We, At the End of the World

Invitation
Eternal Night
Afterworld
If We Are Completed in a Painting
Hunting Season
Blood and Iron
A Glass Rose
Island
Ten Thousand Nights and Days
With the Map of the Night Spread Open
Dream’s Joke
We, At the End of the World
Rainy Season
Blackout
To Death Ostracized by Angels
Small Theater
Behind the Scenes
Fire and Ash
Eternal Light
Curtain Call

Poet’s Note
Poet’s Essay
Commentary
What They Say About Yang Anda

When writing poetry, there is a question that people always ask. What do you think poetry is? I don’t think much about it. I don’t want to think of poetry as something sacred, but I also don’t want to consider it nothing. So I answer, Poetry is like a game. A game that I can play by myself. With no one paying attention to me. A game like that. I said that many times.
From Poet’s Note

Now, within the frame of mirrors and mise-en-sc?ne, Yang Anda continues to create nightmares of the night and labyrinths in the woods, carving the traces of “me” who walks with a limp and “you” who falls into a languid slumber. He engraves “your” absence and “my” loss in front of the world represented by “you,” who is fading in the inevitable and irreversible. Yet all the while, rejecting everything.
From Commentary