honorable mention
Aqua Lin
title
Corona
Autunm eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends.
From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk:
then time returns to the shell.
In the mirror it's Sunday,
in dream there is room for sleeping,
our mouths speak the truth.
My eye moves down to the sex of my loved one:
we look at each other,
we exchange dark words,
we love each other like poppy and recollection,
we sleep like wine in the conches,
like the sea in the moon's blood ray.
Translated by Michael Hamburger
Page >>> https://goo.gl/jVEl4n
IG >>> hardcoreforreal
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entry description
This is one of my oning projects named "photo to poem". In the project, I let myself be inspired by poems I like. This one is from one poet I appreciate a lot,《Corona》, an extraction version, written by Paul Celan.Autunm eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends.
From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk:
then time returns to the shell.
In the mirror it's Sunday,
in dream there is room for sleeping,
our mouths speak the truth.
My eye moves down to the sex of my loved one:
we look at each other,
we exchange dark words,
we love each other like poppy and recollection,
we sleep like wine in the conches,
like the sea in the moon's blood ray.
Translated by Michael Hamburger
about the photographer
Hardcore for real（Aqua Lin aka Nancy Lin）is based in Taipei and get inspiration from NYC. Try to make her works with unique, quirky, mysterious, kind of dark and the eccentric vibe. She is a visual fetish as well as a poetic nerd.Page >>> https://goo.gl/jVEl4n
IG >>> hardcoreforreal
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