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The Straight Times: MRT.
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Dance of the Hours. Thursday, April 30, 2009. A social studies lecture once. Told me; that we stick to. One another for protection. But here where we call home,. Exist where we brace ourselves. For train-rides home, pretending. To sleep and praying not to be. Recognized. Where our faces are painted. It is these evening pilgrimages. That we think of when we say. 8220;heartland”, the sights of huddling. Strangers, and the sounds. A couple mutters in Cantonese,. The irony is that. More standing space, and.
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The Straight Times: blessed cny (:
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Dance of the Hours. Thursday, February 03, 2011. 8220;人在千里，家在心里” - 徐子淳. Within the Atlantis of my mind are many chambers, filled with familiar winds,. Voices brimming with questions we never stop asking: Papa, where are we? Why aren’t we. Will we be there soon? To which there are no answers. Only doors to other cities,. Where the walls are adorned with portraits of here: old teachers and friends, perhaps. Even family; the strangers in whom we discover companionship. I meet and know. The copper coin, pres...
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The Straight Times: another one!
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Dance of the Hours. Sunday, October 18, 2009. We are remembered in her forgotten tales, returned. To her quiet solace in amnesiac words and worlds gently. Calling us between comebacks,. Drawing us from afternoon naps that cannot. Last forever. unwillingly filial at first,. We soon uncover strange prodigality. Chained like a jade pendant to curiosity,. A piety frail and spidery as the fingers we grasp. Sitting cross-legged by her good ear. Struggling behind her dialect and. From her slow unhurried beat.
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The Straight Times: burrow through the ground to the other side of night
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Dance of the Hours. Friday, July 10, 2009. Burrow through the ground to the other side of night. Borrowed four volumes of poetry from the school library yesterday and i've been spending my time reading them. i'm beginning to see the parallels between local literature and my school library - both actually DO have good writing; the words just take some time to unearth. 1) One Fierce Hour - Alfian Sa'at:. 2) 100 poems - E. E. Cummi. 3) The Music of Human Flesh - Mahmoud Darwish:. Leaving the best for the la...
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The Straight Times: words.
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Dance of the Hours. Friday, April 24, 2009. It is a warm night. We ponder words, and their place in language –. How warmth describes not only the. Way your heart embraces empty space,. But also the heat of memories. Flying to and fro through dark sky and stark moonlight. 8216;a’ comes before ‘warm night’. Because there can only be. This many remembrances;. And how the nameless ‘it’. Is dangled in front,. Because we don’t know if there is any other thing. That memory can mean,. Thank you L'angel. . Weiken...
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The Straight Times: Bus rides to nowhere.
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Dance of the Hours. Saturday, May 02, 2009. Bus rides to nowhere. The music from my walkman phone. As well as the notes that still. Scamper across my mind –. The morning’s practice. Embraces my thoughts –. Of sojourns to nowhere,. Next to a forgotten bistro. And a hawker of memories. In the form of traditional biscuits –. These are yesterday’s. Foods for the soul. Alone the same road. He liked live recordings. Because the music had. More atmosphere, or perhaps. It was the spirit of. In transit –. HemiDem...
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The Straight Times: Time
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Dance of the Hours. Friday, May 08, 2009. Raindrops fall like acupuncture –. Sticking to skin,. Thinking for a moment,. How strange it is, that the souls. Have little time to stop and think. Even for a moment –. They pace down whitewashed corridors,. Spouting words they do not know. And scolding their children for not. Dotting the ends of sentences,. Which contain unfinished thoughts. That aren’t allowed either, because they waste time). They run from room to room and check their phones on the way,.
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The Straight Times: Child
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Dance of the Hours. Sunday, July 05, 2009. Child, you step in. Gather at your feet, where. Waves of churning wisdom. Thinly salted with your charm. Wash your darling tears away. And kiss your baby skin; you cup. Some of ocean’s power. In between your tiny palms, and you. Wonder at the water dripping. From your fingertips –. Worlds escaping from your grasp. Run in droplets down your arms. I snap your picture, standing. There between the sun and sand. And wonder how you ever will. Be tainted by the world;.
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The Straight Times: a poem in a while (:
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Dance of the Hours. Sunday, October 18, 2009. A poem in a while (:. Saturday lunches my mother’s hands. And garlic-stained. sprinklings adhere. To quiet corners of her skin,. Fragments of spring onion. Burying their heads in her grey skirt. Her jade bracelet sieves. The ashen sunlight in coconut milk. Throwing a halo on the bare wall. Cracked as the lips. That once kissed me, then fragrant. With steam and affection. Two sparrows or three. Drinking the fingers of a wind. Still cold with veiled morning.
