talking of Michaelangelo.
Friday, January 30, 2009
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small short breaths // 2:28 pm
"It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night is another thing." — Ernest Hemingway
(The Sun Also Rises)
It's too hard not to let certain things haunt me, especially at night when the quiet and the occasional stomping happens.
It's too hard not to let thoughts rush into my mind and explode like flavours that I feel, but slowly becoming my subconscious.
It's too hard to be compassionate to someone who is inconsiderate and selfish. But I suppose it's a test of patience.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
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:what // 3:13 pm
My only sin...is in my skin
Black white brown yellow blue purple green
Green purple blue yellow brown white black
Shades outside –
Colours inside –
Speak English
What did I do...to be so black and blue
Unheard, unspoken, unseen
eyeshairfacenose lack –
stories BLUR died
features BLUR lied
Speak English
“Off the boat”
can talk good engrish.
Speak English, I can?
Yes, I can
Yes, I can.
SKINYELLOWheartyellowhiteSKINYELLOW
FOB! Speak English
What are we?
what are We?
seen and not heard
heard and not answered
heard crisis
We are adultchildren
We are samedifference
unanswered
Speak English
in-betweens
identity:
Thursday, January 22, 2009
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steps // 4:10 am
"Always think of the fringe and of the cold walks, of the
lines that lead nowhere."
Oh, Mr. Pound.
VORTEX.
falling together and coming apart.
simultaneous perception of similarity and difference.
we're all vortexes.
almost dead, not connected.
stirring, spinning.
obstruents.
Monday, January 19, 2009
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impossibilities // 5:51 am
I would much rather think constantly about someone I can't touch, I can't reach, someone so untangible so far away... than think about you.
You, you're tangible. You can be reached, too easily.
I'd rather think about someone to whom I really don't exist at all... rather than think about you who just pretend I don't exist.
It hurts too much to admit that I'm actually ... still stupid
but if I just think about... then... I feel more free.
Impossibilities are easier to deal with then they're actually impossibilities. No chance. No chance. I know it consciously. Hurts too much.