Poem for a rainy day - Electra!

Electra!

She killed him.

You killed her.

Who’s to kill you?

Oh! Electra.

Love (for your mother) will.

Poem for February - Flower in the pigsty

Pig is a profane animal, so is woman.

Both bath in the muddy pond.

The temple is pure.

The lord is mighty.

The keeper whistles:

It is time to say your prayer.

The pig squeals, so does the woman.

Both worship in the dirty pigsty.

Feed a pig with greasy leftovers.

Dress a woman with thorny flowers.

They will be dancing happily.

The hair grows, so does the flower in the pigsty.

A womb carries no prophet but babi*.

(Yet, it used to be your little room for prayer.)

豬圈里的花
豬是一種褻瀆的動物，女人也是。
雙方在滿是泥濘的​​池塘里洗澡。

神殿多純潔。
造物者多強大。
門將吹起口哨：
你禱告的時間到了。
豬開始尖叫，女人也是。
雙方在骯髒的豬圈裡朝拜。
用油膩的剩飯剩菜餵養一隻豬。
用棘手的鮮花為一個女人打扮。
他們將愉快地跳起舞。
頭髮長着，豬圈裡的花也是。
子宮里沒有懷着先知，只有豬。
（而它曾經是你小小的祈禱室。）

*Babi is pig in Malay. The word is often used as a derogatory and racist remark toward Chinese in Malaysia.

Medusa is blind.

The hair grows, so do the flowers in the pigsty.

Poem for January - A poetess was born.

我是女人，
我將不是詩人，
如果詩的土地由
男人來守。
我是詩人，
我將不是女人，
如果女人的世界由
男人來主。

要是女人，
要是詩人，
在被守的國度，
要瞞天過海,
在陰道進退之間，
要把女詩人生出來,

因為女人的結合體，
是詩。

I am a woman,
I will not be a poet,
If the land of poetry 
is watched over by man.
I am a poet,
I will not be a woman,
If the women's world
is dictated by man.

Ought to be a woman， 
Ought to be a poet,
Ought to cross the borderlines
of the fortified kingdom. 
Ought to give birth a poetess
In the back and forth between the *vagina.

Because the composition of a woman, 
Is poetry.

*Tao of Yin

Talisman

I had a poem as a talisman from a friend few years ago. I copied the poem by hand and kept it in my drawer. From time to time, I will open the drawer and read it out loud. And life moves on.

This new series of photographs in organic form that I shot at my balcony with my favorite things will be the talismans that I made for you.

Here is the poem.

Tu es plus belle que le ciel et la mer

Quand tu aimes il faut partir
Quitte ta femme quitte ton enfant
Quitte ton ami quitte ton amie
Quitte ton amante quitte ton amant
Quand tu aimes il faut partir

Le monde est plein de nègres et de négresses
Des femmes des hommes des hommes des femmes
Regarde les beaux magasins
Ce fiacre cet homme cette femme ce fiacre
Et toutes les belles marchandises

II y a l'air il y a le vent
Les montagnes l'eau le ciel la terre
Les enfants les animaux
Les plantes et le charbon de terre

Apprends à vendre à acheter à revendre
Donne prends donne prends

Quand tu aimes il faut savoir
Chanter courir manger boire
Siffler
Et apprendre à travailler

Quand tu aimes il faut partir
Ne larmoie pas en souriant
Ne te niche pas entre deux seins
Respire marche pars va-t'en

Je prends mon bain et je regarde
Je vois la bouche que je connais
La main la jambe l'œil
Je prends mon bain et je regarde

Le monde entier est toujours là
La vie pleine de choses surprenantes
Je sors de la pharmacie
Je descends juste de la bascule
Je pèse mes 80 kilos
Je t'aime

Blaise Cendrars, Feuilles de route, 1924

 

Light travels and will continue doing so between planets.

solstice festival, morning sunshine, 2012

Change 2013

The end of the world will only happen to those who are unwilling to change. Let's say goodbye to 2012 passionately because it has been such a special year in Malaysia for things start to move from the people.

May 2013 brings us hope, love, courage and justice.

Pork Stall in Malaysia

祝大家中秋節快樂！

我變！
我變！
我變！
變！
變！

正義真理若是像月有陰晴圓缺，
我老孫惟有打消西天取經大願。

變！
變！
變！
變天啊！

Lovers at Merdeka Day, 2012

I met this couple of Superman and Superwoman at China Town in Kuala Lumpur this afternoon.
Send us more Supermen and Superwomen! The justice needs to be done!

瘋狗弒主，變天吧！ happy rebirth to malaysia :P

主餓了？
狗愛主，
狗敬主，
狗護主，
為糊口，
為棲身，
為仗勢。

溜溜狗，
看看狗，
走走狗。

主餓了！
主餓了！
天垮啦！

To Be Teoh Lee Lan In 1 Minute

We almost forgot what happened to Beng Hock and his family. It has been 3 years and not much has been done.
Will Beng Hock get his justice? The Prime Minister's silence says a thousand words.

I do not blame you, Maharaja, for hitting an innocent man. For, cruelty comes quick to the powerful.  

Yudhisthira to Virata (The Book of Virata)

http://teohbenghock.org/

May 13, 1969

Lie Detector

Construction of Memory

Flag of Memory

Nothing on the mainstream media today about May 13. I thought I should remind myself what it was all about.

The Ghost of May 13, 1969

Umno used May 13 to cocoon Malays

Remembering 13 May

In one's home town

"The idea first came to me when I looked out of my window one morning, seeing how beautiful the morning light reflected in the water and on the boat located directly opposite my house in the canal. I wanted to do something with this. Secondly, I went and cycled in neighbourhoods where I normally don't go and I realized that most people on the street were not white. I had the feeling I had entered a different city, another country. I realized that one is ready to go along any path, take any side street when one is on vacation, but one is less likely to deviate from one's routine in one's home town."

Johan van der Keuken talked about his documentary "Amsterdam Global Village"

Departure, Pantai Remis, 2012

They need the seat more than we do.

Never forget Beng Hock, Apr 28, 2012

Lynas Out + Angry Lobster, Apr 28, 2012

Group of Macik, Apr 28, 2012

Don't lie, Apr 28, 2012

Do you really care?, Apr 28, 2012

The Idea of Oneness, 428

We talk about it, we think of it. We believe in it.

Our history deserves a better ending.

See you there.

別怕。我們已經長大。

something from Pahang growing in my garden

After a frustrated day, nothing was more comforting than seeing the small lorry parked in front of the Mamak stall when I was walking home from Seputeh KTM station. The vendor who was a sly man always tried hard to convince me to pick some old and unsold durians. Still, I bought my durian, normally only one, and walked up the hill with smile. I was happy. The durians, whether D24 or Musang King, as the vendor told me, were collected from the orchard in Pahang.

One day, I decided to keep three seeds from what I ate and planted them at my balcony in Seputeh. Like most Malaysians, I have been eating durian long before I learned how to speak, but I haven't had any chance to see a durian tree growing from zero. So, here are the photographs of these curious and beautiful plants.

吃過文冬的榴櫣，就是喝過彭亨州的水。希望那里的土地可以長久養生。

HANCUR LYNAS - Solidarity with People in Pahang.

Between dirty money and trees,
which green do you prefer?


There is no return.

春望 2012， 恭喜！恭喜！

Hao Qing at balcony, Pantai Remis, 2012

Happy Chinese New Year to you.

To 2012, a year of political changes!

To Malaysians: Happy 2012 !

亂像是改變的前兆。

讓我們為2011年干杯，積極備戰2012年！

Disorder is the sign of change.

A toast to 2011 and be prepared for 2012!

Upside-down Democracy

Why do Malaysians need one voice and one vision if at the end this oneness will only lead us to the existential impasse?
The strength and charm of our culture is in its diversity and differentness. Our country is 54 years old and still she can't walk. In another 50 years, she will die in regrets.
Today, injustice rules our society and lies are mistaken as realities and truths. They always claim how much they love this land and their people.

In the name of love, save the country!

The Weaver at the Melaka Art and Performance Festival

"The Weaver" installation view at TTCLC in Melaka, 2011

My new work "The Weaver" was shown at Tun Tan Cheng Lok Centre in Melaka during the Melaka Art and Performance Festival last weekend (18-21 Nov). The installation draws heavily on the Maternity Home history of this Heeren Street site and the most private of trauma, embedded in both memory and body …

The body still remembers how the end of love was pronounced in anger, and the fear found no comfort in the empty bed. It is like a movie, I know. It is not real, I know. It is Death. Somehow, the maternal instinct is determined to bring death to life. 

Like Psyche, a journey to the Underworld seems inevitable...

digital print on fabric, embroidered and sewn by artist, 3.5 x 1.5 m

shots captured during sewing process

把死生回來，黃錦樹在他的小說中建議。 現實中流產的生命和愛情，就在藝術的想像里回魂吧。