Tag: society
Why not?
Why do anything? Answers to this question come in a range of qualifications that some may categorise similar to how ‘basic human needs’ have been categorised. Perhaps one does something to get sustenance, or to connect socially, to feel safe, to feel fulfilled, etc. Yet some circumstances may elicit a null answer: I do not…
live like
each day is marked by a mirror to follow, in hopes of being followed though not in the way transcendent do stay still behind the glass one simply longs for a shadow to look towards the past few generations have had their chances they looked at the sun and burned; they are blinded we long…
On Defining Terms
The World is full of inhibitions I cannot write the world I see for it cannot be true. My vision is fractured; it is nothing but a piece of glass—nothing is no more. Nothing is no longer natural—to be nothing is sinful here in the World that deceives the truth stares at me observer vis-à-vis…
It
Terrible: Has it any worth? It? Has it any value anymore at all? It? Has it anything left in its shadowing capacity—where is the fortitude cleansed by grace? There lies some sort of power overcome by a vacuuming guilt riddled with shame intangible and abstract— It does not seem to matter, it does not seem…
stress, eating, stress-eating
It is a cultural thing to eat with one’s hands: coming from one of the many archipelagos in Asia, it is a cultural thing to touch food directly here. It is more than a cultural thing, if one thinks about it how else did everyone else’s ancestors eat before the invention of chopsticks? I usually…
I am No One
I am no one There is no one that is myself so how can I be free from that image, a reflection holding my hands and mouth bound by the distortion of the glass mirror There is no one, no one here so how can anyone scream, begging for liberty no one is here to…
Interlude: two poems and a thought
I. Sometimes I feel it / and yet it escapes me / that golden burst of light that lightness of living / for drowning but my own gravity / keeps me from the currents I long for II. The devil left the details long ago to look for warmer pastures An island far east where…
Bestseller
A hand tight around the heartsqueezing all blood off itexcruciatingly slowpulling it from its cavitygently, to keep the veins intact So that it may be presented asstill: a truly living thingits harvest a century old craftoffering to the godsby the witch hunters Do you see it on that pedestal?the organ pumped with pure spiritand all…
Writing Just Because I Want To Do So
I don’t believe in either writing as an innately difficult endeavour and in the existential significance of doing things one does not want to do. And ‘cancel culture’, whatever that is, I guess. Over the years, I have found myself with a better control on my anger through a surprising solution: by distancing myself from…