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Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 11 czerwca 2012
You would have known the signs of a harsher winter, and smelt it in the drier air. You would have sensed legacy in the ordinary. You would have known when the soil was ready for spring, and its brambles and bloodroot and later, the azaleas.
I have to return Gerard his favorite book. It’s (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 10 czerwca 2012
Near another Lunar New Year, Marilyn Levine is tired of making briefcases and jackets out of ceramics and zippers when Michael Lucero tells her to restore the candour, his Roman statue wishing the coathanger had the same red as the teapot. This evening, the dakinis expect a conchoidal fracture. (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 10 czerwca 2012
“Who here thinks we’ve done enough window shopping?” The Sixth Dakini is caterwauling, yodels from the Apennines. “Who here wants a new harvest of radish for Ganapati so he’ll live with us in the African baobabs?” The local government is in cahoots with the other deities on the picula (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 10 czerwca 2012
The First Dakini understood Cavafy’s need to summon the horses of Achilles with their amber eyes gazing down at a wilting Patroklus. Ovid tried to do the same, exhorting Raymon Elozua to channel them first through a digital print, then with the same success he had with terracotta and steel. But (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 10 czerwca 2012
“If you can’t find my hairdryer,” the Second Dakini says, “there’s the Bradley in the restroom.” The Bradley can be meaningfully worked into the Third Dakini’s slab of brick clay, now tightly wrapped in plastic to help keep in the moisture. “Clay reconstitutes itself,” the Second (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 10 czerwca 2012
“No one likes a social malady,” the Third Dakini says, unscrolling the rural ordinance against terrace-farming anywhere in or around Arusha National Park. That leaves David Meltzer’s apple chapter with the nagaraja holding a jam biscuit by its teeth, its belly pre-dynastic and egg-shaped. It’s (... więcej)
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