The Japanese Photography is Covered in Dust by Christian Mietus
Japanese photography in black and white— faceless and abstract. I dig in a shroud of dust on the lusterless frame uncovering green-gold sides. My reflection mirrored as if taxidermy or in fire. An anonymous stranger unfurls shabby eyes and voice. Unwrapping young face like twine through photograph. A swirling mushroom-like torso returns me to childhood. Above, Foreign lettering is crossed out— guillotined. The dense black oil is spillage. Clocks-stopped. Near shadows of umbrellas, golden dust, many rocks, and an invisible photographer.
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