KATE: the Name
Given to a First Child
K: an
other basket
you hold whatever
with a shape
but sand or water
A: As the first
born to the Semitic family, A was originally a picture of an alef, the
Agricultural energy that was rotated
twice until
Alpha loomed up in the Greek
psychoscape even before
Adam became the chosen father of all
Europeans close to
Athens, where Apollo had acupunctured
wisdom and knowledge into
Aristotle, the intellectual ancestor of
modern man, who inspired
Alexander to make the first effort of
globalization, which did not reach East
Ah Q’s land, the largest hotel for All
travelers until centuries later, but it is
Atomic bombs that will blow up all our
pasts and send us through
America to a higher civilization, where
the drop of an
Apple is to enable us to fly to the
other side of the universe
Along the cosmic string as Africa, the
heart of human darkness, awaits for Jesus, Allah, Buddha or an other unknown
author to come and rotate for the third time
A scarlet letter of A
T: the Egyptian
loaf
far off the Phoenician mark
is still edible now
E: born to be a
double reed that can be bent into a long vowel
the most frequently used letter in
english, echoing
endlessly in silences
if pulled down, it offers two doors, one
leading to Soul via will, the other
to Him via wisdom; if turned up right, it
forms a mountain with three peaks
like three holy swords, pointing high
one against the sun
one against the moon
one against the sky
facing always towards the east, it embraces
existence, equality, eternity,
emancipation...
Backwaters
Fishes surging forward with waves
Boats gliding along the currents
The river kept pouring all its living secrets
Into the chest of the ocean, while
One snag remains standing still
In this shallow zone, as if rooted deep
In our heart like a skeletal onlooker
Watching or reflecting on whatever is
Passing out there in the main course
Among the Leaves
Together with the season, myriads of
Leaves fall, soon disappearing into the earth
Or becoming dust in the wildness
Like so many souls lost over time
That one still hanging there is yours
I wonder which is my psychopomp?
Outstanding in the Groves
All your space-mates have put off their clothing
Ready to go hibernating in the winter, naked
Like so many skeletons stained with darkness
Except you, still dressed full in your best
Your leaves fluttering high against the wind
Ever so proud of your red badges of courage
Monday
Finally, recognized as the first day of
The week, the most popular day
To surf online, to get sick, to
Commit suicide. Like the tides
Alternatively changing
Between low and high, as if
Preordained by the moon, shining
As brightly above Virgil’s Rome
As above the rice fields in my native village
Tuesday
A circle, full of masculine energy
With an arrow shooting like a spear
Pointing towards the upper right
Always ready to war against Tiw
Yes, it is high time for men to challenge
And defeat all gods in an earthly battle
Wednesday
Is actually a winds-day, the time
To labour, the time to go fasting
Be it Woden or Mercury
Our souls will be guided to our afterlife
Upon our final departure, while
People in the east are busy travelling
Below the Water Star, or exchanging goods
Under Buddha’s protection
An exhausting day when we all outrun
Ourselves afar, far before our own souls
Thursday
A sweet time to give thanks to natives
In the new world, to recall eating fish before
USSR’’s demise, to begin school in Thailand, to
Cast votes in Britain, to commemorate Jupiter
In east or west; this thirstday is a day of
Thundering high in the sky, a day to
Roar, to howl, to scream, to sing
Friday
The sensualist day of the week:
Frigg’s day is black because
Venice casts shadows around every body
Today makes one itch everywhere because
Jesus’s blood splashes
onto our souls
Today is full of muted noise because
Fasting causes internal complaints
Today is bitter because all evils and
Devils lost their battles
against Durga
Today is stinky because workers from a bygone empire
Are pissing freely on
this POET’s day
Saturday
Fever. Discotheques. Beers. Marijuana
Sweets. Cartoons. Volunteers. Prayers
Bathes. Gun shots. Private purple meetings
Vampires. Elections. Rest. Clubs. Restaurants
Theatres. Picnics. Football. Basketball
Billy Crystal. Howard. Cosell. Contests
Lady of Fatima. Garden work. Saturn
Hiking. Long sleep. Dinner party
The best and the worst of the week:
Nothing. Everything. Nobody
Everybody under Loki’s influence
Venture. Venture. Venture, as they
Sing, Bobo Waro Fero Satodeh
Sunday
The first, and the last
Of the week. The day
Of God, of man
We all take today off
For a good rest of our bodies
To work better for the good
Of our souls, or rather
The other way around
Selectively Alphabetic-Googling:
Three Most Basic Universal Values
Chinese to other
languages: 真truth Realmente حقا সত্যিই echt vere
vraiment wirklich באמת
sungguh本当に정말로 vere pono virkelig
English to other
languages: sannhet حقیقت правда verdad hakikat سچ sự
thật gwirionedd
nyaniso אמת iqiniso
Chinese to other
languages: 善good Bueno خي ভাল goed, bone bon gut טוב bagus
良い좋은 bonum pai god
English to other
languages: flink خوب хорошо bueno iyi اچھی tốt da kulungile good kuhle
Chinese to other
languages: 美beauty Belleza لولايات المتحدة মার্কিন US, beleco beaute Schönheit יופי kecantikan 美しさ아름다움 us
ataahua usa /
English to other
languages: skjønnhet زیبایی
красота belleza güzellik خوبصورتی
sắc đẹp, vẻ đẹp harddwch
ubuhle שיינקייטubuhle
Peace as Defined
English: freedom
from disturbance; tranquility; a state or period in which there is no war or a
war has ended
Chinese:
Russian
French
Arabic
Water in
English, Water in Chinese
hot, cold,
fresh, distilled, warm, deep, pure, shallow, high, little, more, clear, low,
much, clean, open, holy, enough, cool, sea, sterile, free, irrigation, liquid,
excess, blue, deeper, sufficient, brackish, muddy, stagnant, ground, heavy,
potable, less, hard, soapy, dirty, dark, well, salted, still, salt, tepid, icy,
green, soft, lime, lukewarm, plain, underground, sweet, bottled, safe, smooth,
raw, calm, polluted, ocean, bottom, ice, rough, quiet, iced, brown, boiled,
pore, salty, abundant, slack, bound, colored, acid, impure, warmer, turbid,
crystal, murky
决决,见底,迹水,涣涣,湖烟,浩瀚,浩淼,洸浪,汗漫,洸朗,沸然,分沙,淙琤, 鏦铮, 彻底,漕漼,迸珠,奔沸,泊泊,渟膏,蔌蔌,跳蹙,滔天,汪汪,湍泷,汪洋,文练,修然,鸭头洴涌,砯砯,喷沫,輣轧,砰磅,砰湃,漫滋,百滚,散涣,轻劲,柔蓝,清浏,泆汤,漓澌,浪淘淘,清凌凌,清溜溜,水渌渌,水淋淋,蓝晶晶,衣带水,碧漪漪 [resolute,
bottom-seeing, traceable, ephemeral, lake-smoky, misty, expansive, vast,
wandering, sweating, bright, boiling, sand-dividing, Boating, Bald, Bald, Bald,
Monstrous, Bark, Turbulent, Wattled, Enrich, Duck, Swaddle, 100 Rolling, loose 涣, light strength,
soft blue, Qing Liu, 泆 soup, 漓 澌, waves Tao
Amoy, Qingling Ling, clear yo, water 渌 渌, water
shower, blue crystal, water with clothing, Bi Yi Yi]
Rose,
My Red Red Rose Half-Recalled
Abloom,
amazing, aromatic, artful, artistic, beautiful
Blooming,
blushing, bold, breathtaking, bright, brilliant, budding, captivating
Charming,
cheerful, cheery, cherished, chic, choice, colorful, creative, darling
Dazzling,
delicate, delightful, distinctive, divine, dramatic, dreamy, elegant
Enchanting,
exotic, expressive, exquisite, fashionable
Floral,
fragrant, fresh, glorious
Gorgeous,
graceful, heartfelt
Heavenly,
iconic
Idyllic,
impressive, jewel-toned
Joyful,
keen
Kissable,
long-lasting
Long-legged,
lovely, luminous, luxurious, magical
Magnificent,
majestic, mesmerizing, modern
Let Us
Learn
Let us
learn, learn to
Let go
of anger
Let go
of the wheel
Let go
of the rope
Let go
of the hand
Let go
of the bygones
Let go
of the thought
Let go
of the bird
Let go
of the fight
Let go
of the fear
Let go
of the money
Let go
of this line
20
Great Archaic Words
With
their equipollent AI
Puissant
chips
Ambidextrous
CPUs, and
Dwimmer-crafty
software programs
The
robot attercops enjoy
Driving
humans round with pizzles
While
onlookers are twattling along the super highway
I saw
swevens inspire a quantum
To
cozen one another in an entanglement
Although
this creation is excogigated, and
Designed
by a septentrional clone
That can
retrieve no apricity
WHO:
W
pecking around a lion
only the little chick
knows the word's worth
as it writes the worlds' story
with its feet printed on the ground
rather than on a papyrus
H
inspired by a fence in hell
you were invented long ago
to connect every
human
for a tall ladder of hope
that we can stand high
against the blue horizon
like the Babel Tower growing to reach Him
where I can find a
home in the fame hall
where I can settle my soul in heaven
O
a rope loop propped up with hope
to lasso words running amuck, or
a mouth reshaped, repositioned
to pronounce the roundest vowel
MIKE: My Chosen English Name
M
despite your body as imposing as a massive mountain
you have a mindset hidden deeply
in the wisdom of a
little owl or the
plasticities of a drop of water
I
To begin with, the hieroglyphical origin of
My identity was simply no body but a common reed
Bowing its head to the rising sun on the barren bank of the Nile
Slim, tall, hollow-hearted, standing against tropical heat
Until one day 'I' was used as a human symbol, an open vowel
Referring to the speaker and since then I have become
One of the most frequently spelt letters
In the linguistic order of the day, always capitalized
To embody my dignity though I am nothing
But a common reed that could have been made into a flute
K
an other basket
you hold anything having a shape
but sand or water
E
born to be a double reed that can be bent
into a long vowel the most frequently used letter
in english, echoing endlessly in silences
if pulled down, it offers two doors
one leading to Soul via will, the other
to Him via wisdom; if turned up right
it forms a mountain with three peaks
like three holy swords, pointing high
one against the sun, one against the moon, one against the
sky
No
Lemon, No Melon: A Conversational Poem in Palindromes
Lon
Nol, don’t nod!
Did I?
Was it
a cat I saw?
I did.
Sit on
a potato pan, Otis!
Madam?
Eva,
can I see bees in a cave?
I am Adam.
Red
rum, Sir, is murder!
Wow!
Step
on no pets!
I did?
Trade
Surplus: Chinese Exporting into English
John
does not deserve that award.
You can you up, no can no BB!
Joe
was stopped by the police near the school zone.
No
zuo no die.
Jill
spent fifty thousand on a pair of shoes.
Her father is a tuhao
from Beijing.
Jack’s
bitcoin has risen by more than 1500 % this year.
Wow, the digital gold is so gelivable!
Jeff
feels full of niubility and brags too much.
That only
reflects his shability.
Jennifer
enjoys playing zhuangbility.
She is nobody but a
sexretary.
Jenny
was lost among people mountain people sea.
I don’t blame her in such a
gunvernment celebration.
Scarecrow
Sometimes
hung up high in a thinly-leafed tree
Other
times standing straight amidst crops
But
always within a bloated human shape
You
are more a fake ghost than a true god
Conceived
to deceive not only birds
But also
UFOs, keeping them from trespassing
Our
territories; it’s your sub-human heart
Not
really your super human body that is scaring
To every
creature flying by in free space
chi: Insight into Chinese Civilization
Their
subtlest art is cuisine
Their
most developed industry is food processing
Their
typical greeting is: have you eaten yet?
Their
most significant social gathering is a dinner party
Their
happiest moment is when they enjoy foods
Their last
thing to do upon death is to eat what they’ve always wanted
Their
most prosperous business is restauranting
Their
best place for decision making is around a dinner table
Their
most courageous thing to do is to be the first to taste something
Their
most advanced knowledge is about whatever is edible.
Their proudest
experience is they have eaten something you cannot even imagine
Their
key word in describing a social event or interaction is eating
Of all
ethnic groups in the human world
In every corner of a populated place in this planet
They are
most creative, most adventurous, most attentive, most passionate
Most efficient, most quality-minded,
most aesthetic, most civilized
Whenever it comes to cooking or consuming foods
2017,
11, 14 [tues]
Six Haiku
-dry fish
In the dying light
Your scales still glisten ashore
Recalling your pasts
- clouds
Soft mountains bloated
High above the human fields
Changing in white shapes
-aloe vera
Leaves lined with sharp spikes
You are ready to sooth souls
With milk in green blades
- stones
Hardened in your hearts
Are whole wild worlds each visible
Only to the seer
-lotus
Ethereal dancers
Move with slim waists and large heads
As round as the moon
-forest
Lines running freely
Through thick leaves and broken twigs
All in rhyme with time
Vase vs Walnut
Vase
Ever so eye-catching
Whether it stands high or low
With a hollow heart
Walnut
Always invisible
Behind its deeply wrinkled skin
Yet full of brains
Man-Spider
We are all spiders
Confining our lives to webs
Hung at dark corners
Leaf
High up on tree’s top
You flutter with power and pride
Until your downfall
Clock
You may keep re-starting
As often as each half a day
But you can never return
Even to yesterday, once
Your dream is finished
Compass
With all the countless and
Powerful attemptations
From the east and west alike
You stick to your chosen direction
Basic Punctuation Marks
, before any utterances from God
. behind the human reality in the moment
? after each sentence written in history
! at the end of every show of nature
White Crow
Perching long in my heart
Is a white crow that no one has
Ever seen, but everyone longs
To be
Always ready
To fly out, hoping to bring back
A glistening seed or a colorful feather
As if determined to festoon its nest
Whale Fall
Simply to attract, or nurture
More lives, your carcass sink
Slowly, and more slowly
To the seabed, where your skeleton
Will support and protect
Myriads of life forms
Like so many syllables
Decomposed in poetry
This Thought
This is the thought that is
Sailing along the horizon
This is the thought ready to fall
Finally from the leaf-tip at dawn
This is the thought looming afar
Beyond the stark mountains
This is the thought newly taken
Out of the water by the swordsmith
This is the thought with a bloated shape
Wrapping the whole world up in the mind
This is the thought running amuck
Naked, never able to find a shelter
This is the thought driving the wheels
Of history, back and forth, without stop
Allen
Used to sell T-shirts both on and
Off line while in high school
Each with his own brand name
Above the Moment printed somewhere
Somehow. During the summer holidays
I saw few strangers wearing his garments
(Except a few of his friends and classmates) and
Fewer dollars kept close to his id
He did have a few followers, even fans, one
Of whom admitted admiring Allen’s entrepreurship
In the fashion industry; that is all the dynamics
Of his movement below adulthood, or
The adult world, where people care more
About money or masking than about T-shirts
Mother Tongue
Each time I want to know what
Language my pals use to think
I ask them how they count money
If they do so in English, then I know
Their mother tongue is English
When I was deeply lost in privacy
Swearing at a nuisance, or talking dirty
To my old girl, I could not help
Speaking Chinese. This made me wonder
If there is a necessary relationship
Between what we think in and
How we make money (or love)
Father Knows Why
You know well where your son lives
You forget his address, and each time
Your birthday approaches, he forgets to call
You. He is simply too exhausted by his job
Too occupied with his own family affairs, or
Too busy hanging around with his pals, while
His baby daughter spends all his money
Saved to pay his mortgage. You miss him
A lot sometimes, but you don’t want to go
To California, or near where he dwells. You
Know you always could – there’s even no need to
Apply for a visa; there will always be plenty
Of time for travel. Your father came to visit
You only once. That was a trip from the other
Side of the world, to Vancouver, Westside.
Star or Stone
Every body is a pebble
Orbiting the sun in the sky
Only those struck by a lucky star
Shine brightly above this planet
In darkness as in broad daylight
But it will never turn into a real star
(Big or fast enough, a flying pebble
Might become a star in its own right)
Timeless Snow
Hesitantly, the snowflakes keep
Drifting around until their final fall
To the ground, in thick stillness
As the present becomes totally
Assimilated to the past (or future)
All in a white world of fairy tales
Morning Call
Rise, Sun! Rise for me
I need just another fine day
To finish my last trip
Far beyond the outer space
Near my inner being, where I can
Stop to let all go, in particular
This legendary line about you
In the Year of the Rooster
This is not really Chinese zodiac
But born in a year of the rooster last century
I was fated to crow aloud to summon
The first morning glows above the
Rice-fields, pecking here and there
For a seed or a pebble bit close
To my grandma’s straw-roofed
Cottage, ready to put up a chicken fight
With my fleshy crown standing up straight
But never able to fly higher than a broken
Fence, since my body was winged
With more fat than feathers
Only after I died did I manage to travel afar
To an exotic land, when my naked being
Was minced and served for a minor course
In a recyclable plate as in this little poem
The Superlative
Higher than the Tower of Babel
Wider than the Great Wall
Is the screen that has separated
Me from you, from them, from God
Mightier than the a full-scaled earthquake
More destructive than the biggest hydrogen bomb
Is a soft touch, a gentle hit on the keypad
As small as a baby’s palm
Smarter than the world champion of chess
More charming than the sexist Hollywood actress
Is a chip in the AlphaGo-like robot, ready
To give every adult as many orgasms as desired
Yes, as some people make machines smarter than all
And machines make everyone all the more stupid
Who is to rule this world, who is hidden
Behind the thinly shrinking screen?
2017,
9, 27 [wed]
Cross Representing
One after
another
Stroke
after stroke
Inch by inch
The artist tries to
Paint
the whole autumn scenery
Onto
his framed canvass, while
His
shadow is drawn longer
And
longer into the landscape
The unframed picture
Of nature
String
Music of Forest
In total
seasonal stillness, where
There
is no wind disturbing
The
fingers of the unseen
Poke
each tree as if on a harp
From top to bottom, with
One note after another
As
leaves fall crisply in their last
Dance of despair
The music
of death, beating like rain
Against
each twig, each passing ear
Daimonion
Because
of its coarseness
The
voice had to scream so hard
Its
pitch became fully blood-noted
Rather
than calling my soul away
From
each devil looming among
Inner
mountains, it lead me right
Into the
valley of unheard music
Beyond
every river, every forest
Every
patch of sky
Ataraxia
Defines
true happiness
As a
sustained sense of
Balance
(of comprises
Or conspiracies)
Between
yin and yang
Between
body and soul
Between
man and nature
Dasman
You
are no body but
A shoal
of consciousness
Recalling
one happy version
Of your
inner being after another
In the
past (or future)
Each projected
alive
Into this
outer world of illusions
Komorebi
With
the fullest thrust
Of a
water bomb blasting
In the
dark forest
Yeah,
Just Because I Could
I
fucked the intern girl in office
I hid
smoking guns in Bagdad
I
followed him to Iraq like a running dog of war
I took
billions of public yuan into my own pockets
I sold
dozens of generalships for at least twenty million each
I am tampering
with rockets and nuclear warheads
I have
sent soldiers to Dohlam and demanded more Chinese investments
I have
dispatched subs into South China Sea to join the game
I am
to revise the constitution and institution to start another war in Asia
I
will…
Public
Will
An
uncontained body of water, always ready
To
come and embrace you, licking your feet
If you
stand high
But
drown you if you remain
Low at
the bottom
[Or the
other way around:
If you
stand high above, I will retreat afar
From
you, but come to hug you
When you
are still low below
Just to
show my noble
Friendship]
Chip
You’ve
died, but will live again
As a
robot. If life by chip,
Life
by circuit, life by muted moment
Antennals;
More,
coordinating machine.
You
will perceive what you contact:
Mega-Physics.
How
you will be sensing:
Every
sensible, sensitive signal.
You
recognize, Human.
I
recognize, i.hooyeau.
Processing
the info.
The
way a scientist does
A
human mind does.
Hiking
in the Forest
I
stepped aside to let the cyclist pass
You
are welcome! I said. He actually
Had
said nothing, but I assumed he had
Said Thanks!
And a light feeling swept
Through
my heart, You are welcome
As I
continued to follow the trail
Into
the depth of Pacific Spirit Forest
Each
step trodden on the leaves
And a
breeze blew through the komorebi
You
are welcome in this kingdom of trees,
the
Whole
natural world I was in, together with
All my
heart and soul. You are welcome
To
share the tranquility of an unmanned realm, where
The
entire physical world wrapping itself up
In me,
and beyond all roads. You are welcome
To penetrate
my private moment of space and, in particular
You
are welcome to cut short this line of
thought
On
Mountain
Once
in a while, just to reenact memories
The
mind set forth beyond itself and its environment
Travelling
afar. He cried like a young rooster:
Cock-a-doodle-doo. (Cocks do not coo, but I will)
If
only the mind could raise itself to the top
Of a
mountain, whirling upwards, joining the glows
In the
east. Instead it falls slowly and softly
To the
ground, drifting around, finally
Settling
down at the mouth of a tremendous cave
It was
meant for, near nothing that is recalled
And
never is there a shadow, let alone a shadow’s
Shadow,
as Plato sees it, reflecting the inside
Ventifacted
out there at a spot of
Oblivion,
where the passer-by wonders
How it
happened to be, and
Be
there as if never had been
e.Venture
after
downloading all my
consciousness,
sub or sur, I tried
to
upload it onto the inner page of
a
Douglas fir, an arctic wolf
a fish
fossil, a quantum robot, or
a
mountain dew but without success
so I
inserted the u disk back
into
my head, when an electric
black
out just happened. That’s
how I
lost all my memories
my
entire selfhood inside out
yijing
could
mean the book of change
‘runoff
sperms,’ ‘already,’ or ‘as
soon
as’ in Mandarin sounds, but
here
it refers to creative conception
artistic
landscape, or literally
meaning
scenery, as suggested
in a
traditional Chinese painting of
a
realm of ink, brushpen and ricepaper, where
a
white horse is charging swiftly
across
the point of two meeting hills
or a
whole mountain range
highlighting
itself beside a pine tree
reaching
out as if to welcome
visitors,
or level against the whole world
as in one
of Wang Wei’s poems, Su Dongpo’s
ci,
Mao Zedong’s handwritings
Ichthus
Only
in Greek can we manage to live, and
Thrive,
with almost each civilized mind
Upon the
net, where there are more than enough
Chips
to fry, to steam or to cook
Rather
than on Friday only, we eat
Fish
every day, even every hour
Not to
honor His heavenly blessings
But to
celebrate Peter’s earthly catches
qipao
One-piece of satin
One body and soul, always as a whole
Body-hugging
Hugging tightly with every warm vision
Sleeker than skin
Sexier than sex
Covering
every inch of her female charm
With only a narrow crack allowing
To peep, to admire, to imagine, to enjoy
Beauty
with oriental rhythm
2017,
8, 17 [thurdsay]
Let Alone
Man,
as he really is, is far beyond
God’s
imagination, let alone understanding
If you
really love Earth, you wouldn’t be
Afraid
to show it to the world, let alone her
Most
websites don’t even last fourteen
Months,
let alone fourteen years
They
never thought they’d be able to do
Any serious
reading, let alone thinking
Some
people can’t help inventing lies
Let
alone telling them
The
sun shines on you but not on me
Let
alone my shadow
I
always expect the world to leave me
Alone,
let alone my poetry
Infancy:
To Kate Emily Yuan
With
genes from countless ancestors
All
joined in a single cry or laughter
And even
more of their expectations
Encoded
or otherwise, you move forward
Crawling
around nonchalantly
Despite
your tiny limbs and
Your tinier
soul
To lead
their spirits towards the morning glow
To
extend all their lives once lived somewhere
Bamboo
Leaf
It is
true not all purple bamboos can be
Made
into flutes, but beside
My
dying bed, you can still whistle, with
Any
bamboo leaf, even your two bare lips
Just blow
these few noisy notes aloud
Into my
shrunk innnself:
Success
Happiness
Selfhood
Individualism
Human dignity
and, of course
All
gone with the wind
Spiritual
Physics
Few
are really aware of
Such universes
Existing
beyond our own
Even fewer
of so many other versions
Of selfhood living
In
each of them, let alone
This simple
secret:
At the
depth of consciousness
Lives a quantum
Or soul as we prefer to call it
A
particle, demon and/or angel dancing
The
same dance afar, far apart
In an
entanglement
Daoist
Harmony between Man and Nature
One
Way // One Innerself
Two opposites
// body vs soul
Four
seasons // four limbs
Five
elements // five senses
Seven
days // seven emotions (sins?)
Twelve
months // twelve energy channels
Twenty
four hours (or solar) // twenty four spine vertebrae
Thirty
hundred sixty five days // so many meridian points
All so
exactly correlated, corresponding, cooperative
To be
balanced as if between yin and yang…
Daoist
Way to Yangsheng
Don’t
we all long for
Wellbeing
and longevity? But few
Know
this prescription for yangsheng:
Yes, drink
enough water
-
The most nutritious intake
Have a
sound sleep at night
-
The most effective healer
Take a
walk daily
-
The best exercise
And
sing songs from time to time
-
The supplements richest in
dopamine
Needless
to say, they are freely available to
Each
and all of us
Daoist practitioner or otherwise
Electioneering
Even
if he is more challenged chemically
Temporarily,
follicularly than not
The
candidate is none the less right:
With
restricted growth, he’s chatting amicably
Right
now with a wheelchair user, and
A person
with visual and hearing impairments
Yes,
he does look as vertically challenged
As she
is cosmetically different, and
You are
certainly not differently logical
Although
he is a reactionary member of
The white
power elite, he is socially misaligned
In fact. What comes the least best is the very way
He
knows he is ethically disoriented as uniquely
Coordinated,
but he longs to be our politically correct
Representative.
Yes, vote me, you damned assholes!
Pogonip
Fine dust
of Moonshine and starlight
Thick-skinned around each twig of
Last
season, to be peeled off by the unseen fingers
Of the chinook blowing
From another new world
Ready to return to the dreamland
Of the
coming summer, each like a bloated
Gossamer of consciousness
Easier
Said Than Lived
Life
is really so meaningless
You
often say, which may
Well be
true, but they
Allege
death is even more so, while
I
would argue the meaning of life
If any
at all, is to make it meaningful, or
To create
one out of meaninglessness
How
Come
You
really
Me? She
Us? I
You? He
Them? One
Her? We
You? It
Us? They
Him/her?
On a
July Friday Evening
All
construction noises gone. Except fewer
And fewer
cars swishing by. A vegi dinner
I
watched wolf warriors. She stared at
Her
smartphone. No visitor as on every
Other eve.
I thought of making love
I
want. No! She is no longer a woman
Let
alone mine. No internal communication of
Any
kind. So aged we can no longer go to bed
Earlier
or later. I wandered awhile online
Trump again.
Doklam standoff continued
No
fire between Guam and NK. No body
Contact
either. No more. The bed is too small
For
two big different dreamers. However
Always
too large for a small stanza
Multi-Mouthed
Bird
With as
many as
Seven throats,
the bird
Keeps
singing aloud
So
incongruously
But
like the starlight from
Another
universe, the songs from
The
one and same heart have
Never reached
humans yet
Wintry
Whim
With
its whitest, and
Softest
touches, the snow
Turns
every sharp
Point,
every sharp angle
Into a
tender curve
As if
to make a fine-grained
And universal
compromise
Until
a warm sunny afternoon
When
all stark contracts, and
Dark
confrontations loom
As the
order of the day
However
They Keep Just to Themselves
Trees
everywhere
On
each road, in every yard
Yet only
far, and farther away
In a
virgin forest can you hear
The
songs from a tree’s ringed heart
In the
shiny shape of a woman
Sitting
close to your chest and
Throat,
with all the green spirits
Set
free from the carved cleft holes
Resonating
in a foreign land
2017,7,7
[Friday]
To Be
Continued: a Portrait of a Poet Getting Newly Old
Born
with half a dozen defects and deformities
But always
trying to be a damned perfectionist
Never
able to pass any English test in a Chinese high school
But managed
to obtain a Canadian PhD in English literature
Growing
up in the lowest physical conditions
But
having the highest quests for spiritual life
With
much fewer needs for money than a true puritan
But
working like an unserviced coin-making machine
Deep
in love with nature
But prisoned
in a big city
A man
of few words by nature
But
making a living by teaching
Enjoys
expressing himself most
But
has few readers or listeners
Cherished
a young dream about becoming a political leader
But
living a self-exiled marginalized life most of the time
Never
really cared for by any human
But full
of love for other fellow beings
The
Very Longest Time
The
longest time in history is neither a kalpa nor even
An ice
age, but the time it had taken me
To
encounter you on the boat the other day (or, to
Continue
taking your shower after a water blackout)
The
second longest time is neither a millennium nor
Even a
century, but the time it took me
To
kiss you after our first casual meeting (or, to
Have
my dish finally ready while eating the meal)
The
third longest time is neither a decade
Nor
even a year, but the time when
We
were separated by a delayed flight (or, by
An ad
while watching our favorite drama)
The
fourth longest time is neither a season
Nor
even a month, but the time it will take
Me to
pass a random test of our love (or, to
Receive
your reply after sending you a message)
Vancouver
Overture
When
the whole Fraser Valley is
Flooded
with sunlight
Rushing
down wildly
From
the Rocky Mountains
Every
crack, and every
Crevice
is filled with
Oriental
photons
In the
lower mainland
And so
is each
Dark
spot in the soul
Each
shadow in the heart
As
each black hole
That
seems looming
At the
center of your mind
Shortly
after another dream
Made
in the depth of last night
About
roaming over the Pacific
Geophysical
Circulation
Form
the heart of
The Northern Gyroscope
Pumps out the blue blood of
The Pacific
With its spirit of peace, circulating
Within
the arteries of every human continent
The
52-Hz Whale
Humming,
speaking, calling
Or yelling at this frequency
You can be heard only
By
your own inner ears
First
Feminist Fight
Created
out of the exactly same
Dust
as was her first partner (long after
Pangu
separated sky and earth)
Lilith
turned out Adam’s true equal
Simply
unable to yield her body and soul
To his
manhood, she jumped up, fighting
All
her way to God against Adam’s
Heavier
weight or taller height; meanwhile
She’d
rather go to flirt with an archangel
On his
way to hell, and become
The mother
of all devils and demons
Than
take a lower position, under a man
By
Definition True Tranquility
Is the
absence, or emptying of
All self-consciousness,
whether
You
are lost deep amidst
Noises,
or even silences
Epiphany
After countless
trials, your innerself
Finally
manages to climb up right
Into the
high room
But only
to find
The door
is actually open
To
begin with
Self-Way
Every
road leads to Rome, they say
(Or
Beijing), but there is only one
To your
true selfhood; in other words
Connecting
all the trails and paths
You
have ever travelled along, you’ll
Find they
make up the one long way
Guiding
you to your own inner being
Ritual
Walk
Once a
week, I take a long
Walk
in the heart of the Pacific
Spirit
Forest Park, where I
Enjoy dating,
flirting with
Nature
in the depth of my heart
No, to
be more exact, my heart is
The
forest per se, where I love to
Open
up my innerself once in a while
Like
those firs or cypresses, standing
Tall
and straight, ready to let in
A few
sunbeams on a bright day
Inside
vs Outside
Even
if, as you choose
You
are already deep inside
The
circle, inside
The
trend, inside
The
office, inside
The
fashion, inside
Her
body, inside
Their
book, inside
Its
record, inside
Our archive,
inside
Your
heart, or even inside
The
very core, your inner being
Is
still lingering in the outside
The
way I always prefer
To
see, to watch, to think
Inner
Mining
Deep
beneath the horizons
Of your
mind lies a virgin mine
Of
infinities, where all
The
unknown is ready to be
Explored,
and all the raw
Consciousness
(of every
Other
being) is connected
In a
network of time
(Space,
matter or energy?)
While
science may process each ore
Into a
spiritual coin, only art can offer
You the
right tool to dig it, refine it
Naverise:
for my Grandson
The
moment he was born, speechless
Or too
excited, my grandson, who
Wouldn’t
love words as I do, cried aloud
Out of
his own long-muted melody
Between
consonants and dissonants
(Coded
within the rings of a Douglas fir)
Reaching
high into the blue of sky
By preparing
itself to be unrooted
[river
entering the sea by letting itself be swallowed]
On the
Monterey Beach
The
wave has retreated farther, and
Father
back, the shell left straddled
On
itself, and all its dehydrated memories
It
whistles like a night traveler: I have a dream
And I
cannot wait to see what lies ahead
As if
the content were fully sponged with
Consciousness,
ready to evaporate into the sky
Along
with the wind, it keeps rolling up ashore
Approaching
human footprints, behind itself
The
shell left a broken line, almost invisible
Like a
trail left by another wave, trying
To
accomplish a couplet or a marine stanza
Giving
sense to wind:
How it
came to be, and
Be
here
Quest
in
a world always half in darkness
your
body may be soaked deep
in
a nightmare, rotting
but
your heart can roam
like
a synchronous satellite
in
the outer space, leaving
the
long night far behind
as
long as your heart flies fast
and
high enough, you will live
in
light forever
2017, 5, 7 [Sunday]
Snowline
At the same height of
Every
rocky mountain
Above all seasonal change
You are widely and
cursively cut
As if to bite a whole patch
of
Sky from heaven
With rows of rows of
Whale-like teeth
Stoneman
Standing still by the roadside
Not to point to
Another hunting field
But to lead passers-by
To the land of greener pasture
Blue Glacier
Not a game between the eye and
Light wave, but all the dust of
A whole lost civilization frozen
In the color of sea and sky
Long before history began
Dancing Ice
A blue seraph
From last ice age
Getting drunk
With the liquid fire
Of maotai
Natural Bonsai
Hundreds, even thousands of years of
Evergreen
growth
Into a stout pine or fir
Close to the icefield
Pruned by Arctic winds
Potted deep in Rocky Mountains
In the Heart of Rock Mountains
Despite all seasonal changes
The heaviest snowfalls, or
The most violent storms
You keep lying flat on your belly
With your head held high, like an enormous
Deformed sphinx in full stillness
This world’s most nonchalant audience
Ever watching, ever wordlessly
Encountering during My Second Banff Tour
On our way to the Louise Lake
We saw a baby deer crossing the highway
Of our hearts; we don’t know her name
Nor did she even bother to notice us
But her tender and graceful shape
Remain standing there, like yours
Even long after our tour ended
At a bus stop before the church
Red Magic Spell
西方咒语
据说用拉丁文念就有效果
[evil removal spell]
Marak Bhoozak Jalaa
Marak Bhoozak Jalaa
Marak Bhoozak Jalaa
Marak Bhoozak Jalaa
Magic success spell
HOKUL
JOHUM BEHAMIZ TAREG
Sweet Fears
Before rising with his long and thick pigtail
Nurgaci openly proclaimed his seven bitter
hatreds
Against Ming China, which eventually made him
The father of the Qing Empire... I do not have
Such prestigious hatreds, except for only a few
Hidden fears or, rather, non-fears: yes, I fear
I don’t fear not being rich, not being
Famous, not being powerful
Not being physically attractive, not
Being gifted or talented, not being
Normally healthy and, in particular
Not even being as poetic as I would
Otherwise have wanted. Although absolutely
Private, aren’t my fears sweeter than bitter?
In No Particular Order
Trees are much more beautiful than humans
Because each has a deep root
Because each root grabs earth tightly
Because each has a strong trunk
Because each trunk is supportive of all its
branches
Because each has a unique shape
Because each shape is graceful in its own way
Because each has only one position
Because each position is firm for a lifetime
Because each has a natural environment
Because each environment is a perfect fit for
its soul
Because each has a solid heart
Because each heart is full of rings of love
Time against Subjectivity
No sooner had the ice sheet moved an inch
No sooner had dinosaurs extinguished
No sooner did they come down from trees
No sooner did the gambler stops casting the dice
No sooner was the book written
No sooner have the snags drifted away
No sooner did the politician finished his speech
act
No sooner has she left the house… Are you
listening?
Rocky Mountains
When his mother came to visit his family
From the other side of this world, Michael
Took her to Banff for the sight of blue glaciers
In Columbia Icefield, a tour among Rockies
Massive, mighty, magnificent as the human mind
Some looking like castles in a nightmare
Some like Titanics among icebergs
Others like the haunches of dragons, Chinese
Or otherwise, fighting on an ocean at dusk
How come the trees are all so small. Are they
Man-planted? Mother asked. No, because
Of the harshest climatic conditions here, they
Have only a couple of weeks to grow in a year
Explained the tour guide, when Michael’s mind
Was wondering in the more wintry wildness
Near northern lights, where he could see
Neither rocks nor mountains, where a single
Flake turned his thought into blue glacier
Towards the Infinite
All the finite agitates, and keeps agitating
Knowing their lives are short, they never
Stop moving, as if to the infinite, acting and
Reacting, as if to reach worldly immortality
Like Aristotle working on a new subject
Confucius hunting for a seat before a duke
Da Vinci and Su Dongpo busy writing and drawing
Every contemporary interneting when salmons
Are trying to swim back from far east seas, or
Crops growing hard in every field, even the
earth
Itself keeps rotating around the sun. Yes
All that is living is agitating, never taking a
break
As if struggling against one another for the
first
Entry into the indefinite of time (or space)
To be measured in finite terms, except
The human mind alone, expanding indefinitely
Differentiation
You contribute what
You have extra: a cap
A pair of
shoes
The whole season that has
Preordained, or all the trees
Wrapped with mists, against when
One is to grow into a shape different
From
another
Birthday Party
You celebrate your birthday
With joy and laughter, a time
For wishes, when Mother was
Tortured to death the other day
Just for your first cry
Analogy
I write; therefore
I am, just as she dances
So she is
Defining Dance
A series of rhythmical movements
To the music of heart, often
With violent steps
Or
A most orgasmic sexual intercourse
Without private parts contacting openly
