Thursday, February 25, 2010

In Regards [to time healing all wounds],

i don't think it does. I think it gives an opportunity for new scars to form, if anything. And if anything, time stretches our pores and pours salt into them as it grinds away the gears of each minute as they turn to day. And yet, the most peculiar aspect to time must be noting the familiar beauty of endless days passed, once enough time has elapsed to note them.

However, the last thing i want getting between us is, philosophy.

((incoherent mumbles, brooding))

Well, by god.

Then i'll do my best to disappear.

Only to reappear again in times of great strain and/or moral equilibrium.

And if you get nothing else from me, then put this into your pocket:

Life is no fairy-tale, my love. And the morals that were written in all the great books, that humans reflect on with a kind of innate, optimistic and nostalgic familiarity, were only metaphors set into script by humans, too.

And so to conclude, i suppose,

Darling; take your time.

I want all to be well, and only more for all to be well.

But i'm fully aware that this shit comes in circles and we'll be here, together or separate, separately here in situations like this again.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

I'm not dead

I've just been dreaming.
And I'm not sick,
For I was just singing.

Things could be worse now
And yet isn't.

All i can think about is
World history and vogue.
They keep on spinning.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Saw Wei said:

Arensberg said:
Only once you have
experienced great pain
And madness
And like an adolescent
Thought the blurred
photo of a model
Great art
Can you call it
Millions of people
who know how to love
Please clap your gilded
And laugh out loud.

Then Saw Wei was put in jail for two years.

The first letter of each of the lines in the [translated] Burmese poem esoterically criticize the head of Burma's military junta leader, General Than Shwe, by reading something akin to 'General Than Shwe is crazy with power'.

[Please clap your gilded hands]..