Cinders/Centauress





Ryze Xu
Cinders/Centauress, 2024
Ceramics, steel, wood, linen




Myths, fables, my body, and love,

A horse?

Pagodas of Northern Wei Dynasty, some sex jokes, 

The Book of Sand, the Borgesian conundrum, a southbound train,

Rodin’s amalgam and my nightmares,

I’m a funnel and they travel through me 

into some narrow void, like some early autumn day

your glittery eyeshadow, did it really exist?

Question like this makes me realize: they have all left me. & I wonder 

this calligrapher who poured his everything

on to paper, to grieve – It all seemed 

pointless: what did he really write

besides beauty and fame?

Hurry, run, this new fable of me

“as God must see you–

the fiction of Time destroyed,

free from love, from me.”