|CHINA (architecture) There is a bridge, as you whisper across, the fibers of the construction chant,
“way down upon the Swany river.” These messenger voices, ancient as the river itself,
a siren begging you to “swim in my stream”… There is madness in this presentation,
this bridge with no ending, a song with no beginning…I cannot figure out the codes, maybe there are none.
As a signifier it is oblivious, yet present..
I am naked and without the usual armor, the daily activities that contrive the imagination..
The bridge pulls you deeper into the sway, the sleepers presence is awakened to the whistle…
I cannot get out of in here. I am inside out of thereIt is still the whisper…
Randy Naylor june 02