What will you do, on a day without poetry?
To be in Cambodia, near the Mekong River; seeing the sun setting.
In the ancient town of Li Jiang, staring, entranced, at Dong Ba carvings.
Along a stretch of railway, imprinted with past grief,
meeting the survivor of a train crash,
struggling through an amnesic haze to recall the past.
Seeing someone crying at a memorial service in Bali.
In Chiang Mai, Northern Thailand, playing with children--blowing soap bubbles with pipes made from tree leaves.
In Pekanburu, Indonesia, trying to find hare-lipped children, that treatment may come to them.
In Batum, Singapore, holding up an umbrella in the rain for a sick patient.
In the ancient buildings of Singapore's Chinatown, pushing the windows open.
In Tapei, interviewing the old women that collect paper boxes.
In Kampung Nipah, Singapore, photographing abandoned pig styes.
On a day without poetry, you start to speak a universal language,
Utterring so many words, collecting over-abundant tears,
Trying to simplify the conclusions of unseen actions
And let metaphor burn under the sun
That we can see clearly into grey areas
And try to lead a well-balanced life.
Be as a spirit landing on the ground-- try to hear the heart beat of Mother Earth
By doing so, can we undo the damage done and return to the life before?
Travelling in cities with different currencies, values and concepts.
We share the same McDonald's, but they have differently-priced hamburgers
Each city uses its own unique language to interpret reality and illusion
Living in such complicated and challenging times, it is easy to become neurotic and over-sensitive
Questioning whether even the purest poem has been properly marketed
If a poem is realy a free spirit, it should never touch the Earth, but should reside in outer space, beyond the influence of
mere gravity
If a poem betrays the existence of weight, who can cast off his own weight and carry instead the lightness of the poem?
The river that flows beneath a bridge reflects the images of people walking across it; In this instance, time itself has been
Wan, 應該看大長今!
The past few weekends I was "prisoned" in my house during 4 to 7 pm 看大長今 with my family. Actually I don't rate the show as good as certain Japenese series(still my favorite tv series)but I was glued anyway, some good moments (reminds me of a Korean trip early this chinese new year)and rather touching love story,Hardly found in HK and Taiwan. Guess the Korean and Japanese are more capable in producing good love stories!(How can I ever forget Love letter and Christmas in August)