The past 10 weeks have been interesting because I signed up for an online course offered by the Kelly Writer’s House at University of Pennsylvania. Modern and Contemporary American Poetry is a Massive Open Online Course facilitated by the Coursera platform that boasts a participation of some 30,000 plus students from around the world. The Kelly Writer’s House is well ...
translated from a popular Chinese drama by Lin Yutang A young nun am I, sixteen years of age; My head was shaven in my young maidenhood. For my father, he loves the Buddhist sutras, And my mother, she loves the Buddhist priests. Morning and night, morning and night, I burn incense and I pray, for I Was born a sickly ...
Because he saw the men of the world ploughing their fields, sowing the seed, trafficking, huckstering, buying and selling, and at the end winning nothing but bitterness, for this he was moved to pity To the figures bathing at the river Jizo appeared The sky was full of small fishes The bodies of the men twisted in an afternoon when ...
Like ritual we assemble symbols before us. Giving meaning to image, giving reason to sight. Like flight to a baby bird, heights inspire wings to grow. Blue skies venerate reflecting waters, As ebb turns to flow in silent prayer.
A sign of consciousness on the wall, mercurial dreams, shifting frames; a room with no doors, just open spaces, held across by its threshold, palms on each side, two horns rising from the seat of mind, two legs held to gather as one al -chemical disposition reverence for sym -bols deliverance a gesture held be -tween two fingers an oppo ...
As real as thinking wonders created by the possibility – forms. A period at the end of a sentence which began it was into a present, a presence saying something as it goes. No form less than activity. All words - days – or eyes - or happening is an event only for the observer? No one there. Everyone here. ...
“See the world given to a one love entity We are that which we both can and can not see Without words there are no myriad things Without words one love sings Bringing back the one thing We are undeniably one thing See the world given to a one love entity Close my eyes and see standing in front ...
It irks me that the intelligentsia of Colombo seem sated by media representations of reality, sharing news stories with commentary, when the said news story is already tainted by subjectivity. If they really wanted to change something, they could do so by, perhaps, removing this middle man in the processing of data into information, and take it into their own ...
In a quiet place white walls won’t speak any louder than quiet demeanor; rude-prude indifference to converse - disjointed response; a nervous system unlearning how to walk straight, descending, shaking legs, unsteady knees, needing a sense of equillibrium; self-imposed insomnia does this. Watching a sunrise over an empty train station dislodging its too soon passengers at the corridor, as clouds ...
You are the artiste, I – the magician. You play with colour and shape, as you trace the lines along my face. Yet I may choose to disappear, bend the rules that keep my here. I tread the wire that suspends belief. You find me here, yet lose yourself, as colours give way to shapes that melt lines between ...
Eyes set to the stars, gazing Lightning rolling across the periphery Of his mind, in her life Queries, quarries, quandaries, Under the signs of their stars Envisioned, interwining of paths Never to return their identities Ceasing to be who they were Entranced by the idea of change. Pouring their tears, swirled in glass, like wine Resonating along the contours of ...
Blue screen resurrection Allow me to introduce you to my past life Hi, my name is irrelevant. This is where imagination goes to die. This is where imagination goes to die. Tie your hair loose. Dye your split ends. We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming. Press any key to give a fuck. Hit me. Find yourself between sheets of perforated ...
As real as thinking wonders created by the possibility – forms. A period at the end of a sentence which began it was into a present, a presence saying something as it goes. No form less than activity. All words - days – or eyes - or happening is an event only for the observer? No one there. Everyone here. ...
translated from a popular Chinese drama by Lin Yutang A young nun am I, sixteen years of age; My head was shaven in my young maidenhood. For my father, he loves the Buddhist sutras, And my mother, she loves the Buddhist priests. Morning and night, morning and night, I burn incense and I pray, for I Was born a sickly ...
A sign of consciousness on the wall, mercurial dreams, shifting frames; a room with no doors, just open spaces, held across by its threshold, palms on each side, two horns rising from the seat of mind, two legs held to gather as one al -chemical disposition reverence for sym -bols deliverance a gesture held be -tween two fingers an oppo ...
We never quite could tell strength from stupidity pride in perseverance the point where stubbornness purchased a harvest of futility If the body has forgotten how to sleep what chance has thought to teach its subtleties like tenderness or faith All that could matter is the reciprocating want of flesh wordless and beyond translation to idea or category nothing numerical ...
Because he saw the men of the world ploughing their fields, sowing the seed, trafficking, huckstering, buying and selling, and at the end winning nothing but bitterness, for this he was moved to pity To the figures bathing at the river Jizo appeared The sky was full of small fishes The bodies of the men twisted in an afternoon when ...
