July 23, 2011 § Leave a comment
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June 21, 2011 § Leave a comment
want a bucket full
of ice to dissipate this
brain crushing pressure
teaching young children
makes me want to vomit when
they scream so loudly
hiking with stranger:
he stops i stop i go he
goes. no words exchanged.
devoured a book
as if my life depended
on words on pages
boarding a plane soon.
are foreign to me.
Dear immune response,
what you do is important
but it feels like shit
Dear Facebook people,
who are you and why do you
friend me? Have we met?
sometimes i think a
bout oxygen and there is
no way we are real
deep and wide. be a
big bowl she says to me but
i dont understand
sometimes we know more
than we can put into words.
so please stop. just go.
these haiku are not
as good as my previous
batch. blah blah blah blah.
June 16, 2011 § Leave a comment
I’d love to see a version featuring brains.
I love brains.
I love hearts.
I love livers and kidneys and gall bladders and intestines too. But I don’t really know what our gall bladders do. But I’m pretty sure they do something important.
Sometimes I can’t believe that the physical manifestations of ourselves really exist. Life truly is a miracle. Call it evolution, call it god, call it life-force-universal-energy, I don’t care. We are amazing creatures.
May 27, 2011 § 4 Comments
May 19, 2011 § 7 Comments
I don’t know why, but I’ve been quite sensitive to visual imagery these days. My latest fascination is Synesthesia, a short film directed by Terri Timley not too long ago:
The film cleverly attempts to expose the inner experiences of people with synesthesia, a neurological syndrome in which the senses merge with one another. For example, in synesthetic individuals, the activation of a visual pathway will also activate the auditory signals so that one may “hear” the color blue as distinct from “hearing” the color yellow. There are many fascinating varieties of synesthesia — some individuals automatically have a color association to a given letter or number, some will hear different sounds depending on the movements they see, and some “feel the personalities” of different days of the week. Amazing isn’t it?!?
Gosh. Why do drugs exist? All we need is fascinating art combined with our fascinating brains.
Dear friends and acquaintances and nonexistent lovers, enjoy your day. Breathe in good air and smile! :)
May 18, 2011 § 2 Comments
Excuse my language, but those images mindfuck me to the core.
Daehyun Kim (also known as Moonassi), a Seoul-based artist with a background in oriental art, conveys poignant portrayals of our fundamentally solitary minds. They resonate with disturbing honesty.
Upon first laying my eyes on these drawings something odd happened — a wave of impact forced my head back and I felt a rush of energy flowing from my head, through my neck, shoulders, upper arms…all the way to each fingertip.
I’ve never reacted so strongly (and consciously) to art before.
Imagine someone out there had peered into the confines of your mind. Or no. It’s the other way around. You are peering into the confines of another’s mind. And it is both scary and exciting because you realize that the artist’s confines mirror your own. You almost feel exposed.
This is quite a shift from happy Asian babies isn’t it? Ah well, we can all use a little mind perplexion every once in a while. Hope all of you are doing well — enjoy your day!
April 27, 2011 § 7 Comments
James Reynolds, a London-based artist, photographed a series of former Death Row prisoners’ requests for their last meals before their execution.
What an intriguing concept (not to mention the appropriately sterile yet profound visual style). I wonder what variables these now-deceased prisoners’ thought about as they requested their last meal. Taste? Texture? Past memories associated with the food? Nutritious value?
At this point in my life, I think I’d request the following: Trader Joe’s red bell pepper hummus, fresh carrot sticks, and a spicy tuna roll with ginger on the side. And a cup of hot tea. Oh, and an orange (or a grapefruit). And Jack-in-the-Box’s curly fries (with ketchup).
What would you request? (And why?)