When I read of a ribcage being sawn then cracked open I think of walking alleys lined with glass, holding water. The squid can never close its eyes and I keep finding another station to get lost in, the rain …
This image was used as the banner for Cordite 35.2: Oz-Ko (Hanguk-Hoju). Check out Ivy”s flickr stream!
(or, Someone’s Always Falling in Love with Korea and Doesn’t Want to Leave) I am at the boarding gate of Incheon Airport, waiting for my flight to be called and for my return journey to begin. I am wearing large …
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The Conversations with Yi Sang project, co-organised by artist Jooyoung Lee, seeks to interrogate, engage with and memorialise the work of controversial twentieth-century Korean poet Yi Sang. View a gallery of images taken at the house during the Cordite tour of Korea in May 2011.
My husband hands me the animal. A soft neck roll and a dead eye, a lustreless fur that I must touch to strip and salt and peg to dry. He is away all the day in the dust. a eucalypt …
At the edge of the close-cropped lawn laps the drought, thirsty tongue all out. Every change of name pocks its mark. A scratch of smallpox on a survivor. The squatters clear a small place. A tongue licks dry lips. A …
accessorise with simple, elegant shapes choose muted bones, the subtle variations of sin harvested from the last century the alluring sparkle of toenails and teeth and the reflective qualities of glazed eyes mix well with hair shorn from a passive …
in the other room, the bulls stamp and snort their long horns scratch the walls licked by its mother, flies gather at the calf’s forehead drool dropping to the floor the smell of hay their piss and shit smear our …
We are dandelions on the grass. Pale and slight, any breeze might blow us away. All around us, the vines obscure the harsh lines of stone steps angular borders Behind apron and pinafore, our small hands work in our pockets: a …
This image was used as the banner for Cordite 35.1: Oz-Ko (Hoju Hangul). Check out Ivy’s flickr stream!
We know more about the undead species who have lived in our hearts and dined on our minds than ever before. We have probed into their weaknesses, evaded their tricks and know well of their canny (and uncanny) chicanery. We know these things … because they were once like us. Let us not rest on our laurels. Let us be vigilant and as ready as we can be for the uneasy future that is Zombie 2.0.
My husband hands me the animal. A soft neck roll and a dead eye, a lustreless fur that I must touch to strip and salt and peg to dry. He is away all the day in the dust. a eucalypt …
