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These poems started with an arrow. In the spring of 2009, the lazy poetess packed a backpack and embarked on a 1,600-kilometer hiking trip. She followed the arrow, and sometimes followed the shell. It took five months. , go to the place where the arrow disappears, the Atlantic coast known as "the end of the world" in the Middle Ages. Following an ancient ritual of destruction and rebirth, she burned her clothes and shoes, as well as a thick stack of paper of various sizes, on which were hundreds of sentences written by hand along the road.
It must be said: Well, she regretted it as soon as the paper was burned, and that night she began to silently write the burned sentences. This process took ten years, and six or seven out of ten were recovered. A collection of poems, thirty-three poems.
The collection of poems, as always, reveals her to be a fanatic of form, an exorcist of naive symbols and numbers. Vertical spines, parallel arrows, the powerful driving force of life, and the inexplicable will of death, one vertical and one horizontal, moving on the surface of the earth. When the shallow footprints have long since disappeared and returned to the prehistoric, the collection of poems strives to remove the ink by casting characters and embossing them. The process of recreating the traces of wandering in the wilderness in those years was extremely complicated. After countless processes, four to five hundred copies were scrapped, and 112 thin pages were looked at in my hand, as if there was nothing.
The 2,000 words of postscript are temporarily covered with ink, because the embossed text that is difficult to read must be translated. After reading, readers are willing to accept the author's suggestion and tear off the dotted lines on the edge of the paper. A book of poems with no ink but only traces is completed.
The epilogue is not that important, what about the poem? Poems are a little more important, they will disappear later, when the dust and moisture in the air seep into the paper, destroying the tension of embossing, the words will gradually flatten and disappear silently, day by day, minute by minute, second by second, I guess, ten years later, you The result is a nearly blank volume of poetry.
The author hopes that readers will not take pictures and copy the pages of verses in the book and post them at will. The first is to respect the fruits of labor, and the second is to respect the pleasure of reading for other readers.
It must be said: Well, she regretted it as soon as the paper was burned, and that night she began to silently write the burned sentences. This process took ten years, and six or seven out of ten were recovered. A collection of poems, thirty-three poems.
The collection of poems, as always, reveals her to be a fanatic of form, an exorcist of naive symbols and numbers. Vertical spines, parallel arrows, the powerful driving force of life, and the inexplicable will of death, one vertical and one horizontal, moving on the surface of the earth. When the shallow footprints have long since disappeared and returned to the prehistoric, the collection of poems strives to remove the ink by casting characters and embossing them. The process of recreating the traces of wandering in the wilderness in those years was extremely complicated. After countless processes, four to five hundred copies were scrapped, and 112 thin pages were looked at in my hand, as if there was nothing.
The 2,000 words of postscript are temporarily covered with ink, because the embossed text that is difficult to read must be translated. After reading, readers are willing to accept the author's suggestion and tear off the dotted lines on the edge of the paper. A book of poems with no ink but only traces is completed.
The epilogue is not that important, what about the poem? Poems are a little more important, they will disappear later, when the dust and moisture in the air seep into the paper, destroying the tension of embossing, the words will gradually flatten and disappear silently, day by day, minute by minute, second by second, I guess, ten years later, you The result is a nearly blank volume of poetry.
The author hopes that readers will not take pictures and copy the pages of verses in the book and post them at will. The first is to respect the fruits of labor, and the second is to respect the pleasure of reading for other readers.
ISBN：9789574373383
出版：不在場工作室
作者：夏宇
分類：Selected Book Exhibition── Lilith: Facing the Creator's Feminine Creation
