The Ghostword Sembles Itself

On 22nd June 1976, Theresa Hak Kyung Cha sat by the tomb of Tristan Tzara in Montparnasse Cemetery, Paris, listening to the rain.  This gesture instigates a cut-up practice to disassemble and reassemble some of Cha's words, creating the opportunity to liberate some of her vocabulary from the poetic structures she creates in her writing … Continue reading The Ghostword Sembles Itself

Border : Crossing

At first we just look.   dense matting of human figures piled up motor vehicles abstracted body parts scattered words on a barbed wire fence the sweat of my bones breaking out                                            of my ribs my head a maze                   of jumbled trash tangled                                               misused                     distorted Then I know we have to … Continue reading Border : Crossing