Poem for May - No Ordinary Malay

Adam left Eve, the snake
and the rest of the apple
Adam left his Eden
to join the people
in their half abandoned garden
The people welcome him,
and will love him.

Adam left the impasse, to embrace
a new journey, Adam left his Eden
voluntarily, to join the people
in their halfway walk
The people walk by him,
and will never leave him.

Adam Adli is no ordinary
Malay.

An old poem for Today

Time hunter is but a merciless lover

Freeze!
She runs, he fires,
the time bleeds
to death, no heaven,
no hell, shall come
to claim the frozen
being,

He swallowed, in time,
the expired body


2008

Ini kalilah!

It is our human right to dream of something better. And this is the time for a change.

Kill the beast.
Kill the noisy, arrogant and clownish beast
With firecracker!
With light! 
With mirror!
We all know your clumsy tricks.

Future Voter v.s. MCA

Kopitiam v.s. Police Station

New v.s. Old

Spring doesn't forget Malaysians!

冬雪三尺

朋友說紐約的花都盛開了。
是的，我在紐約時報上看見
那裡的女人与郁金香
和春天爭艷。
她們不怕冷。

而我們這裡
失序的季節，是誰
一手遮天？
落葉無聲墜下，
明福之冤深冬雪三尺
這裡常年帶孝的女人
不再照鏡，因為
春天不來。

春天還沒來。

Poem for Monday - Open, O Sesame.

Once a passionate and devoted collector of art

Opened his cave of treasure to Ali Baba

Choose anything you fancy.

Pick one, insists the self-taught connoisseur.

Ali Baba was caught in a sudden dilemma,

for he preferred gold than any art form of make-believe.

He then pointed at a bag of gold coins.

How about this?

It is the best trompe l'oeil in my collection, laughs the collector.

It cost me exactly the same amount of gold coins painted on the canvas.

The collector’s revelation only confirmed Ali Baba one thought:

He has entered the wrong cave.

Or maybe the cave was a flawless facade by a Sunday painter.

Open, O Sesame.

Only the disciples of Magritte knows the trick of the spectacle.

Sculptures

Poem for April Fool - Air Art Championship

By chance, I have learned about the Air Guitar Championship
where the rocker's tailored instrument entertained the agitated crowd.
The make-believe art has had a long history.
Wait a minute, I hear hoorays from the Air Art Championship.
It must be the Plato's cave which is hosting a party for our contemporaries.

The Public Gathering

Poem for March - Ready To Die

Keep the animal in a tiny space

Where to get dirty and fatted

For one more night

Feed it again and again

Though it is far from being starving

Much to your surprise,

Its throat can swallow deeper

Its stomach can expand further

Its eyes can open wider

For the body has no organ

The truth is:

 Nobody is ready to die.

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