Sometimes i think of the Earth, i think of the cl…
Sometimes i think of the Earth,
i think of the clouds on the other side,
hanging upside down,
and i laugh.
And i draw a man upside down
with magnets on his feet
Archive for October, 2003
1. cut out a spherical hole at the middle of Earth…
1. cut out a spherical hole at the middle of Earth
2. place a sphere of smaller diameter as the hole
the sphere will always stay at the centre of the hole,
won’t it?
"I once heard of a tale of a man who split himsel…
“I once heard of a tale of a man
who split himself in two.
The one part never changed at all;
the other grew and grew.
The changeless part was always true,
The growing part was always new,
And I wondered, when the tale was through,
Which part was me, and which was you.”
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dark as night, the ink of a chinese water-colou…
dark as night,
the ink of a chinese water-colourist is said to come in eight shades of it.
limousines, tuxedos, the exalted eggs of the beluga sturgeon
fade to oblivion without it.
an inland sea, several mountains,
the gemstones of the oyster have come to be known by it.
jil, helmut, yohji
wouldn’t be seen dead in another [...]
a week ago whilst in camp, i overheard one guy ask…
a week ago whilst in camp, i overheard one guy ask another: “how to spell Friday?”
i turned around, and saw a scruffy looking guy, clutching a Nokia 88xx series handphone.
such irony. .. friday.
a strange feeling came over me which bid me fall silent
sheer worlds we live in
those who have not time left and those whose time…
those who have not time left
and those whose time has past
fade silent in the sunset
with shadows that do not last
At early dawn the sky Was both night and both day…
At early dawn the sky
Was both night and both day
On my left the spot light moon
With a cracked window pane
On the other, blueness fading to paleness
fading to tangerine
And I stood in the middle
Willing dawn away
The heavens were a copper red, like blood mixed w…
The heavens were a copper red,
like blood mixed with tears, palely glowing.
The incessant cries of raindrops,
echos I couldn’t turn away from.
It goes on.