you can only squish and squish life but life will still exist and persist... you can step on my head push me into the sand, stab your feet into my body and flesh, stamp me so deep sink me to the hardest bedrock beneath land (beneath underground oceans) the flattest earth and i will acquiesce each stomp & i am just a smaller, more indivisible element of life: crush me my skull is made a mammal, a rat that lives and plays with birds as dinosaurs, skin me i am the flesh of plants prehistoric, protozoa blood if you break my bones to fine powder i am alive the trillions of trillions of bacteria conquest chiefs of empire immemorial, the greatest civilizations that outlast your thought-logic ideology. when i cease to stand i am the mammal, bird, reptile, fish, plant, mineral buried beneath your skyscrapers sunglasses, i am the illegible forest that grows in circles and fractals around your knotted tongue, the bladed grass pushing through the cracks..
you can spread my ashes (embers) but you'll never put out my flame.
i neeed space i neeed space i neeed space in my life
Sometimes I think that I complicate my life by setting up rules: ‘this’ diet is the best diet, so if I follow ‘these’ rules then I will have the perfect body and feel like holy water. Little do I know, this adds complexity to my life that makes it harder to live; life can be lived by rules, but the more you have, the more you run into problems when the rules overlap.
So here’s a couple links to two favourite posts of the day. The first is on living by ‘paring ideas,’ a process of living that values flow and natural change. This metaphor can be used in many domains of life, including writing, creating, sculpting, living, etc.
The second post is on what it means to be a person in the modern day. Or what it means to be a person in a universal sense…at least, that’s how I take it: sometimes you need to work a little bit to buy your freedom to be. Know who you are and do what it takes to be that. If you’re a monk, do what it takes to be a monk. Do what makes your soul come alive, but don’t sell part of it in the process.
Happy Thursday. Don’t let the rain weigh you down.
it is july first the day when people gather under glimmering, shimmering fireworks, candescent coalescent explosions of joy awe & childhood.. but in the quiet of my mind the calm hum in the ambience of my thoughts there sits an ivory lady dressed in jade; behind a gilded red curtain she says, "can you hear me? i am your ancestor, the ethereal phantom of your past, the beginning of our ancient bloodlines... i'm here because though you would call this day 'canada day' there is a history that no one will tell you, but here in the quiet of mind you can remember that this used to be our humiliation, that the happy and proud people you share this day with were once banished from voting, separated by marriage, forced to pay two-months = two YEARS' salary... so grandma could eat, so auntie could learn, so great uncle would be able to come (eventually) to ca na da, and pull rickshaws.. today was once called 'dominion day' and was celebrated by the white state that would have your hands for railroad planks, and feet for steel wheels, but not allow you to be equal..." so today i march on waving a dragon flag under the golden sun... and under the night sky, painted in pastel purple and red in my heart i remember: that a battle unfinished is a battle not lost and not won.
July 1st, 1923 was the first “Humiliation Day” as it was called by Chinese-not-Canadians when the Dominion of Canada enacted the Chinese Exclusion Act – which prevented many Chinese people to immigrate. Many married couples and children were separated for years, decades, and some never reunited in their lifetimes. They are the never-knew-their-dad people and the paper sons (immigrants who were only related on forged documents). Though my own family never paid the Chinese Head Tax, it still prevented my dad and Grandma and Great Aunt from coming to Canada for five years, meaning Grandpa was only an imaginary person to my dad for his first years of life. I choose today to remember this shame and how it continues to affect us in the present day.