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i have an affiliation with trees.
my first favourite sketches were trees. i like to draw them.
in fact, i think they are the most wondrous organisms around.
strong, sturdy, diverse, vulnerable;
the beginning of dialectics,
the host of parasites,
the crowning glory,
the canopy of secrets and the unknown,
so many definitions, symbolism and meanings attached
of life and knowledge...
to bear us curses and blessings.
at the very least,
the whole process of a bud growing into a tree is so apt to allegorise our own aging.
there is majesty, no doubt.
but look carefully and you will find uninvited parasites, termites and burrowed depressions
a tree must go if it has to.
and timber.
but a tree is nothing, unsophisticated without the peripheries. with the tensions that surround it.
without the wind to blow at it.
a tree is gentle and suffers long. because there is nothing much they can do.
nevertheless, its meekness is precisely what we need.
no. not personal glory. not to be the tallest tree in the rainforest and to have a thin and unsteady trunk.
it is to grow with the knowledge that there are hidden roots dug deeply into miles of solid ground.
of course, not all trees are like that.
after all...the trees in Singapore don't grow very big, long and they are arranged in a systematic order and of equal distance.
but that does not stop me from wanting to be like a tree.
quiet. swaying with the strong winds.
hissing a unintelligent song as the wind blows through me.
bearing fruits edible, tasty, juicy, with a little bittersweet to remind us of life's gift of suffering.
will you be like a tree too?
don't let your fruits bleed.
let others benefit from your fruits.
grow where people can see you.
firm and strong for as long as you can.
where birds and creatures can nest in you.
survive through the harsh winters.
and feed them in spring and summer.
and flank couples without order as they stroll in an amber autumn, choosing the paths they wish to take through mazed woods
there is beauty in trees.
even the shadows they cast.
it is really just how you choose to see them.
just don't wander into the woods at night.
my first favourite sketches were trees. i like to draw them.
in fact, i think they are the most wondrous organisms around.
strong, sturdy, diverse, vulnerable;
the beginning of dialectics,
the host of parasites,
the crowning glory,
the canopy of secrets and the unknown,
so many definitions, symbolism and meanings attached
of life and knowledge...
to bear us curses and blessings.
at the very least,
the whole process of a bud growing into a tree is so apt to allegorise our own aging.
there is majesty, no doubt.
but look carefully and you will find uninvited parasites, termites and burrowed depressions
a tree must go if it has to.
and timber.
but a tree is nothing, unsophisticated without the peripheries. with the tensions that surround it.
without the wind to blow at it.
a tree is gentle and suffers long. because there is nothing much they can do.
nevertheless, its meekness is precisely what we need.
no. not personal glory. not to be the tallest tree in the rainforest and to have a thin and unsteady trunk.
it is to grow with the knowledge that there are hidden roots dug deeply into miles of solid ground.
of course, not all trees are like that.
after all...the trees in Singapore don't grow very big, long and they are arranged in a systematic order and of equal distance.
but that does not stop me from wanting to be like a tree.
quiet. swaying with the strong winds.
hissing a unintelligent song as the wind blows through me.
bearing fruits edible, tasty, juicy, with a little bittersweet to remind us of life's gift of suffering.
will you be like a tree too?
don't let your fruits bleed.
let others benefit from your fruits.
grow where people can see you.
firm and strong for as long as you can.
where birds and creatures can nest in you.
survive through the harsh winters.
and feed them in spring and summer.
and flank couples without order as they stroll in an amber autumn, choosing the paths they wish to take through mazed woods
there is beauty in trees.
even the shadows they cast.
it is really just how you choose to see them.
just don't wander into the woods at night.
I used to remember my grandmother said, (after translation) 'do you want to eat?'
It was a simple arrangement - I grounded the dried shrimps and she would do the frying.
'what do you want to eat next?'
and I would eat dried plums.
and enjoyed and await my next snack given by her.
love is encapsulated by the motif of eating.
i miss my grandmother.
it is not Freudian phallus.
it's the Jungian unknown woman and her fruit from the tree.
the bride and the spirit.
It was a simple arrangement - I grounded the dried shrimps and she would do the frying.
'what do you want to eat next?'
and I would eat dried plums.
and enjoyed and await my next snack given by her.
love is encapsulated by the motif of eating.
song on loop now -
Alexi Murdoch - Love you more.
Love you more than anyone
Love you more than anyone
Love you more in time to come
Love you more
Repeatx2
Alexi Murdoch - Love you more.
Love you more than anyone
Love you more than anyone
Love you more in time to come
Love you more
Repeatx2
i miss my grandmother.
it is not Freudian phallus.
it's the Jungian unknown woman and her fruit from the tree.
the bride and the spirit.
i write an eulogy every night.
where epiphanies happen in between sleeping and waking.
I had a dream.
of three men.
I and two unknown men.
and a garden full of snakes.
and one of the many I flew past
finally bit my genitals.
and I woke.
at the beginning of the day.
where epiphanies happen in between sleeping and waking.
I had a dream.
of three men.
I and two unknown men.
and a garden full of snakes.
and one of the many I flew past
finally bit my genitals.
and I woke.
at the beginning of the day.
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