Tiananmen

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

author : DJ Huppatz


there is no sky to describe, kites climb to define an atmospheric shape. two-by-two through: the chairman, reclining & waxen. marx & engels in modern angles, a keyring for remembering. now, opportunities abound old friend. scenes already saturated by images. nowhere for a chair. now here follow the wind, through the gate to heaven guarded by muddled angels. the great mall of heavy, 108 paces per minute all the way to ürümqi. moments displaced by monuments. a filmic reformation is no softer, the promise purged with infinite reproduction. the social cell shrinks with the relaxation of retail. a kite is a delirious dream machine, its string tying you to the creation of a cosmos. the struggle with weighty materials, waving a flag of the purple driven by motor-drives. a capturing is a system. a photo. of the misses.

(Meanjin, Vol 62, No.4, 2003)

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