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Slogans Of The Lost Bark

In anticipation of the trial of Seelan PALAY

Rain Stained Pain
Sun Flowers Again
Lights Sight Fright
Slept Dreamless Night
Pee After Poo
Instilling Social Alienation
Poo Added Poo
Instigating Stiffer Aggressions
Pee. And Pee
Poo Again Piease
I See All
It’s Sadly Apalling
I Seek Awe
Instead Shown Autodidacts
# If NOT NOW, WHEN

Slogans of the lost Bark
for the Heartlanders in PP
Especially
Roland, Ronnie
Edward
More
More and more
How much more?
The ones who refused to live in
This godforsaken humiliation
Godless shame

I must admit that the game of life for one to gain stability are far from what I can managed at approaching 61 years …..

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“Me You and a loop named Deja Vu”

“But culture is very important in our lives. It’s very important in my life, and hopefully it’s very important in yours. Given that fact, and given the fact that we don’t lead lives that are compartmentalized, our culture must have influence on everything else we do. Some of the deprivations we look at in development could be cultural deprivations. Major battles have been fought in the world on cultural grounds — the Crusades, for example. If one takes the view that just because one cannot measure cultural output in the same way that one would measure the production of tomatoes or the value of the GNP per head, that therefore cultures are uninteresting, I think that is a big mistake. The fact that novels or poetry are not precisely measurable like kilograms of milk or flour does not mean that they are not amenable to analytical investigation. Quite often, when people say that something is not precise enough, they are just underestimating the reach of mathematics. Mathematics is one of the greatest glories of humanity, and its reach is not confined to the things that we did in college — the differential equations and applied differentiable functions and so forth. I think that’s a slander not just on culture but also on mathematics.”

– An interview with Amartya Sen, economist and author of Development as Freedom

December , 1999 The Atlantic Monthly.

….or how to live when dead, die while still alive?

Why did I say that? Am I even sure that it’s been written by a me who is wheelchair bound and at the age of 60 going on 61, battling losing causes if not already lost, in the spirit of don Quixote, undaunted fighting on. You’re probably not really reading what I mean by what I am writing here even though I profess to reassert and redefine myself in the classsic romantic mold. Hopefully a self-fufilling prophecy that strengthens into a recurrence to last if not withstanding the onslaught whiplashes of these rapid paced society with weaklings amoured by privileged heritage to positions of power to rule unashamedly, forgetting qualities imbued or learnt. Unused to opposing views, felt threatened when questioned one tends towards arrogance if not dictatorial to the point of totalitarian when wisdom does not intervene to bridge the GAP that needs mending in order to maintain relationships very precious very basic of kinship. That needed reminders to legacies common to us the people. What did we pledged allegiance to? How did we celebrated each August 9 with increasing sophisticatedly designed sparks and million dollar flying steel bird steeds flag bearers zooming back and forth across a colourful sky as the Golden Sunset brings us into magical transformations of refunnelling the diversities into one..

Note that it is one of those things we are all implicated without even trying! As we are all included in that shiny beast, as first identified as the Leviathan by Thomas Hobbes (1588-1679).

Saya Bukan Orang Utan

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Tongue…as in for speech, for taste, and for forced vomit, as in “NAUSEA” as in Jean Paul Sarte’s the defeat of the French Resistance that led to the necesity of RESISTING as a state of “IS-ness” of consciousness and not “whatness”, of faith not betrayal, yelch! as being not just breathing…
Hard Choices indeed
but still the choice is ours to choose
there lay your freedom
the dream fulfilled 50years ago???
nay much more if you asked me
for freedom evolves with consciosness
history is a path of human making
beginning with dreams
yours and mine

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Saya Bukan Orang Utang (I am Not a 'Man of the Bush') at Artspace@helutrans.

Photo by Genevieve Chua “Saya Bukan Orang Utang (I am Not a ‘Man of the Bush’) ” at Artspace@helutrans.

VEE Good

vee enuf

Grinning in your face….again…

They say everything tastes good when you’re hungry. Well not when its poison and when hunger is not cancellation of consciousness. As an artist my second motto is to stay hungry. But when you realized how stupid it is to get angry with others when it is your own actions that are poisoning yourselves. Blaming every bit of wrong doing on others when you could just make a slight adjustment to change things and make it better for yourself as well as for the next person standing next to you. Which is the new you.

Did you remember when you first walked alone happily realizing you really could be independent from the ones who helped you before? Yes the feeling of having arriving somewhere you never been before. New adventures, tastes, sounds, touch, senses all new like a baby but independent from the need to be cared by mother love. It is a special feeling that is so necessary in a life of repetitions and daily routines. We forget the joy of living. The magic of a new day. The call of adventure in the songs of tomorrow. The love in the eyes of our family and friends. We who are ready to steer the stars and reach the sun and the moon and yet we forget these simple joys of a human being.

Let us stop all that monkey business for a while. Stop that budget calculation of red and blue. Stop that begging your papa and mama for more love when you got it all but then you forgot the limits now you’re through. Stop your fuzzing your ugly friends for being more beautiful than you. Stop being genius and just be you. Wake up to the new you. Time for rest and real stew. Take off your hat. Make your mess. No matter if go east go west. Jest as much test or fest. Its good better best. Vest nest yes. Happiness is in your chest!

1 June 2015

P.S. written at Poetry Smiling. Make that grin into a smile…221651_10150155569982957_624457956_6761033_4333431_n

The New Deal is to Feel

“Don’t Think,…FEEEEL! ”
– Bruce Lee, in “The Way of the Dragon”

“Bruce Berry was a simple man who live on the corner like Dan
Late at night when the people were gone
he used to pick up the guitar
sang a song in a shaky voice
that was real as the day was long”
– Neil Young “Tonight’s the night!!”

Was it only yesterday i tried to say what i was feeling but it came out wrong i must say

How time flies. It was about a year now.