Follow Woman Wood (Echo in the Greenwood)

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Dogr & Sung Hwan Kim

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This is a kind of a blade
It’s so sharp that a piece of paper
Starts to rip on its own
Even before the blade touches
The paper
Like a man entering a lake at night
Water opens up
As he goes in
The water is dark
But imagine
There is the moon
So his shoulders are white
Like the moon
Cutting through the water
He is called scissors
In a film
A man meets his sister
For the first time
In the forest
They are both tall
Like adults
How did they not know each other
I don’t know
He follows her
She tells the story of her life
In the woods
Or he thinks so
Because it’s too dark to see her
And she is in front of him
So all he sees is
The dark woods
As he hears a voice tell her stories
He sees the shapes
Of the trees
In black
Just the silhouettes
In a story
A lumberjack cuts down a tree
With his axe
Trees are chopped
The trees
They don’t look like trees any more
After being chopped
They become wood
The cicadas are there
Still attached
To the bark
They rub their wings
They make sounds
As the trees fall
There is a doppler effect
The pitch of the sounds changes
In this story
The lumberjack goes to the lake
And sees other people
In the lake
Half naked women
The other halves in water
The whole lake
Is their skirt they share
All these women
Their clothes hang
Over the branches
This is night
The color of the moon
Is the color of these clothes
The eyes of the lumberjack
Are dark like the lake
These eyes have the moon on them
Also like the lake
The lake has the moon on it
Many many moons
On this lake
In a poem
A man meets a stranger
A woman
She walks to the meadowland
He follows her
She says things like
It’s a long way. We live out there
She points to a river
Lit up by the moon
White veins
In the dark night
And says things like
We were a powerful race
She points to the white
Lines that river makes through the shades
And says things like
Bei den Menschen ist sie
Ein tragender Strom
A boy’s lips
A strange shape
Like closed-up flower at night
As his skin is cut up
Into petals
They blow in the wind
The wind made by the fan in the room
More teeth are shown
Because these lips
They flap around
Abruptly
At any moment
When the fan turns to him

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