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mixtape: wrong in translation

By: forourjxms May 16, 2018May 23, 2018
jxms mixtapesA Fu, bobby chen, jang nara, k.will, mc mong, xiao yuLeave a Comment on mixtape: wrong in translation

Four great songs that missed in translation.

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Picked up these two books recently, one a comprehensive survey on the histories, varieties and methods of Chinese tea, and the other a collection of essays by a Japanese tea practitioner. ๐Ÿ˜Œ Trying to patiently walk toward my dreams can be difficult sometimes given my too-intense, all-in, slightly reckless-type personality. But as a tea-drinking poet, patience is a lifestyle habit Iโ€™ve been practicing for years... Iโ€™m at least intermediate level now, so I think I can keep steady this season haha ๐Ÿ˜†
Texture on the worn down roads of Penang // a colour study?
Dad asked me what my favourite part of our travels were and I told him my favourite place in the world was where I could stand with feet in the sand, warm waves hitting my ankles. The shoreline is a place of endless emotion for me, and as I let myself brown a shade, get bitten by mozzies, tromp around in flip flops and sweat between my boobs, I felt this deep-in-my-bones joy. I wonder if this exuberance translates at all in that far cold north where I currently live, and I wonder when Iโ€™ll be here again walking the latitudes of the equator, all the humid heat in my blood. I wonder what kind of artist Iโ€™d be here, I wonder why my poetry keeps coming back to circle these landscapes, joy and grief, love and longing. I wonder if this is obsession or homecoming. I wonder in waves and tidelines and although the grounds shift under my feet, joy is constant still.
LooseLeaf Magazineโ€™s new virtual exhibition, ๐—”๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ฃ๐˜‚๐—น๐˜€๐—ฒ โ€” curated by @norqueque // produced by me โ€” is now up and will be updated every Wednesday at ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ณ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฎ๐˜‡๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ.๐—ฐ๐—ฎ/๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐—น-๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—น๐˜€๐—ฒ/! This exhibition features personal responses by Noor in lieu of artist or curator statements. This decision emerged out of our conversations on the way archive depersonalizes, objectifies, and erases. Read excerpts below and the full feature on our website! โ€ขโ€ข โ€œI think it can be hard to reconcile all the pieces of ourselves, all our thoughts and actions, and our contradictions and our inactions, into one compact person in a way thatโ€™s easy to read...โ€ This weekโ€™s artist is Paras Memon, bringing excerpts of her graphic novel, โ€œMango Seasonโ€. โ€ขโ€ข Excerpt from Noorโ€™s curatorial response: โ€œEven in these simple vignettes, when you are holding yourself in bed, the in-between space between yesterday and the potential of today, amidst the fear of misinterpretation and identity fracture lingers a forward-moving force that is presently unbeknownst to you and your reader: the flavour of mango season.โ€
On that beautiful day, a squinty-eyed snorkel lady ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ saw sea urchins, swam with lots of fishies, waved at corals and crabs, and glimpsed a baby shark. For all those who are aware of my amphibian/fish phobias, know that I grew exponentially in character and panic control after accidentally ingesting too much seawater because I hyperventilated into my snorkel immediately upon trying to use it ๐Ÿคฃ However, after a few swallows and mental adjustments, I got along with the ocean swimmingly ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ
Oh the things that wash up at our feet // beach shell colour study at Tanjung Rhu โฃ๏ธโฃ๏ธ
Found a crushed scorpion and flattened red centipedes as thick as my finger on the way back to our lodgings ๐Ÿคช Itโ€™s an ulu life, my friends.
Stumbled across the lovely little @formsocietyhk in Sham Shui Po the other day. Picked up two independent magazines and eyed some of their screenprint merch as well. ๐Ÿ˜ŒThey were also hosting a kintsugi exhibition with some beautiful little bowls. My kinda jam through and through.
I declare a year of love letters to vegetation, starting with this beautiful Southern Magnolia ๐Ÿ˜Œ . . . . . . . #plantsnap #plantsofinstagram #jaziimun ##instatravel #sanfran #california #ๆผ‚ๆต้’ๅนด #ๆˆ‘็š„ๆ™‚ไปฃ #90ๅนดๅพŒ

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second stop on january 1st morning with my dad: ์„ ์œ ๋„ไป™้Šๅณถ๊ณต์› // a hangang river filtration plant which got transformed into a park with a beautiful walkway, an outdoor theatre and arts space, a cafe and others. apparently one of the best of modern korean architecture. - beginning thoughts: to restore, renovate, refurbish. a life; is that possible. or to steer your life into something exciting. something known but unknown, or the other way around. or to enlighten what seems so overused; or rather to believe that it is very much possible. - ํ•˜๋Š˜์ด ์ฐธ ์˜ˆ์˜๋‹ค.
my favourites from the exhibition by my favourite illustrator. within the collection of vibrant, jarring, playful stories, these two remained silent and waiting; calmly living. - ์•„์ง๋„ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์—์„œ ๋งด ๋„๋Š” ๋‘ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ. ๋ฐ๊ณ  ๊ฐ•๋ ฌํ•œ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋“ค ์†์— ๋‚˜๋ž€ํžˆ ๊ฑธ๋ ค์žˆ๋˜ ์€์€ํ•œ ๋ถ„์œ„๊ธฐ์˜ ๋‘ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ. ์กฐ์šฉํžˆ, ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ. ํ˜น์€ ์ฐจ๋ถ„ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์‚ด์•„๊ฐ€๋Š”.
on the first day of twenty eighteen, my dad sent me photos from his early morning adventure to gwacheon museum of contemporary art. - on the first day of twenty nineteen, i joined my dad on his second annual adventure to the museum. we took photos with statues that should not be touched & marvelled at the blanket of clouds glistening in the clear blue sky.
(2/2) ๋ถˆ์•ˆ์ •์€ ์–ด์ฉ” ์ˆ˜ ์—†์ด ๋‚˜์˜ ๋งค์ผ์„ ์ƒ‰์น ํ•œ๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ฌด์—‡์„ ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€. ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ฌด์—‡์„ ํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์€์ง€. ๋‚˜๋Š” ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ํ•ด์•ผ์ง€ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ฟˆ๊พธ๋Š” ์‚ถ์„ ๊พธ๋ฆด์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€. ๋‚˜๋Š” ์–ธ์ œ ์™„์ „ ๋…๋ฆฝ์ ์ธ ์‚ถ์„ ์‚ด ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€. ๋‚˜๋Š” ์–ธ์ œ...๋ฌด์—‡์„... - ์Šค๋ฌด ์‚ด ๋˜๋ฉด ๊ธธ์„ ์•Œ ์ค„ ์•Œ์•˜์ง€ ์–ด๋””๋กœ ๊ฐ€์„œ ๋ญ˜ ํ•ด์•ผ ํ• ์ง€ ๋‚œ ๋ณ€ํ•จ์—†์ด ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ๋นˆํ„ธํ„ฐ๋ฆฌ Dear Cloud โ€œ21์„ธ๊ธฐ ํžˆ์–ด๋กœ๋Š” ์–ด๋””์—โ€ - two thousand and eighteen. a constant questioning of what iโ€™m doing and what i want. colouring my everyday, sitting firmly at the back of everything i do. still, yet, still. most importantly, how to dream a dream like the dream i strongly dreamt.
(1/2) ๋‚˜๋Š” ํ›„ํšŒ๋ฅผ ํ•  ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ๋ฉด์„œ๋„ ์›ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์งง์€ ๊ธฐ์จ์ด๋ผ๋„ ๋Š๋ผ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด ๋ฐœ๋ฒ„๋‘ฅ์„ ์น˜๋ฉฐ ํ•œํ•ด๋ฅผ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ง“์„ ํ•˜๋Š”์ง€ ๊ณ ๋ฏผํ•˜๋ฉฐ ๋”ฐ๋ผ๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ๋˜๋Œ์•„๋ณด๋ฉด ํ›„ํšŒ๋Š” ์—†๋‹ค. ์ €๋Ÿฐ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์–ด์„œ ์ง€๊ธˆ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋”์šฑ ์†Œ์ค‘ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ์‹ธ์ฃผ๊ณ  ์†”์งํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ๋˜์—ˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ๊น. - two thousand and eighteen. i craved even though i knew i would be disappointed, but now looking back, i know i needed it to know what i really need. - ํ•œํ•ด์— ๋ญ”๊ฐ€ ๋งŽ์€ ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋Š๋ผ๊ณ  ๋ฐฐ์šฐ๊ณ  ์„ฑ์žฅํ•œ๊ฑฐ ๊ฐ™๋‹ค.
๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ์ฐธ ๋ฉ‹์žˆ๋‹ค. 11๋…„๋™์•ˆ ๊พธ์ค€ํžˆ ์œ„๋กœ๋ฅผ ์ฃผ๊ณ  7๋…„๋™์•ˆ ์†Œ๊ทน์žฅ ์ฝ˜์„œํŠธ๋กœ ํ•œํ•ด์˜ ํ”ผ๋กœ์™€ ๋ˆˆ๋ฌผ์„ ๊ฐ์‹ธ์ฃผ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด๋‚˜๋„ ๋ฉ‹์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ์ฒ˜์Œ์œผ๋กœ ์ฝ˜์„œํŠธ์—์„œ ๋”ฐ๋œปํ•จ์„ ๋Š๊ผˆ๋‹ค. // my first and their seventh small theatre concert. my first concert where warmth was felt. โ˜๏ธ dear cloud music that my high school self needed. and years later, i fell in love with them more and knew i still need it.
01. ending this year with this zine, a year of me starting to, trying to feel okay. i have decided to leave a permanent mark on my ankle, and to create the first of this project in dedication to her, or in dedication to how i have been because of her. - ๋„์ €ํžˆ ๋งˆ์Œ์— ๊ฐ€๋‘ฌ๋‘๊ธฐ ํž˜๋“ค์–ด ๋ฐœ๋ฒ„๋‘ฅ ์น˜๋Š” ๊ณผ์ •์— ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•œ ํ”„๋กœ์ ํŠธ๋‹ค. ์ˆจ๊ฒจ๋‘๊ณ  ๋ฌถ์–ด ๋†“์€ ๊ฐ์ •๋“ค๊ณผ ํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์€ ๋ง๋“ค์„ ์œ„ํ•ด์„œ๋ผ๋„ ์ด์ œ ๊พธ์ค€ํžˆ ๋งŒ๋“ค๊ธฐ๋กœ ์•ฝ์†ํ–ˆ๋‹ค.
01. ์ง€๊ธˆ.ZINE i started this project because i was thirsty to create and to create for myself. and i knew whatever i created had to be bilingual. korean is how i connect with myself, searching ways in the absence of a proper education. english fills in those gaps, providing formality which i had no choice but to adopt. โ€œ์—„๋งˆ์˜ ํ˜€โ€๋ผ๋Š” ์˜์–ด ๋‹จ์–ด๋Š” ์ฐธ์œผ๋กœ ๋ถˆํŽธํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์–ด์ฉŒ๋‹ค ๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ ์ œ์ผ ํŽธํ•˜๊ณ  ์†”์งํ•œ ์–ธ์–ด๋กœ ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค. - โ€œ์ง€๊ธˆ / jigeumโ€ = โ€œnow, currentโ€. i am committing myself to create a zine every two months or so, on whatever topic i wish to obsess about, each focusing on the present moment. - hence, the weather you hold will change.
01. โ€œ์˜ค๋Š˜ ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ๋‚ ์”จ๋Š” ์–ด๋–ค๊ฐ€์š”?โ€ 5์›”์— @daelimmuseum์—์„œ ์—ด๋ฆฐ ์ „์‹œํšŒ ์ด๋ฆ„์ด๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ์ด ์ „์‹œํšŒ๋ฅผ ์•Œ๊ฒŒ ๋œ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ์•„ํ‹ฐ์ŠคํŠธ๋“ค๊ณผ ์ž‘ํ’ˆ๋“ค์€ ์ปค๋…• ์ „์‹œํšŒ ์ œ๋ชฉ์— ๊ฝ‚ํ˜”๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ์•„์ง๋„ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์— ์ € ์งˆ๋ฌธ์ด ๊ณ„์† ๋งด๋ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์˜ค๋Š˜ ๋‚˜์˜ ๋‚ ์”จ๋Š” ์–ด๋–ค๊ฐ€?โ€ - this zine is an inquiry into my weather. weather as a way to check in with how i am, how i feel, and how i was. weather as a way to honour my current state while recognizing its roots beyond my control. ... weather begins this project because i am starting to hold the weight with steady hands.
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