Modernity Organ
The contemporary:
Sometimes, she
lives in the temporary. Modernity
means Greenwich Mean Time
locked in its tracks, anxiety,
tea nipping at cup walls. Sometimes,
she demolishes fabricated Modernity,
lives in the self-immolation of the thought
of the contemporary: black smoke pouring
toward Russia, progress
awaiting dead things beyond demolition.
(2011/7/3 Shanghai)
(Translated by David
Perry)
(From “China Eastern Railway”)
lives in the temporary. Modernity
means Greenwich Mean Time
locked in its tracks, anxiety,
tea nipping at cup walls. Sometimes,
she demolishes fabricated Modernity,
lives in the self-immolation of the thought
of the contemporary: black smoke pouring
toward Russia, progress
awaiting dead things beyond demolition.
(From “China Eastern Railway”)
Russian trains rendering White to Red, students of Russia
devoured, more night than ever, electrified, hand-in-hand
neon and Stalin forging students of Russia.
waiting for a juan bing, rail-thin country mother
tightly bundled in from who-knows-where, embittered cursing fathers,
neon and Stalin forging boiling fat just keep waiting
haphazardly wrapped: haphazardness does not distinguish, daybreak’s white
haphazardness fattens thirty hours, time’s next round of punishment
waiting for a derailed train to depart en route to yet more waiting.
(From “China Eastern Railway”)
to obey reality’s ideology: the red deer
obeys the maze of deer trails. Thundershowers
hurl plastic bags to earth behind
the transfer station, the new district resembling
half a box of leftovers, hissing exhalations
add vinegar and oil. The ideology of
rapid growth: do away with datong, the Great Community,
ship off the old society and assemble the new and different.
railways pump it out like photocopiers
leaving little space in which to live, light sleep
always sometimes already occupied by plastic bags
swimming with people, shoving, pushing back, seizing ground.
a camera obscura capturing the unfortunate, each and every fate suspended within.
Wastepaper insomnia, to copy datong
insomnia is to be unable to copy wuwei or perhaps even the Tongzhi Emperor.
sheds his swimsuit really
it’s just underwear: the elastic band’s bitten deep
into his fat impressing its mark: the old villages
the sole ground of memories come and gone.
(From “China Eastern Railway”)
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