Friday, June 25, 2004


Sometimes the most difficult thing to do in this world is scare people with how amazing you are.

Sunday, June 20, 2004

A News That Stays News*

by Marianne Moore

My father used to say,
"Superior people never make long visits,
have to be shown Longfellow's grave
or the glass flowers at Harvard.
Self-reliant like the cat--
that takes its prey to privacy,
the mouse's limp tail hanging like a shoelace from its mouth--
they sometimes enjoy solitude,
and can be robbed of speech
by speech that delighted them.
The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence:
not silence, but restraint."
Nor was he insincere in saying, "Make my house your inn."
Inns are not residences.

* Ezra Pound: Poetry is news that stays news.

Friday, June 11, 2004

The Beauty That Is Static
(After 'Kingdom Hearts')

1. Heart

The heart is the darkest faculty
of a human being.

It is the heart that desires
a death, a tragedy for another.
The heart, though capable of selflessness, is selfish.

The heart loves, and therefore destroys.

"Gentleness requires tremendous strength,"
said Shale Paul.

The heart beats in calm rhythm, but needs break
from monotony every now and then, and

when it stops, it is either dead
or is fully alive.

2. Stasis

A few lines by Utada Hikaru's Simple and Clean:
When you walk away
You don't hear me say please
Oh baby, don't go
Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight
It's hard to let it go

The daily things
that keep us all busy
all confusing me that's when you came to me and said,

Wish I could prove I love you
but does that mean I have to walk on water?

. . . .

Hold me
Whatever lies beyond this morning
Is a little later on
Regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all

. . . .

Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight

Which is the transition? The busy life, or the sudden meeting of two strangers? Is the one night stand the leeway to common commitment, or the other way around?

A good role-playing game. I look at the face of the man beside me sleeping. What is next?

When you surrender yourself to the moment, you are free. Then tomorrow, you become a prisoner of the past.