Saturday 10 May 2025, Beijing, Ryu Hankil at Aloe on-site #21
It remains far from certain that we, the editorial board at The Sine Revue, actually exist; whether we are really dispatching reviewers or whether, instead, it is the reviewers who are posing as editors. A state of confusion prevails, mirrored, as it happens, in this prosodically inchoate report from our chief correspondent. Ryu Hankil, visiting from across the Yellow Sea, gives a concert at Ono Space in Beijing.
I realised I cannot have these thoughts any other way. Scaley vortex closer and closer to the eye: that is the eye. Never balanced enough to hit and end the target: the socket. So, monstrous eye's vision never dies. Triangle matrix, triangle cells, angles upon angles, collapsing crystal, collapsing into the centre. All I hear is this repeated figure and not a detail of the linear development in which I have absolute faith.
How much deception in a computer, versus a recording, versus a memory?
And just how targeted can the faculty of hearing be? Can I hear only what I want to hear? Can I see only what I want to see? I can. I can hear only what I want to hear, or rather, I can write about only what I wanted to hear. It must be said that the form is serpentine, panning around the semi-spartan grey box - or should I say dragon-like, dancing above and below the horizon. Biocomputing gives birth to a virtual creature whose life ephemeral does not exceed the half-hour, or alternatively a mass hatching of millimetre-length organisms, successively and together flitting into existence for mere seconds. A timber sound sculpture made of metals, plastics and silicone, and fingers sticking out of hands doing the busywork of one obscurantist for the benefit of at least one other.
