<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Hangzhou Boatmen Archive]]></title><description><![CDATA[Hangzhou Boatmen Archive]]></description><link>https://www.dockside-archive.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sat, 27 Jun 2026 03:31:46 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.dockside-archive.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[The River's Keeper -- Li Shifu of Wushan Dock]]></title><description><![CDATA[At the edge of Yuanpu Town, where the Qiantang, Fuchun, and Puyang Rivers meet, stands a little ferry pier named Wushan Dock. By the water is a small kiosk, barely the size of a fishing boat cabin. This is where Li Shifu, fifty-eight, sells bottled drinks, instant noodles, and daily goods to passing ferrymen and locals. When I walked in, he was sorting through boxes of mineral water, his hands rough and sun-darkened. “Business is small,” he said with a smile, “but it keeps me busy.”   Li was...]]></description><link>https://www.dockside-archive.com/post/the-river-s-keeper-li-shifu-of-wushan-dock</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69104022c2bb7eab2250f36b</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Nov 2025 07:19:49 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/929abe_9ae0019d8d374853a7acac8c3766bb50~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>a17794542693</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Poem: "The Boatmen Community [A Neo-River Colony]"]]></title><description><![CDATA[After Don Mee Choi]]></description><link>https://www.dockside-archive.com/post/poem-the-boatmen-community-a-neo-river-colony</link><guid isPermaLink="false">690a02f07e1b4853218debdd</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2025 13:43:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/929abe_e0b364e18dd743ce8092b77179359ff5~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>a17794542693</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Poem: "ANCHORAGE :: MOTHER-TONGUE"]]></title><link>https://www.dockside-archive.com/post/anchorage-mother-tongue</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6909f80d8de3a65c6f2afe27</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2025 13:10:37 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/929abe_70410648643a4f028dc4f16f3054ddc3~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>a17794542693</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Being a Shipwife: A Life Adrift]]></title><description><![CDATA[At seven in the morning, the Qiantang River at Shuangpu Anchorage is shrouded in morning mist. Li Dajie emerges from the cabin of her cargo ship, “Zhe Fuyang Huo 668,” to begin her day. Her vessel sits among a dense cluster of boats—a floating home on the water. Shuangpu Anchorage is where ships temporarily reside, where ferrymen and shipwives could stock up food and necessities enough to last another week aboard ship. I was lucky enough to get to talk to three shipwives here: Li Dajie, Zhang...]]></description><link>https://www.dockside-archive.com/post/being-a-shipwife-a-life-adrift</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6909d10dbb9a5281a8b243fa</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2025 10:16:29 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/929abe_7aad6fc9a0fc47d2b5b3b3d60b61dbd3~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_720,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>a17794542693</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Last Guardian of Zhejiang’s First Pier: Chen and the Vanished Ferry Era]]></title><description><![CDATA[Hangzhou, Nanxing Bridge — Interview conducted June 2025   The site of the “Zhejiang First Pier” near Hangzhou’s Nanxing Bridge no longer exists. My grandfather, who worked for over two decades as a crew member at the Qiantang River Shipping Company’s passenger transport department, often spoke of this place. His former colleague, 69-year-old Chen, still lives nearby. I recently met him for an interview by the riverbank. As we strolled along the water, his gaze drifted toward the center of...]]></description><link>https://www.dockside-archive.com/post/the-last-guardian-of-zhejiang-s-first-pier-chen-and-the-vanished-ferry-era</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6909bce32c1a830344809709</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2025 08:47:02 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/929abe_79408dc4c094486195a44ff2e7b9e7c7~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_720,h_597,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>a17794542693</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Poem: "River Nation [Document 1-A]"]]></title><description><![CDATA[for the ship-wife I. [VESSEL MANIFEST] NAME OF VESSEL:** XIN FU 88 ( 新福88 ) // “NEW FORTUNE 88” FLAG STATE: RIVER HOME PORT: MEMORY CARGO: CEMENT / GRAIN / THE FUTURE'S DEBRIS CREW: 2 (ONE MALE, ONE FEMALE. DESIGNATION: HUSBAND-WIFE. DESIGNATION: CAPTAIN-MATE. DESIGNATION: FLOATING CELL.) TONNAGE: 1500 TONS OF DEBT STATUS: IN TRANSIT. IN PERPETUITY. II. [TRANSCRIPT: GAN RIVER RADIO TRAFFIC, DAWN] (static hiss like a dying breath) 06:00: [MALE VOICE, FILTERED THROUGH WATER] “... fog. Always...]]></description><link>https://www.dockside-archive.com/post/poem-river-nation-document-1-a</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6908cf9d91f4e1bef653bc73</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2025 16:11:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/929abe_9ac9f619b1f14edfaebd198b4ec9717a~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>a17794542693</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Poem: "事故//INCIDENT"]]></title><description><![CDATA[After Layli Long Soldier INCIDENT. From incidere . A word of falling into –to cut, to trespass, to bleed. In law, attaching to . In body, detaching from . INCIDENT: the broom-handle jabbing the gut into shards of glass, lodged where spine meets air. Winter breath stabbing nostrils, sharp as the t capping incident : that final huff, the icicle of a joke snapping. Lips tightening. Tongue clicking teeth. In place of incident , teachers explain it as: A blank space where the body was. The sound...]]></description><link>https://www.dockside-archive.com/post/poem-%E4%BA%8B%E6%95%85-incident</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6908ceb6bb9a5281a8b051c9</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2025 15:49:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/929abe_f995c432476243c6bc372f48104df586~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>a17794542693</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Poem: "Translation of a Fisherman"]]></title><description><![CDATA[I. The Ferrymen’s Son (A False Start) 我父亲是个渔夫。 My father was a fisherman. 他的父亲也是。 His father too. 钱塘江是我们的家。 The Qiantang was our field. 我们继承了一条木船。一张证。 We inherited a wooden boat. A license. 潮汐的节奏。 The rhythm of the tide. (This is not how it begins. This is the story they expect. Start with the water.) II. Official Transmission // 钱塘江渔业资源管理通告 Zhejiang Provincial Notice 2019 RE: Seasonal Fishing Moratorium Article 1:  To protect the sustainable development of fishery resources and the...]]></description><link>https://www.dockside-archive.com/post/translation-of-a-fisherman</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6908c22cc7ef5d7517f9d6c4</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2025 14:57:47 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/929abe_e099146132344833bedace73917c8cbd~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_832,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>a17794542693</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Poem: "The Ferryman’s Son: Yuanpu Archives"]]></title><description><![CDATA[For Li of Yuanpu Town’s Wushan Ferry I. Water Memory I am the son of the ferryman. The river is my father’s father. Three rivers— Qiantang , Fuchun , Puyang —three threads braided into one rope around our necks… We lived in the knot…  Before the bridges, the world was water.  To go to Xiaoshan for work, you pay my father a coin. Step into the belly of his wooden boat. When I was a child, my hands learned the shape of the oar  before they learned a pen. The rhythm: dip, pull, creak . Then men...]]></description><link>https://www.dockside-archive.com/post/poem-the-ferryman-s-son-yuanpu-archives</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6908b462f82473eab6769bd2</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2025 13:57:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/929abe_70f481e79ddb4238b8d6e2acfd51d41d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>a17794542693</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[From Cargo to Commuter: A Boat Captain’s Journey on Hangzhou’s Grand Canal]]></title><description><![CDATA[Hangzhou’s Grand Canal is more than a UNESCO World Heritage site—it is a living artery of the city, where history and daily life flow together. One of the best ways to experience it is aboard the Water Bus Line 1, which links neighborhoods like Wulinmen, Xinyifang, and Gongchen Bridge over a scenic 40–50 minute route.   On a quiet afternoon, I boarded at Wulinmen Pier and took a seat behind the pilot, Captain Wang. At 58, he has a calm presence, his hands moving steadily over the controls as...]]></description><link>https://www.dockside-archive.com/post/from-cargo-to-commuter-a-boat-captain-s-journey-on-hangzhou-s-grand-canal</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6908615c12b86a0f317cf521</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:03:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bc1269_edffd51e0ade4565b38687a0959771d8~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_550,h_501,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Yan Zhang</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>