the day you hate yourself
I might love you
Sunday, October 17, 2010
When I was younger, used to listen to the Radio some ten years ago, erstwhile to a world that will one day develop into a Web 2.0 culture,
from receiving to retrieval,
from downloading to uploading and downloading,
when music was usually fed instead of hunted for...
I listened to these by Shawn Mullins that still brings me very much back there
from receiving to retrieval,
from downloading to uploading and downloading,
when music was usually fed instead of hunted for...
I listened to these by Shawn Mullins that still brings me very much back there
Friday, October 15, 2010
City of Darkness - Life In Kowloon City (Girard & Lambot, 1999)
you only need to produce a book like this about a place like that to attach a memory in the brain's heart of a person like me
Friday, October 8, 2010
And Rubbish for Stanza
Why is it when you speak I neglectthe content of your oration
Instead
I fixate on the quality of your voice that wraps
itself in my head
I explore your accent, counting the syllabus riding on the wave of your tongue
dissecting your words into letters
until it spells my name
Why do I yearn to see your feet
Ten digits hiding in the architecture of your shoes
comforted by black cotton
How can I ask to see you unclothed
I can only ask for you to wear sandals instead
Why do I write this knowing you are the king of prosody and this has no meter
and rubbish
for stanza
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