Inadvertent naturalistic calligraphic tendencies of literati colour-field non-figuration whose outcomes exemplify not the expression of the individual or its cult but serve the collective documentation, curation and advancement of ascetic-arts knowledge.

April 2007

Everyone phoning across the city.
people getting on in spite of the war.

Staring out 4th floor dim morning windows
filmic, dusty, petrol-laced sky.
religious propaganda blaring from a television.

Cheerful young women pass through the office
made insidiously livable by Japanese air cons
exhibiting profiles, asses, tits.

drivers on standby staring at computer screens,
hand phones, watches, who will it be?

Lunch is over. the driver is ready
we speak a little Mandarin - enter the lift.
a heavily armed guard escorts me to the car
opens the door. I thank him.
The road to the airport