Either you are sorting it out, or you are full of it.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

New Words: Gonfalon and Finial



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Saturday, January 29, 2011

Li and Zhou: Tanks


Did you hear about what’s going on in Egypt?


Yeah, it’s happening all over the Middle East. You know, after Tunisia…


I saw the New York Times.


It’s a horrible paper.


I agree. It’s well-written though.


Maybe, if you want to practice your English. But it’s so biased…


I saw the pictures of the tanks. All the people marching towards the square-




Where were you then?


六四?[June 4th?]




I saw some tanks. I wasn’t in the street.


Me, too.


The crowd pulled a soldier out of one. He didn’t last long.

[They sit in silence.]


This business in Egypt.


It’s a terrible business.

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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Shanghai as a blueprint

Shanghai was a blueprint that I unraveled on an endless table.

As I scanned the surface, the renderings began to warp and bend, suddenly destroying one building with the presence of another. Some areas changed so quickly they seemed to be black holes, maelstroms pulling the surrounding schematics into their tightening whorls.

The labels of many sections coalesced into a strange patois – not Chinese, not English, but something else, pointing to a semantic region boiling with activity.

I spent days poring over the blueprint, trying to reconstruct in my mind a city that I knew could not be constructed. For as soon as I had an idea of it in my mind, I found it had already changed in the blueprint.

I comforted myself in what seemed a futile task with the consolation that maybe, for a moment, as I had the idea in my mind and looked again, I had envisioned a piece of Shanghai.

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Thursday, January 20, 2011

Getting over it

[Ferret is sitting in his room, despondent. Depression talks with him.]


How’re you feeling?


Are you serious?


How’re you feeling?






You’re pathetic.


No, you are. That’s the point, you see?


I’m not going to listen to you.

[Ferret stands up, grabs his guitar, and begins to walk out of the room.]


Do what you want. Fill the air with sounds! Fill up the blank pages of notebooks! You’ll only be surrounded by nothingness in the end… and you know how close to nothingness I am.


I’ll take the risk. It’s all better than talking with you about it.

[Ferret gets up and walks out of the room.]


[shouts at Ferret as he walks away]

You’ll be back! You don’t stay as long as you used to, but you’ll come back. You always do, at least for a little while…

posted by ferret at 12:04 pm  

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Before the procedure

[Fer-mas and Ferret are talking. It’s late at night, and he’s about to take a shower and get ready for bed.]


I just can’t take it.


Don’t worry about it. Before the operation tomorrow the surgeon and the anesthesiologist are both going to come in and talk to you.


That’s what I worry about. They’re going to walk in all confident and unnerve me.


Look, it’s not that bad –


Of course, it’s better than if they weren’t confident at all.


Haha. Right. I wouldn’t worry about it.



Yeah. Nothing to worry about.

posted by ferret at 2:50 pm  

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

False Start #54

My heart, my soul, my subconscious – they are all the same.

They are no longer of interest to me.

Is it because I have come to terms with them? Or rather, come to terms with constantly coming to terms with them?

Or is there some part of it that I have shut out? Neglected? Something left to be awakened? Something I see in others that I – in all of its delight, all of its horror – see in myself?

For anyone who considers themselves the slightest bit a poet, these are the questions that haunt you.

posted by ferret at 12:51 pm  

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

New Words: Heliogabaline and Sesquipedalian



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Monday, January 10, 2011

De pornographia

Pornography has to be the biggest in the US.

What other society in our age could shine a light so deeply into these darkest, most personal, most individual moments?

Further, what society could have felt such optimism when it realized that these moments were not personal at all, but manufactured and all too predictable?

Further still, what society would then have the audacity to think that this archetype lying naked before them was something that could carved up and MADE individual after all?

posted by ferret at 12:54 pm  

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

The Future of China

Did I see it there?

Did I see the future of China

At the empty Expo site

Going over the Lupu Bridge

In the bright morning sun?

The pavilions of pleasantries were exhausted.

All commercial viability had been extracted from the shells

Of buildings, now crumbling like exoskeletons

Shed off in the promise of something new.

In a vacant lot beside the remains,

I saw mechanized infantries parading through parking lots.

The future was coming, rolling in with the morning sun.

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