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| Lee Ka-sing - Head profile and the moving smoke |
our Flesh
your flesh
sprinkled by the flight
of a thousand birds of paradise*
thus anointed
can fly by itself
like a kite
without wind
your flesh
haunted by the fragrance
of a hundred perfumes
can rise like mist
and waft from the window
to float over the parking lot
Andre Breton, “L’Air de l’eau” (quoted in Anna
Balakian, Surrealism: the road to the
absolute (New York: Noonday Press, 1958) p.138.
