Biography of Xiao Kang
Hello! my name is XiaoKang Ma, I am born in ShanDong China in 1992. I am an informal Christian which never be baptized but still believe God. I also like rap, like 2pac and Eminem. Some lyrics of their songs are great with true feeling. I am a shy guy, but wild in writing.
My parents are teachers in a high school when I came to this world.
My father is a poet which be famous in China around 1980, His name is QiDai Ma. His writing brief is “writing for conscience”. This is also my writing brief. When I was 7, he became a businessman and My childhood was in a very rich family.
When I was nearly 15, I went to Australia with a dream to change the world.
When I study in year 11, I had organizing a donation for earthquake in China in 2008,
When I study in year 11, I really try, go to bed on 3: 00 am everyday.
But, good time do not last any longer.
In September 2008, my Dad lost in his business and went into jail by set up.
My Dad as an innocence man, my family’s asset just go into zero dollars.
So that, I have to change my high school from private school to public school.
Public school’s rule is more relax. I can try to get more time to do part time job.
Life likes this last to June 2013.
I had been worked in FISH&CHIPS, House-moving, Butcher, massage, security, garbage classification and bricklayer so on. Someone told me to sell drug or stolen, but I refused.
Life is the best poem for poet. The best gift for poet is suffer.5 years hard life made me knows the society better. I do see the shadow under the light. And I do understand how hard a immigrant try to live, all the good or bad Is the reason why I writing poems. In a bad mood, I have a little bite Bulimic, such as 10 Big Mac in 1 meal or 200 dumplings. but I am diet now.
Actually, I start to write a poem when I was 8.
In Australia, I think here should be a heaven, but not. when I am 18. It’s a rain day. I do have a Indian workmate when I was a bricklayer labourer. We are the last two to pick up everything around workplace. He fainted cause of hypoglycemia I know at the end, and I don’t know which street and which number it is. So that I ask the people lived around me for help. They just drive out me cause of I am in drity shirt. Then I stand in the middle of the road try to stop someone for help, at least 7 cars drive away with “fucking crazy asian.”, until an old lady help me out and make the call for ambulance.
I am very bad talent at physical job.
In Jun 2013, I went to Deakin university. My family start to support me again.my profession is “game design and development”
In 2014, I decided to write all my experience on paper and stop studying in Deakin.
Now I am a visitor which doing investigation about second world war in ShanDong China. Here is some picture when I visited the village. This village is named “Dong Liang Zhuang”, mean the broomcorn in East. The villager had against Japanese army with cold weapon, death is 64: 5
Xiao Kang's Works:
«the paperman» a chinese book
Xiao Kang Poems
Funeral Of Century(1)
XiaoKang Ma Section 1 Sadness falls as a meteor
Funeral Of Century(2)
Funeral Of Century（2） LOL. I hope my english will be better than in (1) .
You Still In My Mind
you still in my mind When I was thirteen
To sting deep inside your blood – Should be the best way to remember forever So that you will never forget – The pain from memory
They Say: 'Chinese Never Queue Up'
They say: 'Chinese never queue up' XiaoKang Ma
Shadow XiaoKang Ma Light is the eye of God
Parkinson XiaoKang Ma it should be the happyiest one- if I can take off my eyes-
transaltion for http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/50-years-ago-2/ 50年前
Newspaper XiaoKang Ma
Paperman (Thin As A Lath)
Would the wind take them far away? being fragment in anytime – the paperman, thin as a lath made in glass
Translations For Gulsher John
CANDLE IN THE WIND In a dark gloomy night And the around was blessed with fear and fright
I knew two bricklayers One named Jack – Another one named Wang Jack is Aboriginal, East North Aussie
translation for: http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-i-have-are-words/
Mountain Is Dullness, Too Late To Shout
Mountain Is Dullness, Too Late To Shout the mountain top is pared and - exposes the worn bones on his back
Light is the eye of God
as a man of sin
my soul can only crawl
thanks for comments， it will be the best guide for me.