CHINESE CHAPTERS

Short Flashes

Swallow part 1: recognition

Swallow part 2: ceremony

Swallow part 3: awaiting

* We used to keep dead lotus leaves to hear the rain

Steps

Here live only sparrows





Chinese Chapters - Lotus


竹坞无尘水槛清,
相思迢递隔重城。
秋阴不散霜飞晚,
留得枯荷听雨声。

李商隐, 唐代



Tidy hut, a pure river nearby,
Deep yearning, thousands cities between us.
Autumn stays cloudy, frost hasn't flown in yet,
Keep dead lotus leaves to hear the rain.


Li Shangyin, Tang dynasty



Chinese Chapters - Lotus


The valley was surrounded on three sides by mountains and crossed by a river which drew water from many streams.
Real estates companies were investing in the valley with a special feng shui.
The village has been founded by the man who was buried in an immense tomb.
The inhabitants dismantled the huge construction to build their houses from the gravestones.
The stairs were leading to a small monastery on the mountaintop. A masked bird was sitting on the palisade of gravestones.
The ghosts were living in the bamboo forest.
The meals were the rhythm of passing days. The inhabitants were eating at a fixed hour and taking a nap after.
The women were washing dishes in the stream. When a bowl was crashed, the pieces of blue painted ceramic were flowing down the river to land in the silts.
The inhabitants collected the pieces. When they were building houses, they nailed the fresh clay with those shreds of pottery, to strengthen the walls.
The streams were flowing from the mountain, crossing the vertical density of the bamboo forest, where were lying massive centuries-old tombs.
The plastic garbage has been catching obstacles in the course of the river, and hooked up, were swinging like Buddhist colorful flags.
The endless rain was piercing the grey air and filling the streams. The streams were flowing into the lotus fields.
The bulldozers were flattening the mountain, the bamboo forest, the streams and the tombs. To build a sleek highway.
The lotus seedlings, cocooned in the torn clothes, were brought by the inhabitants to the murky fields.
The lotus was emerging from the murky water but staying clean. Its flowers were rebirth and its seeds were life..
The procession with trumpets was going upstream, through the village, to the house of the dead and the bamboo forest.
The house was turning into ruin, and there was no more food on the table.
The nun was living in a small monastery on the mountaintop. She had a garden and a water reservoir.
The water was flowing down the mountain by streams, through the bamboo forest, tombs and village till the lotus fields.
The faces melted away, blurring the facial features. Dissolved chemicals were mixing and were creating colorful smudges.
The plastic foil, used to protect the pictures, became a humid trap that provoked a slow agony of images.



Chinese Chapters - Lotus

Chinese Chapters - Lotus

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Chinese Chapters - Lotus



Chinese Chapters - Lotus


Chinese Chapters - Lotus


Chinese Chapters - Lotus





Chinese Chapters - Lotus



Chinese Chapters - Lotus




Chinese Chapters - Lotus




Chinese Chapters - Lotus