Sunday, July 12, 2015

Faved!: Gabriel Okara's Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time, son,
they used to laugh with their hearts
and laugh with their eyes:
but now they only laugh with their teeth,
while their ice-block-cold eyes
search behind my shadow.

There was a time indeed
they used to shake hands with their hearts:
but that’s gone, son.
Now they shake hands without hearts
while their left hands search
my empty pockets.

‘Feel at home!’ ‘Come again':
they say, and when I come
again and feel
at home, once, twice,
there will be no thrice-
for then I find doors shut on me.

So I have learned many things, son.
I have learned to wear many faces
like dresses – homeface,
officeface, streetface, hostface,
cocktailface, with all their conforming smiles
like a fixed portrait smile.

And I have learned too
to laugh with only my teeth
and shake hands without my heart.
I have also learned to say,’Goodbye’,
when I mean ‘Good-riddance':
to say ‘Glad to meet you’,
without being glad; and to say ‘It’s been
nice talking to you’, after being bored.

But believe me, son.
I want to be what I used to be
when I was like you. I want
to unlearn all these muting things.
Most of all, I want to relearn
how to laugh, for my laugh in the mirror
shows only my teeth like a snake’s bare fangs!

So show me, son,
how to laugh; show me how
I used to laugh and smile
once upon a time when I was like you.
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Friday, October 04, 2013

Faved!: Mark Bibbins' Worst Things First

A bag of thank-you notes fell
on me and that was enough
art for one day. Culturally speaking,
it was more like a year
in the floral trenches, kicked off
with a single boneless kiss.
Poor sad demon in his poor dead tree--
or is it he who pities me, cockshy
quasihero with a latex lasso,
taking forever to measure

the dimensions of his confinement.
Certain other demons have smeared a flock
of sparrows on a blanket, the full filthy
price of a sky under which they smoked
their names. My prize is a set
of teeth, striptease at the nude beach,
audio files of decomposing stars
telling me, if they're telling me
anything, that theory's just another word
for nothing left to like.

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Thursday, October 03, 2013

Jom!: Poet's Passport - Supernatural

Hello beautiful people!

Friday night tends to be the night for the Poet's Passport poetry peeps to organise their readings. I am going to make it a point to be there this time. Things always seem to pop up on a Friday but this time, it should be all good. Excited! Here are the details:

What happens when you have a supernatural encounter? WHO YOU GONNA CALL?
POET'S PASSPORT October Session
POET'S PASSPORT is a youth/student-led poetry gig. Featuring poets and writers mainly from the nearby communities, it is an intense and intimate experience that should be experienced by literatti and non-literatti alike. Originally founded by African students studying in Cyberjaya, Malaysia, POET'S PASSPORT has thrived beyond its humble beginnings in apartment living rooms into an international community, having chapters at Malaysia, Botswana and Kenya. These chapters are driven by alumni who came into their own on the POET'S PASSPORT's stage. POET'S PASSPORT has no other intention apart from providing a space and opportunity for poets and poetry-lovers to come together and experience poetry up close like never before, eventually getting their own "poet's passport" to spread peace, love and poetry.

Date: October 4th, 2013 (Friday)
Time: 9:00pm - 12:00 midnight
Venue: Minut Init Galeria.

Sounds pretty fun right?

I will be bringing along copies of Rhymes for Mending Hearts as well. You never know who might want some healing, right? :)

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Wednesday, October 02, 2013

Describe what color is not.

It's missing a thingness.

To the point of becoming, color camouflages supporting structures.

A vague interior finds in an exterior specific correlation.

Even if shapeless, it materializes in splotches, bursts, or blobs.

How mood-like.

Like, I love that green.

Like, Benjamin Moore's color designers or 20-inch Indian human hair

Color resists paraphrase without metaphor.

Ruddiness says ripe, a want to be had.

Emerald 17-5641 is Pantone's 2013 Color of the Year.

Your forecast here: _______________________________

Color is readymade sensation, emotion, feeling.


A vague exterior finds in an interior specific correlation.

Or it can be articulated as narrative.

As in red, white, and blue.

And Untitled (USA Today.)

An endless supply of candy wrapped in red, silver, and blue 


Flavors: Cherry, pineapple, and Concord grape (the best tasting).

To the point of becoming, color structures camouflage, supporting it.

"It's its own culture. White is one of my favorites. In the East it is 
   associated with death."

"How do we know how it's read?"

Red nails once stood for status.

Now it's Be a Dahlia Won't You? The Thrill of Brazil, Yucatan If U 
   Want, I'm Not Really a Waitress.

Or the mimicking of natural nails.

How simulacra.

Buy France Flags from just $1.60 each, all sizes in stock.

Advice from the celebrity/fitness guru has-been: make sure you get 
   all colors in your food.

Your yellows, your purples, your reds, your greens.

Disregard if you're a locavore.

When it comes down to it, some seasons come close to monotonous.

Think potatoes. And snow.

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Tuesday, October 01, 2013

Raved!: Indigo Love of Reading Fund - A Video

An oldie but a goodie. This is a promotional video from Canada to promote early literary. Love the super charged up romance in the words:

How tired I am of this unbearable distance between us. 
How I long for the toll of the recess bell. 
Have you forgotten me? Grown mindless of me? 
Tell me I am not writing into an abyss. 
Or that is what will become of my heart.

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