(Inspired by Nico Vassilakis' artwork dated Dec.10,2017)
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The enactment of logic-chopping pronouncements leaves a pile of rubble on the ground...
That rubble is looking suspiciously word-like, because bricks and mortar were supposed to conform to the stated justification...
Forces used to implement a pronouncement are too kinetic to accommodate themselves to the prescribed contours of a font...
Graphicized structures are not what people want to have looming over a landscape...
As vessels of meaning their utterance is imposed in a language of crumbling...
A sinister rack of balls ready to break apart violently...
Words exchanged door-to-door were trying to be a lacework of civility...
now reduced to billiard-table baize in the view screen of a drone controller...
Now who can nestle their expressive needs among the intersecting tales of others? ...
The urgencies of telling are now proved to be a child's game...
The tender fabric of confidences is revealed to be a corpse-wrapping sheet...
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{For Chinese readers, here's a translation}
文字表達的災難
(靈感來自 Nico Vassilakis 2017 年 12 月 10 日的藝術作品)
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搬弄邏輯的宣告一旦颁布下來,在地上留下了一堆瓦砾......
那堆瓦砾看起来疑似文字的形狀,因為磚塊和灰漿務必要符合聲明中的理由......
但用于執行宣告的實力太善於轉動,無法符合字體的規定輪廓......
至於字體化的建築,誰都不想看到它在天際線上隆起......
作為意義的容器,它們的話語是用瓦解的语言强加於人的……
像一个險惡的球架準備猛烈地分裂......
串家串户的交谈本來試圖成为公民禮節的錦繡蕾絲......
現在在無人機控制器的视图屏幕中簡化為台球桌粗呢......
現在,谁還能將自己的表達需求融入他人相互交織的故事中呢?……
奔走相告的抒懷慾望,已經貶低到兒童遊戲都不如的地步......
事實已經透漏:互相傾訴的溫柔織品只能充當裹尸布.
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