If You Think With Fire

What Did Jack Do? A David Lynch film cracks but has no fault. The sound exists long after.
I have finally put to use this light box. For a long time I would rather it be empty, unlit, just sad in its plastic haunting.
Still from 'What Did Jack Do?'. David, I've drank many of this. Fancy milk has nothing on me. I want to start over.
All the stones I hope to cut in 2020. 2019 was the year we started conversing with stones. Before there are gems, there are stones. Before there is a stone there is a promise.
Reminder to self
Is there a name to call this? My fascination with in-visible dichotomies.
Juvenilia, ours.

IF YOU THINK WITH FIRE
Then life is a road that leads
To waiting for nothing.
On its two sides stand wonderful buildings,
Whose compound eyes brim and flow
With happy songs of great mansions,
And the melancholy of little round houses.

Then there sinks to the bottom
Of a trembling white jade cup
The broken necklace of the past,
Two pieces dazzling the eyes
With their red lustre – 
July and March.

If the castle where my dreams are stored
Began to burn,
I would stand bewildered in the rain,
Watching one man,
And os wildly,
Thinking of another.

夐虹
Hsiung Hung (1940 – )

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