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Wikipedia Poem, No. 880

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any work that creates discomfort “makes officials here nervous.”

Sources:

• Qin, Amy. “Their Art Raised Questions About Technology. Chinese Censors Had Their Own Answer.” The New York Times, The New York Times, 14 Dec. 2018, http://www.nytimes.com/2018/12/14/arts/china-art-censorship.html.
• “Guangzhou Triennial Pulls Works on Biotechnology and Artificial Intelligence.” Artforum, 17 Dec. 2018, http://www.artforum.com/news/-78111.
• Dewey-Hagborg, Heather. “Artist’s Statement.” Deweyhagborg.com, deweyhagborg.com/statement.