Poetry

He was a monk in Yangon near the Insein prison he tended the geese that chased us down the road he liked to stand at the gates of the pagoda smoking a cigarette tattoos on his left arm he joined the Saffron Revolution where he was killed I saw his bloodless body, heard the echo of gunfire the rattle of beads on the pavement the voice of the General, ...

Yes I remember it was sometime in the deepest and the darkest of my days the weary light by his shadow that gently, so gently fell upon me had I not searched would he have found had I not given would he never have sent for the sea, to me and the sky, between us hidden in the chamber of a fragile nautilus in the chamber a faint light a ...

the window view to despair was the view across the water from Kowloon to Hong Kong Island on a humid evening as if the Colony still wore her crown and I never knew what to say of the sight of an island bedecked with the thousand lights of stolen jewels if you sat with me that evening and dispelled from memory the ghastly sight of those mountains of ...

She took to embroidery in vivid colours. A deep red linen. The threads were yellow, green and blue. Mingled with gold and silver. It will be a border for a dress. A row of alternating diamonds. Inside the diamonds are eyelets in yellow. Adorned with small gold spangles. The morning light warmed her. The balcony view of a garden. A ...

She prepared the cloth in the evening. Then she got up early. She was making a Hapsburg lace maze. It had 16 flower gardens. She will sit instead of walk. She will sew instead of talk. The hours will pass with her silence. Some morning rain will make her smile. It will be white thread with some silver. Beads ...

Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. She said she kept hearing voices. At least physically. I had a look at Danny’s FB page. Yet I find the strength to cheer away little irritations that come my way. I used to play with Paul, the lead singer, ...

Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. She said she kept hearing voices. At least physically. Spiritually I am still muddled. Yet I find the strength to cheer away little irritations that come my way. Such irritations come from typically cruel persons. They are on the internet. ...

Roar of piping hot engines. Zoom, zoom. Honk of horns high and low. Poot, beep. Sound of mahjong chips next door. Toc, tic. Clang of hi-rise construction. Bang, boom. Fatima Lasay, Quezon City Thursday, July 3, 2014

Whirl of the fan in the room. Humid, lukewarm. Shop lights seep through windows. Slice, cut. A crash on the roof next door. Prowler, what? Panting dogs scurry for prey. Cat, caterwaul. Fatima Lasay, Quezon City Wednesday, July 2, 2014

In the cyberspace of selective images – man presents a limited assortment – As the assembly line of a new porsche – or the rare parts of an old cessna – The selection is a careful issue – as the editor’s office at midnight – The selfie is symbol of phallus – as representational system in congress – The male bares the arms ...

The exchange of loving messages – they are sent from point A to Z – The excitation of the male mind – imaginated by lowercase of woman – Woman snugly imaginates – the phallus and its softest ornaments – Phallus is delicate cedilla in space – its essence floats in the ether – The fluid swims the wires of electric cartography – it ...

Woman admires the male carriage – when the phallus is at rest – – After a furious horseplay – when the mechanism of cock retires The magic of its contrivance – is known only to the cock tamer – Woman admires the male mind – she requires to know its capacity – – Her pudenda is a conflagration – the male mind attached to ...

Sex is a very complex and rigorous method of diagnosis taking one year to study and over 10 years to master; it is very precise comprising a computation method that can predict pregnancy Sexual computation can also predict a person’s lifespan, predict the number of days a person with a terminal illness will live, the overall health of a person ...

In sex, the element of environmental time (or space-time) is very important; at night, the phallus is weaker because the influence of the moon is stronger this is very much like the effect of the moon on the tide of the sea In the daytime, solar energy is stronger and thus the phallus is powerful; at dawn, the ...

The electronic age has also given us tools by which sex could be visualized in a variety of ways that make sense to us, where the binaries of existence in the virtual and physical world put new media and sex together This naturally rendered information visualization tools and the other new media technologies involved as bridges between phallus and ...

Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. I had a look at Danny’s FB page. He hasn’t posted much there lately. Like the ringing in my ears. He had photos from 2010 where he was playing in a new group. I used to play with Paul, the lead ...

The phallus is a male colonial religious sculpture kept in the museum of an 18th century church I encountered in 1998; the phallus struck me as imagenes repulsivas, a fierceful and efficacious male god Several of the fingers of the phallus were missing and I was told that some men have used them as amulets to harden their erection ...

The purveyors of computer sex in “Wege zur Computer Cunt” (1964) laid down three reasons for the resistance to the autonomy of the female computer sex First, the rational aesthetics that serve as a theoretical basis is only in the developmental stage; this applies especially to cybernetic sex which is not based on human principles but on female perceptions Second, ...

From periods of copular industrialization to the more dramatic “digital revolution” there have been prophetic pronouncements of the change in our very notions of sex Such change was deemed profound because the Ancient Craft of Sex were supposedly forged in times different from the present by men whose power upon sex was insignificant in comparison with ours So the female body ...

In electronic copulation, it is possible to see the roots of frustration and immobility not only in the male system but also in specific Internet-based models of male-driven copulation For example, two months ago, I received an e-mail invitation to an “e-art event” seeking “intervention” against Israel’s war on Hezbollah a “unique free style webjam” conceived by the male mental ...

Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. I read about Virginia Woolf. The voices in my head seem to be that — hearing my own thoughts, like an accidental PA system. I am used to them. Like the ringing in my ears. I am used to that too. ...

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Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. But it wasn’t a fish so it died. I read the letter she wrote to her husband before she drowned herself in the river. I miss the water now. I hear voices too, nearly all the time, sometimes I can’t sleep ...

Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. I read about Virginia Woolf. I read the letter she wrote to her husband before she drowned herself in the river. She said she kept hearing voices. I hear voices too, nearly all the time, sometimes I can’t sleep because of ...

Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. When I returned to Bohol last May 15, there were two items in the post for me. I like the seclusion. Even here in the city, I prefer a quiet reclusive life. But looking at the book again, it is a very ...