Hell Currency

Who likes standing so close to huge fires?
Heat that gnaws at skin, smoke bullying
eyes into reacting. Uncontrollably.
As if I needed a directive to cry.

I spent hours folding sincerity.
Paper taels fat with grief, ready to
incinerate in seconds. Each one meant more
than an army of paper cranes.
The landslide ratio of lost love versus love,
the ( Read more... )

刘晓波 - 体验死亡 (“六,四”一周年祭 ( Read more... )

Conveyor Belt Degree

I am a piece of sushi
on a conveyor belt,
half-heartedly packed
by chefs with Ph.Ds.

This artless kaitengraduates sushi like me ( Read more... )

Kirps was disappointing. He kept harping on about how poets have to be honest in their poetry, deceit negates beauty (whutttt). Find out sordid, posthumous truths about writers, and he will swear off them forever. "I was brought up to believe Austen was a great author, and to a point where I began to fall in love with her work. Then I found out she ( Read more... )

"It is a writer, with nothing left that he knows how to say. It is an artist, and fingers that will never catch the vision." - #11/15 of the portraits of Despair

I was at the Biennale today. I am implicitly duty-bound to write a poem. I have no idea how to start, and more importantly, how to end.

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After a morale-crushing session with Enoch, I suppressed the frustrations (somewhat) by distracting myself in school and then meeting up with PZ to watch a lousy movie. It didn't last ( Read more... )

CrowsThe café resorted to hanging ( Read more... )

From Choriamb (http://choriamb.livejournal.com/1118833.html):


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The Wooden Toy - Charles SimicThe brightly-painted horse ( Read more... )

Relatives

Mummy submitted her angpowpaying cover for a wedding engagement ( Read more... )