失重的谱系
Weightless Spectrum
Brick, motor, paper
Power installation, variable size
2018
此时的诗歌不再是简单的词语排列，它成了一样事物，他的自治性无可争议。它们不服从于任何需要，不再只是为交流而存在，它们不会立即消失，它们能够持续。轻微的纸片一次次划过冰冷厚重的砖块——形成“失重的圈”和“残缺的圆” 。纯净的黑在我眼里也是白的，日间是白色的，而夜晚则是有色的。我在人群中找寻庇护，我想咒骂，想用它换了我的歌。
The poetry at this time is no longer a simple arrangement of words.
It becomes one thing, and its autonomy is undisputed. They are not subject to any need, they are no longer just for communication, they do not disappear immediately, they can last. The slight pieces of paper pass through the icy and heavy bricks again and again – forming a “weightless circle” and a “broken circle”. Pure black is also white in my eyes, white in the daytime, and colored in the night. I am looking for asylum in the crowd, I want to curse, I want to use it to change my song.