Thin Shangdu Thin Shangdu

The millipede of furious minds who concocts all steel sternumed glass, imagines the heart of what they make, all ruse & rooms of ruby ventricled chandeliers. Along the rear of this vertical frontier: tents & oil spilt ponds, a jungle of bloomers hangs on tiers of stocking string. An opera singer, once in tiger's masque, keens which echoes deep in the well of his welder's mask. A young boy dreams of mums.

Oct 7, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Cathy Park Hong