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                   Everything I write, I hate a week later,
                      I hate the poems I’m working on too.
                                                          Li Young Lee
                                               in The Language of Life by Bill Moyers  

You might think he’d be self-satisfied
being a right famous poet
with a gangster for a grandfather
and his mother royalty.

With celebrity status well earned
he is a citizen of Earth,
born in Indonesia
he proudly claims to be Chinese.

He says his people
were persecuted in Jakarta,
so that might be the reason
he’s living in Chicago.

Once his family lived in Pittsburgh,
his father studied theology,
got his degree and ministered
in the local Presbytery.

Li Young says that sometimes
he feels disconnected
from it all, except, he said,
the bible.

He went on to say
that the act of writing a poem
is a supplication
in a sense

He says
he hates what he writes
because none of it even comes close
to Ecclesiastes.