Dear Professor Asker,

Thank you for the very interesting course this semester! I have greatly enjoyed it and for me it is such a shame that you are leaving as I am sure students from the following years would have been greatly benefited from you teaching the course. But I wish you all the best on whatever you are planning on doing. And I can't wait to get my assignment back. :D

Happy summer holiday!

A Gypsy's Monologue

A Gypsy's Monologue By Bluewind

Going on a journey swiftly
Capitalism, Communism, Socialism or whatever,
Never have I cared seriously.

People in life rushing speedily,
Here and there, yet never ever,
Going on a journey swiftly

Packing luggage and a heart made ready
People protest, prosecute yet never –
Have I ever cared seriously.

Taking a way travelled scarcely,
Upon a wall, drinking and smoking,
Going on a journey swiftly.

Birth cert and will lamely written,
Projects, documents and papers stupid,
Never have I cared seriously.

To live life real, destroy these quick.
Look for things that value truly.
Going on a journey swiftly,
Never should you care seriously.

Unconsoled

Unconsoled By Bluewind

Broken –
I am shattered in this wretch.
So broken, so shattered,
I don’t know if I’ll ever survive.

They opened a hole on me,
Stuff in all kinds of stuffs,
They say: C’est la vie,
So you shouldn’t defy.

Hurt –
Yet tis what I clearly feel,
Yet they say: tis not true,
You’re merely in a self-pity feel.

Yet they scream inside,
Desiring to free outside.
“What a loser!” said outside,
“to be crying all the time!”

Yet they never see,
The wound that hurts behind.
The wound hidden from sights,
For they only see,
What they want to see.

Secretly –
I heal by my own.
Hidden from the view,
I doubt if they knew.

C’est la. They say.
This is how you should behave.
Yet who ever cares to know,
The pain that never cease to be?

This work seems untimely as the semester is almost finished. But what I am trying to say is that art and literature is not and should not be something confined by academic learning. Outside our university life, there is a world much bigger outside and art and literature should expand much more after that.

I am quite troubled by some family problems these few days. During this time, I happened to come across Ishiguro's The Unconsoled and realize that the tone and the mood of the novel coincide my feelings and situations now. From this lurid state of mind come this confused and confusing work.

Cheese cake fantasy           by choconoir

Friendship

Frog suit
Butterfly costume
Rabbit Ears

All on my bed

I will not forget all the rainbow days we spent together.


Frog suit
Butterfly costume
Rabbit Ears

May be somewhere under your bed

Will you forget all the happy memories we had together?


Illustration and poem by Cindy Kwok = P

The fly catcher

The fly Catcher
- Mark

He cries.
Listen.
Can you hear him?
I can,
But his cry grows faint.

Lost in diamonds,
Can you see him?
I can.

Yet.

His form quivers.
Wile he raps on lifes boundaries.
Searching for hope,
In its parched tributaries.

He scratches at his diamonds,
To take it with him, he tries.
But,
There is no life left.
So gently he dies.

Now, I cant hear him.

His mother cries.
The flies have made him home.

So life goes on..
Or not..
Eitherway,
Listen.
I hear the maggots giggle.

Unsure

Unsure. By Bluewind

In vast vagueness, figures move.
Dans l’heure entre chien et loup.
Are you a friend, or are you a foe?
Are you a saint, or a wretched soul?

Shadow lengthens, figures approaches.
‘Tis the hour beings confuse (d)
At split images, he really wonders:
Do we all have the two sides of us?

Cease to tell, since ‘tis hard to tell
“Who is a good guy?” who can tell?
Good and bad exist equally well.
Dans l’heure entre chien et loup.