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CONNECTIONS:

The pictures were drawn on various pages from "New Chinese 300: A Beginning Language Course" by the Faculty of the Beijing Language Institute, Cheng & Tsui Company. True art knows no boundaries.

 

1) METEORS:

            I remember when I was very young, I went outside one night with my family to watch a meteor shower. Nobody saw any meteors, except me. I looked up at the sky and saw an enormous saw-toothed ball of fire screech across the sky and detonate somewhere in the clouds over Boston. No one else caught a glimpse of it, so I went to sleep that night wondering if I had really seen a meteor.

 

2) THE REPEATED FORM:

 

3) THE SHINING CITY:

            On some days, I walk from my workplace up to the Christian Science Church in the city. I had this dream about it the other night: I rowed out into the pool there, which had become somehow infinite. Around me, the city grew out of the water, but changed. The city was no longer made of brick and steel; it had been transmuted into a framework of light, no longer buildings but structures, as if all impurity had been stripped away to reveal only the raw architecture of illumination, brilliant, titanic, and holy. . .

 

4) A SIGN IS GIVEN:

            I once ate a piece of cheese shaped like Idaho.

 

5) COMPOUND DIRECTIONAL COMPLEMENTS

 

6) THE EYE:

            I lay down in the grass and stared up at the night sky, my feet bare and the radio on. As I was lying there, it occurred to me that while I watched the sky, simultaneously the sky was watching me. I wondered if the entire heaven was an enormous eye, encompassed by the trees on either side and coloured by the light of the distant city.
We stared at each other for a while, until I winked at it, and it winked back.

 

 

7) CONNECT

 

8) THE TOWER:

            On the best night of my life, I weathered out the rain in an abandoned New-Hampshire ranger cabin. The evening was spent reading a National Geographic from 1994, while hailstones rattled through holes in the roof.
I awoke late in the night, and unlatched the door to find the world covered by a mist with the consistancy of yogurt, and thunder faded to the edges of my hearing. I pulled on my boots, and crept out into the darkness. There was a fire-tower on the hill behind the cabin; I walked up to it through the pale clouds and rain-slick pines.
            The top of the tower was above the level of the mist. I could see to the horizon over an enormous landscape of rolling clouds, where thunderheads rose vaulted against the stars, and bolts of lightning lept across the night. . .

 

9) GOD AND THE RAIN:

            After fourteen days of rain in Boston, I got onto the subway and met a Madman. “I saw God this morning,” he told me. His face was misshapen, his beard scraggly and his clothes dirty. As we roared through the underground, the Madman said, “Six weeks I been in Boston. Ain’t stood up for none of it, man. I tell ya – I tell ya – You see how drunk I am?” He leered at me, grinning. “I tell ya somethin’ I learned, ‘cause yer listening man. I tell ya’, twelve hundred years! Twelve hundred years they been killin’ for no reason. Ain’ no stoppin’ it. They’ll kill you too, man! They’ll hurt you good! Ya wanna get hurt? I don’ wanna get hurt, man. I been hurt. I can tell ya – no livin’ thing – no livin’ thing deserves this.”
            The Madman waved his arms, his fingers twisted. “I saw God this morning,” he said, again. “Six weeks! Ain’ stopped rainin’ for none of it! I been lyin’ in the rain’ for six whole weeks! Ain’ moved for none of it! Six weeks, ain’ moved, man. An then, an then – this morning, I saw God. Y’know? When yer heart goes like this,” – he smacked his chest drunkenly – “BZZZZZZZZ! When yer heart goes bzzzzzzzz, then ya know, ya know yer gonna die. An’ God came through rain, an’ He said ta me, man, ‘yer gonna die, you gotta get up, you can’t keep lyin’ here, can’t keep dyin’.’ I don’ wanna die no more! That’s what he said to me: ‘Ya gotta get up!’ I didn’ wanna get up, I been lyin’ there six weeks in the rain, man, y’know? Six weeks. But I got up.” The Madman pulled a flask from his pants-pocket, and took a long swig. He sprawled back in his seat, eyes glittering at me.
            I asked him, “What did God look like?”
            The Madman laughed, his yellow teeth gaping. Then he leaned in close, conspiratorial, and told me, “He shone, man. He shone. . .”

 

10) WILSON GENTLEMAN

"Who is that gentleman - ?"
"He is Wilson Gentleman."

 

11) HEIGHT:

            I stood one night on the roof of a schoolhouse, and looked out over the shadowed trees to the city lights. Cars were rushing past on the street below me, and I thought, Oh, you creeping things. . . !

 

12) THE PERFECT ASPECT OF VERBS:

 

13) AN ECSTATIC DREAM OF DEATH:

            “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

 

 

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