Every year end I go looking for words, to put into a next-year's diary for S. I was poking around this slim book of poetry, and found this by the wayside, not relevant for the diary but suddenly moving. Poetry is like that -- it lies in wait for your heart to be in the right place.

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The Dance

A middle-aged woman, quite plain, to be polite ( Read more... )

Attended the second session of PvP at BooksActually, though actually its now at Polymath & Crust, or P&C for short. Leong Liew Geok vs Yeo Kai Chai. I really like LLG as a person -- for the distant reason that I once wanted, for whatever reason I cannot think of, to read her poetry at one of those underground cafes in Columbia (in the basement of ( Read more... )

I thought I was going to be mighty grumpy today, but fortunately I wasn't. Here's why -- the grumpy part, not the not grumpy part ( Read more... )

Borrowed a copy of Lee Tzu Pheng's Prospect of a Drowning from S, who's been writing a 10-part series on Singapore literature. I actually like it very much. She's not brilliantly obscure or intellectually difficult, like Ted Hughes or Tom Stoppard, I will feel no glare nor meet no Mr Evans' smile of sardonic contempt for my shallow understanding, ( Read more... )

Even when the rain falls relatively hard ( Read more... )

Already I miss you, darling ( Read more... )