WU Ming-Yi, The Man with the Compound Eyes
- an empty house that didn’t even have windows
- fake farmhouses and fake B&Bs
- an amusement park
- her house by the sea
- earthquake
- a remote island
- Summer House
- the City Library of Stockholm
- sealed the doors and windows
- For the past year the sea had been like a random memory…Twice a day, Alice was put under temporary house arrest before being released a couple of hours later.
- It really was a kitten, looking at her with sad eyes. Very peculiarly, one of its eyes was blue, the other brown.
- dream grabber
- A few moments later, tens, no hundreds, of butterflies or moths that must have been hiding in the grass until Alice disturbed them flew to the other side of the slide in an undisciplined but seemingly coordinated fashion.
- Perhaps because I don’t think he can completely understand me, I often feel like talking to him. It’s like talking through an open window.
- At first we called it the Seaside House, but later the seal level rose and other people started calling it the Sea House. Now I call it Alice’s Island.
- “Very fair,” I replied and for the first time I realized I could ask him back. “Is the weather fair on your sea today?” “Yes it is, extremely fair,” Atile’i replied. I don’t know why, but right at that moment we both began to cry.
Sangpuy, “Dalan” (song)
ZHONG Lihe, “My Study” and “The Plow and the Sky”
- This study was not built, nor could it be made with money: I had discovered it.
- My study was the earth and the sky that we inhabit!
- Sky, clouds, and hills lie quietly upside down in the brimming paddy-fields. The plowman plows them up along with the clods and water. Together with rampant tendrils of sesban weed, they become entangled on the plowshare, like a scarf. Every two or three paces a great bundle of weeds, sky, clouds, and hills twines itself round the plow. It’s as if the whole filed is draping itself over the plow: the ox stumbles, staggers, and comes to a halt.
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