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Digital Astronomy
'What would this man? Now upward will he soar,
And little less than angel, would be more'
-Pope, Essay on Man
It is not proper for a man to be among
stars, and that is why I only dream of them,
luminous balls of plasma-for science
has told me what they are-enfolding me
in their embrace. I am exhausted.
I think light matters. It fills my empty spaces-
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Hakka Clan House
The sharp sting of incense.
Look, I say. A bag labelled
'white refined sugar from
Thailand, 50 kgs' and then
translated into Arabic below
and over that a porcelain
statue of a minor Chinese god
of war perched on a table.
There is an information board
with photographs of old men
and women posing next to a
Marilyn Monroe lookalike.
Outside, an endless ( Read more... ) -
Aubade
The air clots in the sun
and rests, trembling, on your lap.
Fruit falls from my hand in little heaps;
the mystery of a morning.
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possibly my weirdest one yet
All you need, hypothetical reader, to understand this poem is
here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Javanese_mythology#Java
and: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Javanese_alphabet#Alphabet_as_poem
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A Script1. Hanacaraka
'There were two messengers',
two tongues, two paths
or ways of being. Dora:
'I am fluid, ocean, second-
wave feminism, I transport like
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so, 'coincidentally'....
"The Jordan River represents the type of separation where you have no fellowship with anyone else, and where no one else can take your responsibility from you. You now have to put to the test what you learned when you were with your “Elijah.” You have been to the Jordan over and over again with Elijah, but now you are facing it alone. There is no ( Read more... ) -
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Being independent, self-reliant, your own man, collected, purposeful.....
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Miles
When I am on a plane
back from wherever I've
failed to escape to, and have
hours of nothingness to
fill - forgive my priorities -
I think of you.
I know there are no
boundaries to the lands
you have conjured in the
map of a failing heart.
Yet fail it must: you've
invented a way to
magnetize aluminum,
plotting celestial curves
from wandering star
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Litany I
There are many mantras in the
blade of a kris. A kris might move
about, might stand on its tip if
possessed by a strong spirit. A
strong spirit is trapped through
the deployment of many mantras.
There are many mantras in the
blade of a kris.
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So Jay's finally got back to me and it seems like I'll be putting the Indon poems into this chapbook with some other NUS students. Hence all the friendslocking. Also got accepted into the interview round of MAP, really stoked about it ( Read more... )