March 19, 2005 - 3:20 a.m.

one day


I am walking down a road that cannot erupt with lava
towards a morning sun that cannot fall from the sky
I run into an ugly-looking woman I cannot fall in love with
in her hand she is carrying a dead fish that cannot be brought back to life
she uses filthy language that cannot be beautiful
at this moment I cannot grow a pair of wings and fly up into the clouds in the sky
I go home to a house that cannot collapse
and run into my father whom I cannot get along with
at this moment, I'm too big
I cannot turn myself into a rat
and quietly creep into my hole in some corner
tonight I lie down on my bed that cannot turn into the open sea
at this moment I cannot die
but I have a dream:
the sun falls to the earth
lava erupts from the ground
I fly up into the sky
kissing the sweet lips of a woman
the fish she carries in her hand is singing hymns
my father kneels down beside a ruin
and says, pointing at the sky
"what a great man he is"
next morning I wake from my dream
I cannot believe that it was real 




http://www.lingshidao.com/hanshi/shengxing.htm
Modern Chinese poetry in English.  I thought the 
poems by this guy were incredible.  I dont know if 
they just relate well to me or if they're universal, but 
i know ive found something special. Seriously, im not
being over dramatic.  My patience is usually so thin(short?) with poetry.
       .    ...
I fantasise about being the leader singer of this band.  
Flicking from 1st to 3rd person,  a small intimate venue with 
crowd leaning on the stage for the quiet moments, then 
sweeping out into a stadium for the chorus. Im a great 
frontman in my head.
 Band: Funeral for a Friend
   Song: Juneau
   Song: She Drove Me To Daytime TV


----------------------------------------


.Engaged
强国论坛
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strong_Nation_Forum
http://bbs.people.com.cn/bbs/mlbrd?to=47
"A socialist Prime Minister with commercialism and economics 
dripping off his every word - isnt this a contradiction?"

.Escapist
必背古诗词
For our little friends in lower middle school:
"So, facing the contradictions between his ideals and 
reality, how does Li Bai extricate himself? 
'Since the world can in no way answer my craving, 
I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take to a fishingboat.'  
Of course, from today's point of view this is running away 
from reality - and sure, it is slightly negative - but with 
the limitations of the time and the limitations in 
understanding, how could the poet find a better way out?"


 Whereas today we're all enlightened, kids, so dont you dare 
go pissing around in boats- deal with your problems head on 
in a scientific manner.


http://www.guardian.co.uk/france/story/0,11882,1439590,00.html?gusrc=rss
This story appeals to my nagging racism towards the french.

http://philosophy.hku.hk/think/fallacy/fallacy-list.php
Straw man
Attacking an opponent by attributing to him/her an 
implausible position that is easily defeated when this is not 
actually the opponent's position.

Example: When many people argue for more democracy in Hong 
Kong, a typical reply is to say that this is not warranted 
because it is wrong to think that democracy is the solution 
to all of Hong Kong's problems, or to say that one should not 
blindly accept democracy. But those who support democracy 
never suggest that democracy can solve all problems (e.g. 
pollution), and they might also agree that blindly accepting 
something is rarely correct, whether it is democracy or not. 
Those criticisms attack implausible "strawman" positions and 
do not address the real arguments for democracy. 



http://b3ta.com/newsletter/issue174/
QUESTION OF THE WEEK
  Beautiful Moments

  Each week we collect your stories, anecdotes
  and lies into one handy place on the interweb.
 
  Last week we asked for the defining moments of
  your lives. Some of these are just wonderful:
  http://b3ta.com/questions/beautifulmoments/

  * "My mother died when I was 16. Not a clean
    death either - cancer and operations; a
    steadily-increasing morphine dose was keeping
    the pain away and my father and I understood
    she didn't have long to go. I saw her stop
    breathing at about twenty to four in the
    morning, and, the whole sorry conclusion of
    getting funeral directors to remove her and
    deal with the paperwork over, I walked out
    of the house at about 7am. There was the most
    majestic sunrise I have ever seen that morning,
    utterly massive peaks of pinks and oranges.
    The memory of that sunrise has been with me
    over half my life." (Yarblesnake)
     
  * "I do medieval battle re-enactment with chainmail,
    swords etc... Tewksbury battlefield 1997, the
    Friday night before the main battle, there were
    whispers going around the beer tent that there
    was going to be a duel for honour after midnight.
    It turns out that one friend had 'dishonoured'
    another by shagging his Mrs. After a bottle of
    Moniack mead and many happy cigarettes, I
    staggered onto the field to see two very large
    re-enactors leathering each other with swords
    in the mist and moonlight. It was extremely
    surreal, out of time - and quite beautiful.
    Especially when they both bloodily agreed that
    the woman in question was a slag and that they
    both needed a beer..." (Catchag)
     
  * "The sun was just rising, as I reached the summit
    of a large sand dune on the edge of the Great
    Thar dessert. The horizon was alive with an
    awesome show of pinks, yellows and orange. It
    took my breath away. Such a great view couldn't
    be missed and I spent a pleasant few minutes
    having the most satisfying turd in my life.
    It rolled away down the dune - which made
    watching the view all the better. Later on,
    as we were preparing to leave, I noticed some
    Americans had stood in it. It's still the best
    shit I've ever had." (stupotty)

 
previous - next



combined companions
biscuit banana coffee
friendly mcvittie