Salmonlilies

Tag: the other

  • at each encounter of poetry

    I wish I have the power to tell why poetry but I am too often seized by ‘what is the matter’ when at each encounter, I have much less left to say than before. Is it to excuse myself that it is you that don’t want to be said at all; or is it to…

  • a journey

    It starts from a seed. 1) I do not have a name or a future for this seed. I let the seed be, not knowing it is something or nothing. 2) I give it a time. 3) I and the seed together experience that which we do not know is to become (or not). Our…

  • random thought #3

    象 vague (because I cannot recognize you); but distinct (because I cannot move you) sense of innate other. what would you call this that eats you from within / metamorphoses into … Something forces us to think… an object of a fundamental encounter… its primary characteristic is that it can only be sensed… raises itself…

  • 送友人

    青山横北郭白水绕东城此地一为别孤蓬万里征浮云游子意落日故人情挥手自兹去潇潇班马鸣李白 First four lines capture the event as a painter depicts the scene. From this we depart. this verse, a farewell to us - ”I am not without you” carried with clouds, laden on horses – the long solitary journey begins.  Sun sets in. Our absence is present here *as much as I try to point to…

  • random poem #3

    The man who trekked the Himalayas with a herd of 108 yaks so they may not be slaughtered. His face is so bright

  • The figure a poet is. Is a lover

    When I realize that common discourse takes possession of my other and restores that other to me in the bloodless form of a universal substitute, applied to all the things which are not here, it is as if I saw my other dead, reduced, shelved in an urn upon the wall of the great mausoleum…

  • If your being is the inter-being, then why do you wish to hurt the other?

    THE INTER-SUBJECTIVITY The ‘never-seen’ which characterizes an always displaced and disguised object is immersed in the ‘already-seen’. We do not know when or where we have seen it, in accordance with the objective nature of the problematic; and ultimately, it is only the strange which is familiar and only difference which is repeated. THE UNCONSCIOUS The…

  • the poetic universe

    Elements moving, jumbling about, tugging, scorching skin and senses. Out of the few emerges the many: opposites, rivals, strangers, lovers, commoners – on the stage of poetry, addressing the other: “who are you to me?”, “who am I to you?” The split of you and I, the unknown to you and I. The ever subtle…

  • I am not without you

    I see you, I hear you, I feel you – I know you. I pair and configure you among this/that within my grasp, you remain a mystery. Yet you are not without me; and I am not without you. I call this “I without the other” the negative, the false.I call this “I with you”…