Hao Li Xing [Public]

[dragon_of_wei]

(voice;)

Oh, what wonderful news!

It seems that the Greenhaven Press in Melior finally published my recent poems within their latest modern classics edition!

I wouldn't ever thought that my poetry would be among such greats as Shen Mo Lin but I am humbly surprised!

Here is to taste of what to expect. I call this one "Hao Li Xing".

Enjoy~

Comments

[peoplenpudding]

Oh, what lovely poetry, Commander!

[dragon_of_wei]

I thank you! You are far too kind.

[mayovice]

...not this again.

[dragon_of_wei]

...What?! Oh, do not come here with your melodramatic groaning!

You are just jealous, I swear! This is one of my best works, how dare you even insulate it is not good!

How dare you! This is a piece of art and you cannot even try to appreciate it because you are a horrible critic!

[mayovice]

There are so many things wrong with it that I can't even be bothered to begin.

[dragon_of_wei]

There are many things wrong with your face, although, do you see me grumbling?

Really now? If you cannot be bothered to explain why you view my work so poorly, then bite your tongue.

[ooc: STRIKE DOES NOT EXIST]

[peasant_king]

I remember learning of this battle in the Academy.

[dragon_of_wei]

Ah, you do? I was actually a lieutenant during that time, long before Admiral Yuan Shao even became a commander. It was more like a civil skirmish than an actual battle.

[find_my_truth]

That is very good Mr. Cao. And congratulations.

[dragon_of_wei]

Ha! I remember you. Thank you!

I've been trying to get some of my works to be published by Greenhaven but they have a very trying criteria that I as a poet do not like.

[find_my_truth]

Greenhaven has some very talented writers. Nemerov is a personal favorate of mine when it comes to poems about War.

[Clears his throat and recites]

"For a saving grace, we didn't see our dead,
Who rarely bothered coming home to die
But simply stayed away out there
In the clean war, the war in the air.

Seldom the ghosts come back bearing their tales
Of hitting the earth, the incompressible clouds,
But stayed up there in the relative wind,
Shades fading in the mind,

Who had no graves but only epitaphs
Where never so many spoke for never so few:
Per ardua, said the partisans of Mars,
Per aspera, to the stars.

That was the good war, the war we won
As if there was no death, for goodness's sake.
With the help of the losers we left out there
In the air, in the empty air."

You should never change your style to be popular Mr. Cao, or whats the point of creating, right?

[dragon_of_wei]

Dare away! I'm feeling rather jovial about this publication.

[voice]

[dragon_of_wei]

[-Seems intrigued at the idea of adding a melody to his poem.-]

I do believe you are right! What a wondrous idea!

Perhaps music would help add the much needed third dimension I need to capture my audience with. To capture their attention and actually see the beauty of my art.

Hm! This shall be a interesting endeavor...