giraffes | in purple

date: Sunday, April 18, 2010 @ 10:34 PM

title: Today was CRAZY

I have been away for awhile, largely due to some fear of facing up to the cyber world. I know this sounds crazy, and I don't wish to go into details, but the past few months have been, well, rather rocky I guess. It's not going to be easy getting over it, as much as how things wane with time. But I guess I've been getting along fine, with Dnd & the drammadicts (L). So, today breaks the month long hiatus with a really bonky and crazy post! Oh, and by the way, I suddenly realised that my url is so awfully childish! Goodness me! I'd better think up a coolio url, like vaudevillane(meg's) or incandescency(cab's) just to quote a few. HAHA so suggestions! Something befitting the cool me!

Okay so guess what! Today was so crazy! Meg and I went to the Lee Kong Chian library and treaded through a thousand over poems. Line by line, page by page, book by book.. I said "I don't get this!" more than ten times today! And there were so many people falling asleep on the couches! What's worse, was that we had to HAND COPY all the poems we chose! We even broke down several times while copying. It was the first time in my life that I had to correction tape the full stops I accidentally wrote because Meg said "MUST COPY WORD FOR WORD!" Then I told her if we aren't using the poems that I copied I'm going to be so pissed!

So anyway, meg and I both found this a pleasure to read amidst all the "foeval" and "anodic". We were like "WE NEED A DICTIONARY!" HAHA
here goes!

a scroll painting

the mountains are hazy with timeless passivity
sprawling monotonously in the left-hand corner
while clouds diffuse and fill the entire top half
before bumping daintily into a bright red parakeet
perched suicide-like on a beautifully gnarled branch
arched by the weight of fruit and one ripe peach
hung a motionless inch from the gaping beak

here is transient beauty
caught in permanence
but of what avail is such perpetual unattainment?

i know the stupid bird can never eat the stupid peach

Arthur Yap

Isn't this how you feel about poetry sometimes?
This definitely is how I feel about poetry soemtimes!
Actually most poetry, except for sappy love poetry that makes you melt no matter what.

For Keith

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