"Fourteen Lines Of Blank Verse" (十四行空白诗)
// BLURB //
A fourteen-line poem with no rhyme, what a curious thing. It moves not by the music of endings, but by the quiet pulse of rhythm, like breath in meditation or footsteps on a mountain path. This is the blank verse sonnet: untethered, yet deliberate. Each line walks its own way, yet together they arrive somewhere meaningful.
In Chinese thought, this mirrors the teachings of the Dao (道). The Dao does not demand symmetry or rhyme; it flows where it must, shaped by the contours of the world rather than forcing the world into shape. As Zhuangzi (庄子) once wrote, “The sound of water is its own music.” So too with a poem that chooses rhythm over rhyme, it trusts that truth doesn’t need to echo to be heard.
Reading such a piece is like watching clouds drift across a vast sky: you can’t hold onto any one part, yet you’re moved all the same. It’s a reminder that beauty isn’t always neat, that life doesn’t need to rhyme to be poetic. Sometimes, the most honest expression is the one that simply flows. One thought at a time. One line at a time. A journey without a map, just the rhythm of your heart, and the patience to listen.
A fourteen-line poem with no rhyme, what a curious thing. It moves not by the music of endings, but by the quiet pulse of rhythm, like breath in meditation or footsteps on a mountain path. This is the blank verse sonnet: untethered, yet deliberate. Each line walks its own way, yet together they arrive somewhere meaningful.
In Chinese thought, this mirrors the teachings of the Dao (道). The Dao does not demand symmetry or rhyme; it flows where it must, shaped by the contours of the world rather than forcing the world into shape. As Zhuangzi (庄子) once wrote, “The sound of water is its own music.” So too with a poem that chooses rhythm over rhyme, it trusts that truth doesn’t need to echo to be heard.
Reading such a piece is like watching clouds drift across a vast sky: you can’t hold onto any one part, yet you’re moved all the same. It’s a reminder that beauty isn’t always neat, that life doesn’t need to rhyme to be poetic. Sometimes, the most honest expression is the one that simply flows. One thought at a time. One line at a time. A journey without a map, just the rhythm of your heart, and the patience to listen.
EDITION, MEDIA, SIZE & WEIGHT
Unique Edition, Shanghai 2024
Chinese ink and acrylic painting on canvas, teakwood frame
156(W)×206(H)×7(D) cm // 20 kg
CRATE SIZE & WEIGHT
164(W)×214(H)×17(D) cm // 69 kg
EXPOSURE
“Cyberfeminity” at island6 Shanghai
CREDITS
Shengqiu Li 李生秋 (painting) • Thomas Charvériat (art direction) • Yeung Sin Ching 杨倩菁 (production supervisor) • Tiara Alvarado-Leon (blurb)
Unique Edition, Shanghai 2024
Chinese ink and acrylic painting on canvas, teakwood frame
156(W)×206(H)×7(D) cm // 20 kg
CRATE SIZE & WEIGHT
164(W)×214(H)×17(D) cm // 69 kg
EXPOSURE
“Cyberfeminity” at island6 Shanghai
CREDITS
Shengqiu Li 李生秋 (painting) • Thomas Charvériat (art direction) • Yeung Sin Ching 杨倩菁 (production supervisor) • Tiara Alvarado-Leon (blurb)
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