วันนี้อ่านบทความออนไลน์ชื่อ′ความเป็นไทย+ความเป็นคน′ โดย เกษียร เตชะพีระ หนังสือพิมพ์มติชนรายวัน ฉบับประจำวันที่ 3 กุมภาพันธ์ 2555 แล้วประทับใจบทกวีเก่า ขอคัดลอกบทกวีเหล่านั้น มาไว้เพื่ออ่านย้อนรำลึกเองอีกครั้งค่ะ MouiI’m not Geek, just a Thai internet addicted gal. Love to be surrounded by good heart people. Follow me on twitter : @moui or Facebook : PoomjitSWebsite – More Posts Technorati: activism, Human Rights, Politics, Thai, จิตร ภูมิศักดิ์
Dead, they become the dust of the slums; Alive, they are the embodiment of their cities; Rushing across, frantic, limbs waving, they scream to the heavens… Seeking what should not be, to be. AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a dying age of reason, empathy and compassion.Website – More Posts Technorati: @Zashnain, life
By the tall trees – a shattered temple from an earlier rule; No monks are there – the cold wall stands oddly. Where the pond shows fair, a dragonfly comes out and suns itself; Where the monstrous tree makes a shade, an hummingbird flies out and around. On ancient flagstones, the pavements are crossed with tall grass; In shadowed galleries, the pictures are patched with moss and age. Even the hall of contemplation is spent and melted away – This[...]
Rain falls heavily during this time, reminding me that there is more in Malaysia than the merciless fury of the monsoon season, spiralling debates that threatens political-suicide, and a growing apathy in a stagnant society. Nature, ensures that Malaysians remember this, though after the storm, society swiftly goes back twirling our thumbs. A cycle that leads to nowhere. AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a dying age of[...]
To see into your eyes is to see the depth of the cosmos; to your words, to hear the laughter, and the limitless joy. They are more than simply the embodiment of our emotions –> they are the universe itself. — AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a dying age of reason, empathy and compassion.Website – More Posts
Towering heights of Kuala Lumpur, majestic, soar unsteadily like flagpoles, precipitous and sheer. Old feet, deserve the pavements. — A walk to the Orang Asli village ~ Like being embraced by time, bountiful, and by the merciful nature, protectively. — I view this realm, this world, with scepticism, how the wonders feed me too much, by the roadside, through the slums, to feel helpless at the homeless as my eyes feast upon those outstretched thin hands. Round the world I[...]
Comforting sight, those angry clouds above. Continuous rumbling of thunder, vicious and gracefully brutal, accompanied by the sudden whiplash, the kiss of the wild wind. Such a day, waiting impatiently for this moment, it promises a cleansing, and its worth the wait. Smile, a tired crooked smile, is what I can offer the menacing sky. So little, yet sincere do the warmth I generate, gratitude to the monstrosity of what seeks to engulf me. The Storm, my moment of calmness.[...]
Divinity dwells there, whose frost-flesh and skin resemble snow, delicate and soft like the skin of an infant; they consume the thoughts of others, they suck the bravery of their foes and drink the morning dew from Nature; they mount on vapours and clouds and fiercely drive the Storm, thus they rove beyond the sea, looking for one such as me. AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a[...]
By the dark crumpled leaves – walking away from an earlier reign, Where the pool is hidden by the mist, a lady swims out seeking the sun, Where the shrubs swallows the hill, a crane flies out and around. On old flagstone, the steles are covered with dried grass, Even the Heart of mine is spent and melted away, This realm of dust still wants more of our grief. AnarchyThe meltdown[...]
“It is a part of the poet’s work to show each man what he sees but does not know he sees.” ~ Edith Sitwell ~ Edith was an English poet and critic; 1887-1964 AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a dying age of reason, empathy and compassion.Website – More Posts Technorati: poet, Quote
Even heroes fuck up, more often than the average mortal, They’re just human, though they admit not, Making the mistakes, the blunder, the slip Don’t expect much from heroes, They’ll end in the gutters, broken and alone, Living out their lives, small dots in the sea of mortality. AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a dying age of reason, empathy and compassion.Website – More[...]
Standing at the edge of the city, surrounded by the twisted buildings, grey from the ever-constant smog, suffocating the life out of remaining surviving trees, and watching helplessly at the sight of utter misery dwelling of poverty; Poverty has name, a cruel almost indescribable brand, the word that people dare not speak of, a word darkened by spite, a meaning of rot and social carnage; Ignorance. AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional[...]
When life comes to a standstill The waves of the universe, Eternal, comes forth Terror at the unknown, petrified, loss Little do we know Life’s bounties hidden in our hearts. AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a dying age of reason, empathy and compassion.Website – More Posts Technorati: Living
