February 2012
30 posts
“The primary cause of unhappiness is never the situation but thought about it. Be...”
– Eckhart Tolle
blindness
By Jill Chan
It seems we are always planning to be disappointed. As if life were one big party we are unable to attend.
If I am drowning, it will be too late to learn how to swim.
But there is nowhere we could be to learn how to cope with blindness. We are just shoved into it. We fall into blindness like we fall into love, instantly. Even if we lose our sight slowly, as in illness, we cannot...
gastroenteritis
i feel a little like there is a universe in my tummy with an end-of-the-ages implosion occurring, and everything (or nothing) in there is sucked backwards into the spine; even the foetal posture is not palliative.
the only way to get through this:
skyping the siblings, drinking green tea, and writing out pain
(if childbirth is 100 times more constricting than this pain, i could never bear...
http://thevirtualhermit.tumblr.com/post/16318625316... →
thevirtualhermit:
I wrote you a letter
Last night or this morning
It’s hard to say which
In those hours between
Sunset and sunrise that
Blend together when you’re
Alone and awake
I tried to write a poem
But I am no poet
So I erased my lethargic words
I tried to draw a picture
But my fingers failed me
memoire
The biggest lie I didn’t tell was that I got through it far quicker than I did.
Perhaps it isn’t something to get over, perhaps it isn’t something to fill up when a hole has been made.
Perhaps it is a mémoire involontaire. To touch the edges of the missing piece, and know it by its absence, and then find something else that will fit it as best it can.
Someone is shouting a...
dance today;
I was standing at the wings again; holding within the same feeling of utter incapacitation.
Why now, why again - questions I keep asking to no one;
I know He is for me,
Lord, I know that You are for me, and all Your ways are good. but, Lord,
why
God chose
27 But God chose what is foolish in the world to shame the wise;
God chose what is weak in the world to shame the strong; 28
God chose what is low and despised in the world, even things that are not, to bring to nothing things that are, 29 so that no human being might boast in the presence of God.
1 Corinthians
Singapore poetry
Oddly glorifying, really,
offering buildings up to silent prayer,
girders gaining sudden flight like Icarus
only to fall by the impetus of heat
into screaming arcs of cable and glass,
sound twisting kinetic sculptures
out of lanyard-leashed dogs
who think they can fold history
into a juicy paper bone.
How the dissolution of hubris
scorched by righteous flame
sketches stick figures...
“when you write about something you often never think about it again.”
– Don Passo, Paris Review
January 2012
32 posts
