Metaphors empower us

A very interesting talk! Metaphor is a way of thought, it is essential to help us to understand ourselves and others, how we communicate, learn, discover and invent.

it makes X = Y possible...

Artist. Retrospection.

(photo: impossible projects-polaroids collection)

Last week I met up with a photographer and we shared many things and I told him my story and my dream.


afterall...what he said to me was really causing paradox of myself... I started to feel pizzled and doubts emerged...


he said 'you are so funny... I do not get what are you doing...what do you look for...you do not want to earn much money, you do not want fame,

it seems like you only want to make good photos, you are not a model, you are an artist......'



and he was quite true...I suddenly realised that...









Artist...



yes I am.

(except I have come to Paris and was deeply cultivated by the inspring atmosphere...then started to write poems--)


like my metaphor I made to my mum who questioned me long time ago...why I do all these taking up so much time and 'transportion costs' for test shoots...


The Metaphor is...


A painter do not draw because of how much the drawing could sell for, and he will never ever take into account how long he had drown a picture or how much he had spent on the materials...



We all do things we love with passion.



with no regrets...



nothing in vain.

A song or a poem?

Regina’s lyrics, as always, are extremely beautiful and poetic
this song is so poetic to a certain extent that I think she is singing out a poem!

her voice is perfect to present the mood of the song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLx9dudmIq4&NR=1



Regina Spektor - Braille

She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks
She hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god
so she named the baby Elvis
to make up for the royalty he lacked

And from then on it was turpentine and patches
From then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
They were just two jerks playing with matches
'Cause that's all they knew how to play

And it was raining cats and dogs outside of her window
And she knew they'd be destined to become
sacred roadkill on the way
And she was listening to the sound of heaven shaking
thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes

'Cause it's been turpentine and patches
It's been cold, cold Campbell's from the can
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
'Cause that's all they knew how to play
What they knew how to play

Elvis never could carry a tune
and she thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon
She was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin saying,
Well, why don't I begin again
with turpentine and patches
with cold, cold Campbell's from the can
After all I'm still a jerk playing with matches
It's just that he's not around to play along
yeah, I'm still an asshole playing with candles
Blowing out wishes, blowing out dreams
Just sitting here and trying to decipher what's written in Braille upon my skin
this skin...

She was lying on the floor and counting stretch...
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch...
She was lying on the floor lying, lying...
counting stretch....

A sharing of good work : With Eyes Shut Tight- Marian Barker

With Eyes Shut Tight- Marian Barker

With eyes shut tight
I see his face so clear
His smile, his eyes
The way he combs his hair

With eyes shut tight
I hear him breathing near
My senses are intense
I feel that he is here

With eyes shut tight
The world is just we two
Sharing hopes and dreams
Just like we used to do

With my eyes open wide
I quickly realise
I only fantasise
With eyes shut tight

I dunno what to say, but just want to say...

Last night in my dream,

I climbed on your body when we re-encounter,

I could not see the entire face,
it was blurry and bright

I let out a tear that seemed ready,
it made a little hot track down my cheek.

My heart retracted.

I was searching the scent from you
satisfing my sense
seemed like I have succeeded

so real.

the scent that I missed for ages,
alien but familiar and intimate

the scent of security,
the scent of warmth,
and the scent of rushing blood

the scent that I cannot missed for the second time.

I laughed at myself:
knowing that you care about me doesnt mean that our love will grow again


I couldnt control my unconciousness;
and according to Freud, unconciousness is the storehouse of instinctual desires and needs.

[end of the poem section]











[This is not a poem, but I would like it to be]

I had too much to talk to you, do you know?

but I don't know how and what to say.

I was not honest to you, my heart broke

my complications overtook my mind.



and I brust into tears when you talked to me like that.

I was surprised by my reaction too.



it has been long long time ago.

3 months, and nearly 1 month that we hadnt spoken a word.

and now all of a sudden.






I used to find a reason for you, of your reaction looking at my pictures.

I thought you were subjective becuase you were the first one who saw me
without reserve,
entirely,
I cut opened my heart and let you see everything inside me.

so now I was making those pictures
which you find them pornography-like.

I didnt hate you for saying that, and I was not hurt neither, so don't be sorry.

I respect different people to see things in different angles.
Everything depends on how you see them, doesnt it?



but maybe I am wrong.



reading your 2nd msg. I was ashamed.

I prayed.

I made you think I am distant away from God.

I was painful.



knowing that you pray for me, and you hold your hopes on me. I feel consolated.

Do you know by the way, I pray for you occasionally?

Having expectations on people is tiring,

and disappointing.



what do you call relationship with an ex.?

something that I personally cannot describe.

something exceeded the relationship of ex. bf and gf

not yet and unwilling to be friends

it is something heartbreaking, abnormal, outrageous



I am overwhelmed by your provoking and baffling and cold but touching words



Still I wonder why it is,
I don't argue like this,
With anyone but you,
We do it all the time,
Blowing out my mind



you are the strangest man in the world



and I am the strangest girl in the world

Smoke

she thinks she is relaxed
she pretends to be her own self

yet,
the smoke chokes her head
the smoke washes her mind
the smoke blinds her eyes

she melts away as mysteries marched in
sentiments lie in the grey matter are burnt out

life is blur

she is
stuck in the middle

My mind in the railway carriage

I like standing at the far back of the last railway carriage

looking into the small window

with my hands blocking the light from both sides



focus



I go through the darkness of the tunnel

i go along the journey as the train gallops

I feel the dense of the emptiness

in the dark we see only the far end point, and it is further away gradually,

like some memories, going blur, out of focus at some point.


then


I see the reflection of light, the velocity of light

The train enters a new page of liveliness,

away from the darkness

away from the only point at the far end



I found that when we have light,

it is no longer the same,

we can see what is going pass us, backwards and forward

we see the whole picture





As the crowd surges forward

and I am still there,



standing.













Alien and him [Alien et lui]



Alien is in Paris.

Her heart and everything is in Paris.



but why, when he leaves HK,

Alien still feel it is something that she cares about?



when he leaves, as he goes away,

Alien does not know his address.

He no longer live in the little apartment in CWB. Heaven street.

His HK no. is abolished.

if he then doesnt use facebook,

Alien will never know where on Earth he is.



And she will not be able to find him with her UFO.

nor detect him.



disconnected.



Alien said to him: 'wish to see you again in somewhere...'

he replied to her: 'take care we will meet someday...'

Alien assumed.



She wanted to tell him that

He was one of her greatest inspiration her soil enriched her,
her water irrigated her,
her sun shone upon her
her angel guided her.



overcome the world she doesnt belong to.

Say goodbye to her complication as he goes




Silly me



I was kind of silly,
wrote a letter to my future self
to remind myself of you
'never forget him' I told myself

I was worried that I will forget you someday
but i guess I will not.
although the images were fading in my head
they are not as solid as you first left me

your smell was fading, and now nearly gone
and your face, slowly
the feeling
the importance
and your touch your warmth

slowly
fading away

but i guess you will never go off my mind
I will only laugh when i see the letter,
and I will be reminded your prayers in me

your words





Let X be...




Let X be the capacity of my heart,
How much have you been occupied and taken away?

diminishing

by doing nothing.
but rewinding in my memory, the words you said, dangerous and sweet.

Do you ever exist?
Have you been only an invisible imagination of mine?
A beautiful story made up by myself unconciously?

I have been thinking you were a good guy which probably you are.
But I figured out I should never have hope and expectations on anyone
so that I won't fall and be disappointed.
If I think you are bad, you were a lier,
all I will get, if I could be proved that I was wrong, are regrets

and I would rather choose the latter.


Sorry for being cynical
but I really wanted to know why is your ignorance
yet it seems to me that it is no longer important

Erase
my love

with some portions of my heart taken away
with the capacity of my heart diminishing


海 和 貝



海
一個讓我興奮莫名的地方

他是
全部


我幻想半顆貝殼
也許留戀著岸邊的冰涼撫摸著皮膚
滲入交替著血液的和暖
不願離開

但放手
隨著碧波蕩漾
潮水激烈擁吻
然後
回到原來的地方
沈下
緩緩的流水
在毫不起眼的深處蠢蠢欲動

又或者
拼死抓緊泥濘的根
磨著砂
奮勇地
試圖擺脫浪花的吸吮
無助的
直到水退下去
乾枯

最後被我拾掉
找到一個跟我同病相憐的
另一半
延續美麗的樂章