talking of Michaelangelo.
Friday, April 26, 2013
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the old monsters // 6:57 am
Ravaged by these monsters old ugly and twisted,
why, again, do you come into my dream?
Ugly twisted monsters, I thought I was done with you.
You come back now that I think I'm all good and patched up
and you put salt on those nasty wounds.
How do I purge this from me or will I
always always always be stuck with my
own monsters when all things in the real
have left me already?
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
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two children's poems // 3:28 pm
I've Turned into a Carrot by Jack Pelutsky
I've turned into a carrot,
it's baffling and strange.
Somehow, while I was sleeping,
I underwent a change.
Last night I was human,
with head and hands and feet,
this morning I'm a vegetable
I've rarely cared to eat.
I look into the mirror and see I'm long and lean.
I have an orange body,
my hair is leafy green.
A further complication
compounds my current woe,
a rabbit approaching...
So long! I've got to go.
Batty by Shel Silverstein
The baby bat
Screamed out in fright,
"Turn on the dark,
I'm afraid of the light."
Sunday, April 21, 2013
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exeunt all // 9:16 pm
I feel so ugly.
the dryness
my body of
shades that are
not colours
I want to tear it
apart
raw, leave it
to rot
Abandoned,
I wonder if 7 floors is enough
like all has left, the music gone and still
I do not think they will sing to me.
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// 7:31 pm
listen and silent use exactly the same letters
Saturday, April 20, 2013
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the broken jar // 5:20 pm
How hard we are on ourselves.
You can watch and watch but the jar
in that moment in time, it will come
crashing to the ground and
shatter into a million pieces.
Disturbing,
the universe.
How cruel.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
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disjunctive // 11:51 pm
The jar is
splashed with colour, patterns,
light and beauty.
Inside, it is empty, void of
any interesting substance, not
even a drop of water.
Monday, April 15, 2013
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on Gershwin // 10:16 pm
rhythmic and a little complicated con mixed feelings,
oh just like the way I like 'em;
with a little sway and wink.
do it again , "innocently sensual"
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something to write home about // 7:02 pm
You know that saying "That was nothing to write home about"? The opposite of that.
Well, that fried chicken and garlic flat bread was -- I swear on my life -- the best I have ever eaten and in my life I have eaten a LOT of garlic bread and a LOT of fried chicken. Oh my god I can't stop eating it... it's fantabulamazing.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
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// 3:46 pm
好想好想好想好想好想好想飲湯
Monday, April 08, 2013
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hahaha // 9:56 pm
飯後百步走
活到九十九
Been a long time since a TVB actually made me laugh...
Saturday, April 06, 2013
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alluding to Prospero // 6:37 pm
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
- from
The Tempest
Strangely enough, I have dreams about it, then I read about it, then I dream about it again. All this travelling ... illusions and delusions of lovely things or sad things or beautiful things, things I thought I could or would never do, dancing and shouting and flowing with the ocean.