ALEXMALISM
ALEX YIU
姚少龍


music producer, singer-songwriter, sound artist, writer, and researcher





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I have done it again (after Lady Lazarus) (2020)


The American poet Sylvia Plath composed her well-known poem Lady Lazarus in the autumn of 1962, a few months before her suicide on 11 February 1963. Lady Lazarus and other poems of that period were collected and published in Ariel, one of her most famous posthumous poetry collections. The title of my work, 'I Have Done It Again,' is the very first line of Lady Lazarus. In this work, I am inspired by the imagery of this poem: the antagonistic attitude, the depressed inner self, the obsession with death, and the rebirth from ashes. I attempted to rebuild and reinterpret this imagery by incorporating the vocal technique of extreme metal music, without quoting the original poems.

美國詩人 Sylvia Plath 於 1962 年秋天寫下其著名詩作《Lady Lazarus》,數月後的 1963 年 2 月 11 日,她便自盡身亡。《Lady Lazarus》連同該時期的其他詩作,其後被輯錄於她死後出版、亦是最廣為人知的詩集《Ariel》之中。我這部作品的標題「I Have Done It Again」,正是取自《Lady Lazarus》的第一句詩。

在本作中,我深受這首詩的意象所啟發:那種對抗的姿態、抑鬱的內在自我、對死亡的執迷,以及從灰燼中的重生。我試圖重構並重新詮釋這些意象,透過融入極端金屬音樂(extreme metal music)的發聲技巧,而非直接引用原詩句,來演繹這份張力。





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the army

comes back and forth

searching for the smell




the smell of the dust

comes with the fiery ashes




Unveil the mask

Alas thy faces

Do you tremble?




Blood sheds

on the land of white flower




and I a man of nothing

same as Sylvia

to measure the hight of grief




All numbers

are the same

with the slander of thy name




Wrap me up from my head to my feet

All I want is piles of meat




Grinding

is a sin, like nothing else.

They do it exceptionally well.




They do it so we feel like hell.

They do it so we feel real.

They guess we could tell we are meant to be




The juice of the man




So did Sylvia said,

“do it in a cell”

the greatest drama of all time




The blood dries

so as the light dies




Where’s my knife

with a hint of pride?




Herr General

Herr Chairman




I am your guts

I am your aorta

The pure mercurial rain




It smells like a bone

I break and wick

Do not think I overestimate your small mistake




Burn, burn—

I pour and lit.

Screaming, moaning, there is something there———




Under the flesh

I speak the magic word

and I vanish like a turd