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Get Lucky No.102
*Writing
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Words:
Tthey are either nonsensical,
funny, serious, visual, emotional, or sentimental. I guess I haven't
seriously intended to build a more skillful craft of writing, I write
on the subjects of my interests or from which I got immense inspirations from. Speaking of
inspiration, here
comes a list of my old time
favorite books, stories & writers.
Forgetful
"What I'm gonna say may be a shock,
Which is certainly worth a buck.
It's... it's... oh my God!
I can't not speak because of the shock
Which strikes me as hard as a rock!"
"Cool down a bit my poor papa.
I think I'd better call my mama.
That's... that's... oh dear God!
I can not speak for I have forgot...
Madam, would you tell me who you are?"
A view in the Autumn Afternoon
Through the narrow space
between the leaves,
A tiny yellow butterfly can be seen
Skipping, dancing here and there casually
In the forest made up of golden light and trees.
She ain't like a busy worker as bees,
But enjoys herself playfully, so care-free -
An innocent act that arouses common jealousy
Of abundant leaves that overlook everything beneath.
Some of them have grown quite impatient, ready
To take the advantage of the passing breeze.
So they start rustling, whirling, falling with joy,
To imitate that graceful dancer in perfect togetherness,
Till they all hit the gound, as fast as can be,
And leave that lonely dancer, still dancing casually.
Versus
At ancient time, we had the natural campfire.
In modern life, we've got the artificial light.
At ancient time, we had the river of stars named after animals.
In modern life, we've got the streetlights shaped in balls.
If we turned back time, we might join our ancestors and dance around the
campfire;
Coming back to real life, we can only turn on TV and stare at the freaky
light.
If we turned back time, we might chase or pet or make friends with animals;
Coming back to real life, we only have them packed up in different sizes of
meatballs.
Where are you going, Mr. Time?
Hello Mr. Time, where are you
going?
None of your business, my boy,
please stay out of my way.
Who goes as well may I ask?
With Miss River as my company.
Hello Miss River, why are you in such a hurry?
To go back home, for sure,
Where I have left long long time ago.
Is it some place that I know?
Sea is its name, Ocean is another.
Hello Big Ocean, glad to meet you eventually.
Too bad I'm leaving as I've planned.
In fact I never stay at a single place.
Are you alone on your trip, that'll be sad.
It's a journey with friends, but no end.
A reader is always luckier than the writer: he only has to worry about how to enjoy the books without going through all the pain of writing them. -- Jorge Luis Borges
A Couple
Today I came to see
her again,
Knowing that she is standing still on the bank
Alone, facing toward the sea
A habit she gets used to eventually
Day by day and day after day.
They told me her beloved is what she expected
But never knew it was me
Who brought her here every single day.
She never changes her facial expression
As a doll bears no human emotions.
But today I witnessed a miracle
Vividly upon her face -- a smile.
And then she jumped into the sea…
A letter they found later goes like this:
"Everyday I come here for you alone
Knowing not if you’ll be home safe and sound.
The waves never cease beating
As my stubbornness the wind never stops mocking
Day by day and day after day.
I’ve known in the shade you always hid
But would never come back to me
Who brought you here every single day.
Why am I fooled by your indecision
As my heart is all ready to take its action?
My faith, as a pebble, I throw away
And my name -- I leave it on the sand."
The Rain No. 050614
The Rain has been falling all day long,
Since Thursday or Monday... I don't know.
In the company of Wind, He sways all over the places,
Happily distresses everything He has met.
That is what I can no longer stand
So I yell to the disturbing expanse
Through my window "knock it off!"
The cool water is all what befalls
My feverish cheeks, from which
my sadness suddenly all vanishes.
I tell myself, "This is how I'm treated."
Quietly I leave the window as it is
To take in the freshness that Rain
Bestows the places He passes by chance.
Perfume
Let the Perfume touch me
As it always wants to
But it's my bare hand that holds it
A bottle filled with smelly liquid.
It's not you who approaches me
(Have you ever wanted to?)
But it's the cursed nature of physics
Busying itself with a sorrowful fool.
Hey People!
"Hey people! hey people!
Will you leave me alone?"
"No we won't! No we won't!
We are here and willing to help!"
"Pray you don't! Pray you don't!
I wanna do it by myself!"
"Oh my lord! Oh my lord!
It is fun to pick up the phone!"
Novels:
In Search of Lost Time by Proust, Persuasion by Austen, Huckleberry Finn by Twain, Silas Marner by George Elliot, Red & Black by Stendhal and of course the famous Don Quixote.
Stories:
How Much Land does a Man Need by Leo Tolstoy.
Writers:
Shakespeare, Lewis Carroll, Edward Lear, Jane Austen, Montaigne, Dostoevsky, Thomas Mann, William Blake, Rudyard Kipling, Henry James, Nabokov.