Wings’ Matra

„It is very pleasant to look at innocent kids chasing after pigeons on the piazzas, just like a painting, or a poem.

Wings’ Matra is a personal slash emotional composition according to the self-psychoanalysis of my fear of birds, pigeons in particular. I get chills and goosebumps when I look at them, from eyes to wings, from beaks to feathers, from rectrices to claws. They are everywhere and it seems like most of them are not afraid of anything in the modern world (which is a good thing that they feel comfortable?). 

Speaking of my own encounter with pigeons, I tried to man up and concur my fear. I walked towards them slowly and wanted to keep the peace between us. One step closer, one more devil dancing on my chest. They flew away, or they fled? I could not distinguish, but I knew that I lost. The calmness within had been shaken. The sound of their flapping wings was mocking arrogantly. During our silent confrontation, I calculated all their possible flying moments and routes in my head that visually formed countless virtual curves, like the geometry envelope. None of them matched my calculation, I guess they are just unpredictable.

That got me into reading about the time and space perceptive difference between pigeons and us. They have way faster reaction time that they know exactly when and where they should fly. The sound of them flying has indicated their manipulation ability, how rhythmical and powerful. It is powerful enough for me to compose this work about them, from my perspective towards them, and their mocking towards us (I guess). 

I suspect they are constantly surveilling us, having fun in an underground rave by listening to my scream and re-watching their pigeon-eyes-footages of me running away from them. Very not elegant nor poetic."