Dashanzi is an artist's colony in Beijing, where they make contemporary art worth noticing.
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Dashanzi/Alexandria
Two factories, once built missiles--
the one on the water,
bay licking the pylons--
the one between beltways
weeds still in a windy city.
The artists came, subdivided
hung things from exposed beams
framed them under vaulted ceilings,
covered the cement with color,
and smashed the walls to windows
I went with my mother
to shop-- we bought pottery
and with my father--
we bought my mother the portrait
of a small, shaggy dog--
done in woodcut--
under a table like in Paris.
I went in a group
to see-- under supervision--
walls covered and screaming,
and the man asked,
"What do you think of Mao?"
and we could not tell him,
like he wanted,
that it went beyond 30%,
-- we didn't know.
I saw there--
two fish, in a tube
face-to-face, in a clear sky
and thought it made a good torch
for shadowing smooth expressions
and peering into high windows--
glowing embers, I went home
and found, I was covered
inside, and screaming.
Alone, now--
I say, it went beyond 30%
went beyond percent at all,
outpaced Mao,
the beams, the ceilings
could not be reclaimed
held under paint and light--
came here with the tides,
and followed me beyond them,
to the dry hills and flood-plains.
The man we trapped
slammed against our darkness--
he holds me, still--
made of me a room.
Friday, August 1, 2008
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3 comments:
ohh you thought you were trapped inside with another self of yours?
thats how I figured it .. and so I related ..
it read like a lyrical story .. must be a wonderful place.. Dashanzi which also inspired you in this way ..
PS - I'm deleting that double with typo .. sorry .. :( I am awake now and still can't rid of them with my german shep snoring away to glory just under my chair.. I can barely move and type.. excuses.. *sigh*
no worries. I understand the "dog" thing... sometimes they simply can't be moved...
a bit like that, yeah... trapped in a different kind of self... the sort that *is*, but doesn't see...
... y'know... Dashanzi was interesting... because we went there during the day-- and even thriving art centers don't thrive at noon-- so it was very quiet. Which made it even more affecting, actually... but the things I saw there were so very powerful and alive compared to the work I often see being done in the 'States.
... which makes sense, because China is still repressive in the way that produces good art. 0_o
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