Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 11 june 2012
I like to be left of centre when it comes to consciousness. To be poor in spirit, even health, but not without faith since the sun has risen for me from the east every morning. And it’s not a grandiose sight or manifestation, just an everyday occurrence like going into the garden and watering the (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 11 june 2012
They doused the salted field with iodine and dreams.
“Except for the barley, let those keep their gold and morning.”
Logos, but for letters.
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There will be snow and rain, same day of fine things.
Mixed up. Mixed, enamel in champlevé
damascening like a dance, the curling, whey hope.
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Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 11 june 2012
You would have known the signs of a harsher winter, and smelt it in the drier air. You would have sensed legacy in the ordinary. You would have known when the soil was ready for spring, and its brambles and bloodroot and later, the azaleas.
I have to return Gerard his favorite book. It’s (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 10 june 2012
Near another Lunar New Year, Marilyn Levine is tired of making briefcases and jackets out of ceramics and zippers when Michael Lucero tells her to restore the candour, his Roman statue wishing the coathanger had the same red as the teapot. This evening, the dakinis expect a conchoidal fracture. (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 10 june 2012
“Who here thinks we’ve done enough window shopping?” The Sixth Dakini is caterwauling, yodels from the Apennines. “Who here wants a new harvest of radish for Ganapati so he’ll live with us in the African baobabs?” The local government is in cahoots with the other deities on the picula (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 10 june 2012
The First Dakini understood Cavafy’s need to summon the horses of Achilles with their amber eyes gazing down at a wilting Patroklus. Ovid tried to do the same, exhorting Raymon Elozua to channel them first through a digital print, then with the same success he had with terracotta and steel. But (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 10 june 2012
“If you can’t find my hairdryer,” the Second Dakini says, “there’s the Bradley in the restroom.” The Bradley can be meaningfully worked into the Third Dakini’s slab of brick clay, now tightly wrapped in plastic to help keep in the moisture. “Clay reconstitutes itself,” the Second (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 10 june 2012
“No one likes a social malady,” the Third Dakini says, unscrolling the rural ordinance against terrace-farming anywhere in or around Arusha National Park. That leaves David Meltzer’s apple chapter with the nagaraja holding a jam biscuit by its teeth, its belly pre-dynastic and egg-shaped. It’s (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 10 june 2012
Cat, strident, independent by nature yet flourishing by its company; reluctant expresser of thankfulness for the gift of nurturing given without demand, yet appreciative for its presence by periodic, limited display of affection with sole, rational reason: to attract and capture the attention of its (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 10 june 2012
Innocent amongst the stones lay a jewel; precious yet unassuming, wanting for nothing of mention to its beauty though beautiful it is; honoring all the essence of nature’s glorious offerings to the beholder’s sense of sight; who in turn, can relish, if but for a moment, with awe, in the unique, (... więcej)
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