Tuesday, August 30, 2005

One brief but stunningly insightful poem by Jelaluddin Rumi which moved me to tears...

moi from muar
Originally uploaded by yasmin the storyteller.
"The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along."

Friday, August 26, 2005

"A friend who leapt to his death" - Shuntaro Tanikawa

Originally uploaded by yasmin the storyteller.
"He leapt from the 9th floor,
bounced off the 6th floor terrace,
slammed into the 3rd floor eaves,
and fell in the bushes on the ground,
his cheeks and shins all scraped up.
He took the elevator back up to the 9th
And re-read his half-page suicide note,
Which contained three misused prepositions
That he now corrected.
Then he ran up to the 16th floor
and once again jumped.
At the 12th floor level he sprouted wings;
a 10th floor wind took him in tow
and lifted him to circle the night sky, slowly."

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

"You're so silly"

mr hip
Originally uploaded by yasmin the storyteller.
"You're so silly sometimes
Last night you squeaked like rusty hinges
when I said that I called for no other reason
than to breathe your voice
You're so silly that I want to
kiss and lick and suck the peaches of your mouth
the plum of your chin
the papaya of your neck
the two tiny raisins on your chest
the wrinkled pips of your belly-button
and then move on south
to the wild orchards of those not-so-silly places
You're so silly that
I want to spend insane hours with you
blowing across your plains and your valleys
I want to spoil you silly but don't worry
I know how you retreat like mimosa when I do it
in front of other people
because you're funny that way
And when we're together
I have to remind myself that
you like to be the forbidden castle sometimes
shut out from the world by moats teeming with crocodiles
even though next to you
just two skins away
is a woman who thinks that you’re her bridge
to the clouds and the moon
on a journey filled with sweet little sillinesses
And that's when I think that you're not just being silly
but plain stupid"

Saturday, August 06, 2005

"True love" - Wislawa Szymborska

Originally uploaded by yasmin the storyteller.
"True love. Is it normal,
is it serious, is it practical?
What does the world get from two people
who exist in a world of their own?

Placed on the same pedestal for no good reason,
drawn randomly from millions but convinced
it had to happen this way - in reward for what?
For nothing.
The light descends from nowhere.
Why on these two and not on others?
Doesn't this outrage justice? Yes it does.
Doesn't it disrupt our painstakingly erected principles,
and cast the moral from the peak? Yes on both accounts.

Look at the happy couple.
Couldn't they at least try to hide it,
fake a little depression for their friends' sake?
Listen to them laughing - its an insult.
The language they use - deceptively clear.
And their little celebrations, rituals,
the elaborate mutual routines -
it's obviously a plot behind the human race's back!

It's hard even to guess how far things might go
if people start to follow their example.
What could religion and poetry count on?
What would be remembered? What renounced?
Who'd want to stay within bounds?

True love. Is it really necessary?
Tact and common sense tell us to pass over it in silence,
like a scandal in Life's highest circles.
Perfectly good children are born without its help.
It couldn't populate the planet in a million years,
it comes along so rarely.

Let the people who never find true love
keep saying that there's no such thing.

Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die."