowska

metamorphosized

was there a moment

before i became me? – no,

and yet i wonder…

♥♥

what turns us queerly

recast in a different film

to act against type?

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(type?) (without a face?)

life’s not some single screenplay…

(type?) (without a cast?)

♥♥♥♥

we ask ourselves this

not knowing if an answer

ever was, will be:

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never yet someone,

neither a nonentity

nor quite nobody

♥♥♥♥

mostly we don’t ask

for fear of wondering, lost

in rapt selflessness

♥♥♥

one eye on the road

which tears our lives inside out

one hand on the wheel

♥♥

and we become one

body, not anybody,

don’t ask who am i…

♥♥

22nd January 2014

note:

i admire lana wachowski’s work a lot and also her general attitude to stuff (as far as one can make out from her few public statements) – she combines humour with intelligence and experimentation – artistic bravery, openminded energy, a sense of inspirational anarchy…

i wrote this poem in one go last night just after i’d been thinking about her life so far.

(it is likely to get edited, tweeted and played with, being in the nature of an experiment, one of my haiku chains…)