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.

The Reaper

Axe over his shoulder

dripping blood.
He smiles
with a farmer’s pride.

This is harvest season,
and reaping has begun,
he’ll stock up his barn,
with fresh round crops.

By Emma

***The image corresponding to this poem is violent and graphic in nature, but can be viewed here***

The Scream

I’m at the end
of the lone bridge,
under the blood-soaked sky
above the sunless sea.

Its dark waters the burial sight
of millions before me.

I hear the ominous thunder
of their boots.

The scream lingers
on the bridge
while the waves wipe
away my existence.

By Emma

Promises -- By Man in Black Suit

Paul Delvaux"The Village of Mermaids"(1942)

Please wait for me, Miss Mermaid.

I will come back,
After I have my debt got paid.

I will bring what you have said.
I will give what you lack.
Please wait for me, Miss Mermaid.

I will bring you pieces of jade.
I will give you a notebook of Mac.
After I have my debt got paid.

I will not delay.
I will call you back.
Please wait for me, Miss Mermaid.

I will not let you wait for a decade.
I will send you messages through Jack.
After I have my debt got paid.

I will not let my heart be persuaded.
I will not let your heart be cracked.
Please wait for me, Miss Mermaid.
Until I have my debt got paid.

By Cindy Kwok = P

Anne Frank, one of the Jews' confession

Everything was written down,

in my diary, no excuse

If it wasn’t you or your dog, whom we could accuse?

Millions of our people were killed down town

Some of us had to hide against your abuse

Everything was written down

At night, fears of hearing bomb sound

Murdering, a way for you, Nazi, to be amused

If it wasn’t you or your dog, whom we could accuse?

We escaped, from Germany to Netherlands, wished you wouldn’t be around

Everyday task was listening to the British news

Everything was written down

One day, truth will be found

Innocent people being killed, were Jews

If it wasn’t you or your dog, whom we could accuse?

What you were doing, was to prove you were a politician of great renown?

Sacrifice millions of Jews

Everything was written down,

If it wasn’t you or your dog, whom we could accuse?

‘Dogs of War No.1’:

Blondi’s Villanelle

“Hitler allegedly taught his dog Blondi the Nazi Party salute”.

We really are ‘just good friends’ though of course I knew
There was something deep down not at all quite right.
But don’t blame us dogs – we didn’t kill six millions Jews!

As time went on in the bunker, yes, I intuited a few
‘Anomalies’ in his demeanour that to me seemed slight,
We really are ‘just good friends’ though of course I knew

From Eva that the story outside our garden was bad news
Yet I sniffed out no one getting ready for sudden flight,
So, don’t blame us dogs – we didn’t kill six million Jews!

I even asked the Goebbels children for their honest views
But they seemed sleepy and dozed a lot in the neon light,
We really are ‘just good friends’ though of course I knew

There would be trouble as the sound of distant bombing grew
And one by one the half-drunk soldiers said it would be ‘tonight’.
No, don’t blame us dogs – we didn’t kill six million Jews!

He forced my snout apart and swallowing hard I then threw
Up on the betrayer before the light grew dim and all was night.
We really weren’t good friends and of course by then even I knew.
You wouldn’t blame us dogs – I couldn’t kill six million Jews!

Nature Photography – Sad and Joyful

By Cindy Kwok

I Have a Dream: A New Text Toy..

I wanted to share this even though it is something a little different.

This is a computer-generated image I created at wordle.net from Dr. Martin Luther King's iconic 1963 "I Have a Dream" speech. The complete transcription and video with full audio of the speech is available here.

I thought it was fascinating that an entire speech could be sifted through by a computer, the most frequently occurring words picked out, and an image accurately representing a text can automatically be made.

If you have any favorite prose or a poem you recently wrote, it would be interesting to enter it into this tool and see what comes up.

Addio

I saw this



then I thought about this


(La Belle Dam Sans Mercie - by John William Waterhouse 1893)

And then I wrote down this

Addio (by Ignorance)

“Please don’t leave, they are sending you to eternity!
Nothing is worse than lost my dear over frontier.”
“I must go, to liberate the Holy City.”

“What you will see in the Islamic country
is only sand, stone, sword and spear…
Please don’t leave, they are sending you to eternity.”

“POPE calls us to give the paynim their penalty.
The reward he promised is wealth and honor.
I must go, to liberate the Holy City.”

“In the bloody battlefield, there is no glory.
We just buried my brother’s empty bier last year.
Please don’t leave, they are sending you to eternity.”

“Don’t worry, just pray for me.
I will return in the victory cheer.
I must go, to liberate the Holy City.”

“I beg you stay here
with a jar of lover’s tear…
Please don’t leave, they are sending you to eternity.”
“I must go, to liberate the Holy City!”

A Weary Rower

The Weary Rower By Bluewind

Rowing among capturing confusions –
My friend, help me,
I am wearied by depression.

Lonesomely resist swallowing quicksand –
My friend, just why,
Am I doing this pointless demand?

All seems unreal, all seems dreamy,
the lurid visions of half-concrete realm.
Among which desires revealed,
Am I a player or a watcher?

A surreal art, a dream made concreted
With much relief and anxiety.
With baffling images, and special creation
Why are we having disturbing visions?

Villanelle to a depressed pollock

Villanelle to Pollock

- Mark

To form do not keep.

Color outside the lines,

Now do not weep.

On to paper, your solitude, let it creep.

Pour it out,

To form do not keep.

A painting, a movement, an angry sweep.

Use your colors, let it out.

Now do not weep.

Let the colors run deep,

An autumn brown, maybe some black.

To form do not keep.

Let the colors seep,

Black splatters, and brown, and gold

Now not weep

And it is over, now sleep

On canvas it is complete.

To form do not keep.

Now do not weep.

A Weird Street

A Weird Street (by Lui)
[Just the tutorial exercise trying out the Villanelle
Not a good one........]

On a weird street I am wandering
Everyone looks the same, they all like dolls
How strange are the things they all are doing!

A young girl chasing behind her sibling
She should be soon kicked and fall on the floor
On a weird street I am wandering

A puppet like boy on the street walking
He walks in a way that would never fall
How strange are the things they all are doing!

A cook with a big head is here standing
Seems that his shoulders are a bit too small
On a weird street I am wandering

A child with a mature face is playing
Holding a pat and pointing at a ball
How strange are the things they all are doing!

Why a man outside a shop is climbing?
Like spiderman who can stick on the wall
On a weird street I am wandering
How strange are the things they all are doing!

Untitled By Bluewind

Beauty, my friend, is not love at first sight.
Be slow, patient, and cast out the shallow sight.
For some beauty are beyond shallow light.

They say “beauty is what you see with eyes
But too sad, eyes see things that’s all too light
Beauty, my friend, is not love at first sight.

With patience, respect, and attitude that’s right,
Only then we see with great insight.
For some beauty are beyond shallow light.

Impatience, sometimes, cost you great delight.
For value, often, is hidden from daylight
Beauty, my friend, is not love at first sight.

Inspect the beauty concealed with great pride,
And then we’ll see them with tremendous joy.
For some beauty are beyond shallow light.

Have you, my friend, acquired the wise sight
Of seeing things with your spiritual eyes?
Beauty, my friend, is not love at first sight
For some beauty are beyond shallow light.

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A modest proposal: Please see the Ekphrasis of this work with a different perspective.

The joker

Fancy Feast

It was spied in a window last Sunday

The sweetest white bag of Versace

But take a closer look

And give props to the cook

For it's dessert of a fashionable gourmet!

Girl Doing Her Homework

Girl doing her commentary

The time is now three thirty

Can you give her one more coffee?

A Visual Poetry - No worries

my reference: http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=HK&hl=zh-TW&v=mu9FPb-TZuk
(personally, i highly recommend you watch this video as well. )

The Scream -- A Silly Poem

"The Scream" by Edvard Munch (1893)


The Scream -- A Silly Poem
by Cindy Kwok

The Late Spring

The Late Spring By Bluewind

At last, spring has come
To its end that we all shall.
Time is changing, tide is coming
All things shall change, as long destined.

Groom, bloom and wither,
All flowers go through this designed cycle.
And then, depart, onto the water,
Carried away as if no one remember.

As flowers float with water,
I bid my heartfelt farewell.
I shall not linger untimely
but swiftly wave and cease to be.

I’m still pretty as I leave
You shall not see how I weep and grieve
May you remember how I made you happy
How I left a mark upon your stirless being.

Moonlight

Photographed by Ariana Winter

A harmonious night with full moon

Full passions for a charming loon

They watch stars under the poon

Alas! Enormous tides come so soon!

Wash away the sandcastles we have made...

Entschuldigung, love for you is going to fade

The sky is black, blue and bay,

and you, so far away

I still remember the night

We have a big fight,

Never get things just right

Aye, they are beyond my might

You, no longer in my sight

Though, always remember, you are so bright

In a dark night, you are the light

Aren't you? Quite.

On a bridge

Loneliness lingers
or solitude in darkness?
You say it's hunger!

Vent- Call for Literary Journal Submissions

The Vent tree is requesting your prose

Whisper something and see how it grows

So get up to the task

Because the tree asked

And the tree is fantastic and glows 

The floor is open for limericks on this image!!

Heyoka

Emerged from a flash on a furious night

Heyoka violently reveals its sight

Blinding, paralyzing,  angry and bright

With talons of endless electric might

Freeze.

And just as fast, the creature has passed

to it's natural state, we're safely surpassed

And trembling in terror, I humbly ask 

Once assured it's gone away at last:

Great Bird, What do you do, where do you go

When storms pass and cease to provide abode?

Joan Miro The Birth of the World

Sun as a red dot
black mountain looks a bit odd
they are created by God

Such art

The green is dirty
The black smudge heavy at heart
There is trouble with such art

The girl I love

The girl I love
By Justin

Sew,

Trust, a scared shield that I kept to myself

Love, a blind feeling I did not know

As uncertainty begins to brew

He suspects if the love is really true

Valid points but without a care

Ignorant, of what the truth bares

Cheeks cleaned from flowing tears

Doubts arise, producing panicky fears

Not knowing if the man she loves, truly cares

He tends to her broken wings.

Compassion from his heart he sings

To Staggered feathers in disarray

To a dispirited angel that has fallen a gray

He tries to use his words to convey

The love he has for her in this way

“Maxie, do not fall astray,

For I love you without betray.

Even though I might sway,

And forget about valentine’s day,

I am here to stay forever in love, if that’s ok?”

He comforts her with his encouraging warmth...

oh how he prays!

Will she heal, or will she keel?

Maxie, the girl I love.

repost:My old mate

I killed a person
Whom I value as much as my son,
As unique as the sun,
With whom I used to be one.

Just a day,
Just an ordinary day,
Controlled by the destiny of fate,
I became the person he hates.

It’s an excuse to my dismay,
And there is always a moment I can choose my way.
But in this play I wronged my mate,
He has been falling since that day.

If I can’t save him I will never be gay,
A cold, hardened sphere with no ray,
You said everything’s gonna be okay,
Then TELL ME how to change his fate!!!!!

by MMMMMAAAAAAXXXXXXXXXX

"The Scream", and "I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud"

You Can Have My Lolly

Sister, sister, I want some poppy

You want a squatty potty?

Brother, or you want a lolly

There are so many kinds

You should keep in mind

Lolly is for man kind

You can get one from mine

Whatever color is fine

Up or down, left or right

From both sides

There how many slides?

null, eins, zwei?

The ‘reality’ lies

Where are you looking at

The sky or the flat?

Look down, everything is so polished

Look up, nothing is burnished

Everything might be vanished

A city underground

Nobody has ever found

A Tarot Reading

A Tarot Reading By Bluewind

“Pick a card” she said hard
“To see what fate has got to hide”
Across the table, behind the veil,
I trust my future to a stranger.

To choose a card, I was stirred
Purely by guts, or by instinct.
A piece of cardboard, held in my palm,
Telling the tale of unknown future…………….so to speak.

The World reversed, spells of unluck.
Of confinement and task undone.
Out of the tent, the heart shadowed,
By the omen and th’ fear for future.

Yet two years from then, I have left home.
To Asia, Europe and some more.
Seeing things I never had,
Completing tasks I never thought.

Back to home, back to tent,
The liar is still behind the veil.
“Pick a card” again she says.
What nonsense this time will she say?

Maternity Haikuuuuuuuuuuuu

Men give only sperms,
the 21 chromosomes,

women give their lives.

The Birth of the World

The Birth of the world By Bluewind
The world was void --------- and
Without forms of any kind.
And God said: Let there be light,
Born all being into the plight.

Complex, tangled and drowning,
All living struggled through their being.
Someone attempted in between,
To escape, yet crippled,
By their cowardice.

A great, wide swamp, the world being
While living within, crawling and struggling.

Haiku: Motherhood

Motherhood By Bluewind

As my first life scale,
you have always been the one
through my swinging life.

Ekphrasis Inspiration

Let me walk.
Walk ahead.
Walk slow.
Walking onwards, nowhere to go.


Through places bright, yet empty.
Through alleys, cold and unfriendly.
Through death, through life.
And all that exists in the middle.


And then I will stop.
When the journey is over.
And reflect.
On what I saw what I did.


Yet.


I have walked through
And not been.
For I am a walker that is not seen.
Free to look yet not to touch.
Just walk through.
There is no rush.


So like water again I start.
I move.
Walking ahead.
Walking slow.
Yet walking fast with nowhere to go.

a farmgirl's tale

I love good peanuts
Just like how you like shellfish
Without the flavour......