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    Poem- Living In the past, I used to read a moving Chinese novel with same title. Now trying to express it a different way in poem,as well as practising, as follow: Living Dusty grains are untold In the sanguining mundane world At noon, foehn air distorted A sand clock seems as if water that's rough To its narrow tunnel of cough Before a quiescence, slowly through And somehow, ye may see the penumbra of a fly Veiling the cheeks in the sky But a split second, blazing suns from the sky Coming into compound eyes of a fly Then awhile the sea mirage is melting In extremity, as the fairy's eyes are weeping Echoing, an immortal song was being sung, "Rains to all breeding, A fly is eating, A toad is eating, A rat is eating, A cat is eating....."
    August 26, 2012
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    Still I Rise   by Maya Angelou


     

    You may write me down in history
    With your bitter, twisted lies,
    You may trod me in the very dirt
    But still, like dust, I'll rise.

    Does my sassiness upset you?
    Why are you beset with gloom?
    'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
    Pumping in my living room.

    Just like moons and like suns,
    With the certainty of tides,
    Just like hopes springing high,
    Still I'll rise.

    Did you want to see me broken?
    Bowed head and lowered eyes?
    Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
    Weakened by my soulful cries.

    Does my haughtiness offend you?
    Don't you take it awful hard
    'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
    Diggin' in my own back yard.

    You may shoot me with your words,
    You may cut me with your eyes,
    You may kill me with your hatefulness,
    But still, like air, I'll rise.

    Does my sexiness upset you?
    Does it come as a surprise
    That I dance like I've got diamonds
    At the meeting of my thighs?

    Out of the huts of history's shame
    I rise
    Up from a past that's rooted in pain
    I rise
    I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
    Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
    Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
    I rise
    Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
    I rise
    Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
    I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
    I rise
    I rise
    I rise.

     

     

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    August 19, 2012
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    Poem- Typhoon In recent, I have read a poem called “Still I Rise” , which was written by Maya Angelou, an African-American poet. You may find out that, themes about identity and racial discrimination are centered in the poetry. More or less, shall we say its heart begins from repression and end up release? In contract with Maya Angelou’s, it is as below a poor poem written by me. But just for my expressing about social issues after her inspiration. Typhoon Neon lights in midair are slightly dim A drizzled scene in wordless painted by wind's roars Its invisible figure on sea level from blue to green Perhaps resting before long, leaving weary seams and jars By its mighty hand bringing tall trees to their knees Politicians' portraits are falling out and swaying As if elixir lost efficacy, flying carpets flees But no blankets, homeless dogs in realistic woe are dying Treating all equally, outside the windows whispering low Where gaudy advertisements smashed An innocent passerby wounded by its colourful rainbow In an imaginable eye of waxing moon not shaded? Perhaps there is an incarnate stray bird comes down the walk Turn back, muzzled mouth points to a caterpillar With a cocooning thought calmly behind the room's door lock Released free wings, I wonder Eden of the creator
    August 19, 2012
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    Starry Sky Within A Starry Sky - In the name of Hú Shì (胡適) Starry Sky Within A Starry Sky- In the name of Hú Shì (胡適) There is a lullaby gently hummed so swift, simultaneous gaudy fireworks to ascend whilst its fragile summoning hand in mirth, is going to scatter in vain Thro' the foggy grim ground smell of powdery time is sinking down unique endless starry sky an intellectual being preciously found start floating, candle like fishing fires surround Can it be an ancient inverted image with distance amid sky heaven and its yonder quarter of humen ? put a sight from water deficient mars so rare, fishing fires are non discrepant to effuglent stars Although my new poem is inferior, I still would like to thank Hú Shì (胡適) about his contribution on "Literature Reform" of our China. Who is Hú Shì (胡適)? He is one of my idol. Everyone has his / her own idols that maybe different to each other. I am just talking about mine. Also special thanks to TIME, its cover is really new and inspiring.
    August 12, 2012
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    Flashback of waves, demonstration objecting the government pushing forward the brainwashing national education a week ago was flourishing in the street. They are combination of soundless pictures with crowding women pushing carriages that red faced babies inside.

     

    Attach with the voice-over as follow: “it is believed that those married women are always in attitudes of “forgive and forget” about political issues as they concentrated on caring and rearing their children. “Maternal Love” is the greatest of all. In some research, pains from giving birth are more excessive than by bullet wound or fire burn. Back to such topic, exclusive reason why so many mothers attending this demonstration is ……”

     

     

     

    I am going to make a tight grasp about the hearing. However, in sudden, it was entirely scrambled by roars from “Lung Sum”, who are known as an outstanding madman in Hong Kong. He was in the crowd and pressed by the police. Was he really insane that struggling for truth at full stretch?

     

     

     

    All scenes are vanished in vain, my tutor is shouting at me to paddle faster and be attentive. The persons and objects stand on two sides of rivers are rolling in foggy spray, blending in heartbeat like drums on the dragon boats in a rainy season. Intentionally counting the date, it was almost six years ago.

     

     

     

    It was already 5 pm, a dusk showing its vibrant day gone with wrinkle of time on my fingerprints. A dream like figure relucted to leave was gone.

     

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    August 5, 2012
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    Dragon Soul I walked through a path to the public swimming pool with branches bificuated from trunks at two edges. Sunlight was even more blazing that moment, faces of passengers in front of me glistening with sweat. Like some leaves I thought. Human beings consist of two sides’ stories- one waxy side exposed in sunshine and the other shaded underneath. Was such imagery from some books I had read? Can’t remember but apparently I could not see through those minds of individual being passed by. Apart from a corner of externality- their behaviors or outward appearances, minds are internally hidden from view. A persistent thinking shortened the journey to my destination. So far I was at the entrance of the swimming pool. Today was “Sport for All Day” campaign in Hong Kong. Citizens were not required to pay fee enjoying the sport facilities of the government department from 2pm to 6pm. Well, I went alone since I would like to keep calm and silence during my swimming, as well as reserving a bit private time for communicating with “another me”. Those are not me may simply comprehend “him” as some of my leisure thinks. You can see there are so many people flocking on blue water with cheerful smiles. Whether some of them are small children and most are youths, adults and the elderly…… I sneaked into some conversations while my ears were in and out from the water surface. They were vague but in reasonless some were so completed in my mind, particularly for those the mothers teaching their children how to swim. An unexplained unison liked million voices as one. There was no more discrepancy of various lives. Backed to the origin, we were sleeping in the cradle of light swaying liquid.
    August 5, 2012
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    August 5, 2012
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    Quoted from "The Red Chamber Dream", a great novel of Chinese talking similarly talking about reality and dream of life. Some sentences also related to mirror "怪道老太太常囑咐說，小人屋裏不可多有鏡子。 小人魂不全，有鏡子，照多了，睡覺驚恐作胡夢。 如今倒在大鏡子那裏安了一張床。 有時放下鏡套還好；往前去，天熱睏倦不定，哪裏想得到放它，比如方才就忘了。 自然是先躺下照著影兒頑的，一時合上眼，自然是胡夢顛倒； 不然，如何看著自己叫著自己的名字 ﹖不如明兒挪進床來是正經！" , "小人" means the youth "賈寶玉", "賈" also can be harmonic of another Chinese character "假" ("fake" in English). There are another role called "甄士隱", harmonic is "真事隱" ("veiling the turth" in English).

     

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    July 29, 2012
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    For me, it seems "戲如人生,人生如戲" is a caption that the ancient peom stressing. Though drama and reality are paralled, I would like to believe "人生" is more likely the main theme than "戲", becasue peom should have "人味" (I dont know the term in English, sorry). If drama without human, it is just a kind of meaningless thing, drama is to express emtions and feeling of human. 

     

    "鏡深如夢", "鏡" is a mirror I think. It is "deep" impled that it can be seen through clearly? "鏡" seems to be talking about "夢", but for more, it should be related to "人生", the main theme as well. Thus my viewpoint is mirror and dream also are metaphors of  "人生"? In fact, using dream as a metaphor for  "人生" is so common, even we can find it in other ancient poems or articles, for instance, "人生如夢,一尊還酹江月".

     

    If so, "夢豈可真?" is like a question about the emptiness of life rather than dream itself. 

     

     

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    July 29, 2012
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  • Answered
    As I remember, Hong Kong people most likely called it "小小說", they are around 600 to 1500 words, mostly "一針見血", do not have complicated plot. Since it is busy living here, it seems that "Flash Fiction" will be a trend...
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    July 29, 2012
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