sining, kape, pilosopiya’t iba pa
Lying flat
As pain spreads from head to eyes to throat to through the neck and all within it to the lower back and lower muscles and lower and lower and lower still a prophet finds herself in the middle of the kitchen one hand on the cold floor, much colder than the dripping sweat dehydrating her…
Revision
There are things I want to write about, from today in particular, and yet yesterdays’ thoughts seem to take over my mind which dictates what my writing hand can do. The thoughts are no direction in any sense: simply they are a reminder that such exists, that there are things that may still surface once…
I long to dwell in an ocean of fancies
I long to dwell in the ocean of fanciesanother body of water after a Countless.How can I help but dream of fishing every nightto catch such anything that puts me in bliss? I’d like to lay in a blanket of daisies—for the soil itself to be strands of my tresses.Does it matter if my eyes…
Slower mornings
Pebrero 2022
11:07
Memories of a faraway world would visit me at random:in the middle of the night, as I prepare to sleep tending my broken wrist with oriental herbs so that the next moment’s slumber would be painless, or simply less painful that how it would have been dreams from some yesterday would come about in my…
Week’s first roast; Sunday’s second cup
This is it: the perfect roast profile. The conventional knowledge on coffee roasting says that there are various roast levels, e.g. light, medium, dark, etc., but after an earlier experiment roasting different sets of beans at those various roast levels, I thought that there might be more to it than preference. Perhaps there might be…
On repeat: 장덕 4집 – 님 떠난 후 / 이팔청춘의 고백 (1986)
Sometimes I listen to one song over and over again the whole day, even days. Or months. The title song, <님 떠난 후> (“After You Leave,” Jang Deok) in particular, has been my go-to pick-me-up tune for about two months now. The bittersweet lyrics going with the upbeat instrumentals never fails to perk me up…
Rivera
The longing to be like the river: having neither mind nor beating heart that may stop every rushing flow toward One one of the great oceans—an upside down sky, such is the view of the roaring river. If a river can read and move deep within the carvings of the earth If a river can…
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