Between modernism and postmodernism: the unique mechanism of "Dark"

The poem begins with "complete destruction" and ends with "unrecognizable footprints", but "burning star → ash → residual heat of Mars" constitutes an energy conservation chain in a closed loop, forming an eternal loop of existential dilemma16.

The act of criticism itself becomes a negative entropy carrier carrying the cultural first aid code1.

Rebuilding the Tower of Babel of meaning on the ruins

Sometimes I wonder where this image comes from.

Topology of space-time folding

Topology of violence: Metamorphosis of war symbols

The whole poem begins with the epic questioning of "The Epic of Gilgamesh" and ends with the solidified image of "a white cloud hanging in the oil painting", forming a closed loop of existential questioning.

but utter your Kazakh name which till now was stored 、 in my throat as a password into the Horde.

Here lies one who thought himself to be The best poet in all humanity;

haru no umi／hinemosu notari／notari kana

A signal flare ignites— \ Go to sleep, Okinawa.

Who, if I cried, would hear me among the angelic \ Orders?

Even our beliefs and inner strength are rooted in it.

As a poet, I believe that one must always strive for artistic excellence while maintaining deep respect for precision。

These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me 、As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:

he hound senses them not in the yard \ the cat sees them not in the house

we fall asleep \ with one hand under our head \ and with the other in a mound of planets

But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you，And loved the sorrows of your changing face；

What caused us to live hidden? / A wound, the wind, a word, a parent.

The dream, suddenly waking up in surprise Crashes into the fate like a rock

A spring evening. A large room in an old house.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Happy as something unimportant and free as a thing unimportant.