Wednesday, June 29, 2005


love is "i'll wipe your butt and change your diapers when you can't do it yourself."

love is after all the bickering you look forward to the forgiving and making up.

love is waking up at 3 in the morning and checking up on someone so they won't feel alone (even though they're sleeping).

love is "i'll give you both my kidneys if they allow me to."

love is "feeling a connection even when we don't say one word to each other."

love is when you hurt more than the person with cancer...

love is eternal. infatuation is fleeting.

love changes. hopefully for the better and deeper.

Saturday, June 25, 2005


A song without poetry is like a body without soul.

Is Poetry Dead?

How do we pass our appreciation of poetry to the next generation?

If someone (your kids) think poetry is boring, sissy, archaic, or whatever, introduce them to it through their normal channels.

Say, if your kids are into video games. Choose one (maybe a fantasy/adventure or RPG like Myst) that employs poetry.

If they like rock music, pick a good song and discuss with them what the lyrics mean, and why it's great poetry (Queen, or Pink Floyd, for example, has some great poetry in their lyrics)...

Somebody to Love by Queen:

Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what you're doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can't get no relief, Lord!
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

I work hard every day of my life
I work till I ache my bones
At the end I take home my hard earned pay all on my own -
I get down on my knees
And I start to pray
Till the tears run down from my eyes
Lord - somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me - somebody to love?

Introduce your kids to poetry through some other venues and cultural events, such as opera, musicals, plays, even movies. Frex, Nessun Dorma is very familiar, haunting song (even a Metal band sang it), and the lyrics is very poetic:

Nessun Dorma by Puccini:

Nessun dorma!
Nessun dorma!
***Tu pure, o PrincipeSSA,***
Nella tua fredda stanza guardi le stelle,
Che tremano d'amore e di speranza!

Ma il mio mistero è chiuso in me,
Il nome mio nessun saprà!
No, no, sulla tua bocca lo dirò,
Quando la luce splenderà!

Ed il mio bacio scioglierà.
**Il silenzio che ti fa miA!**

Il nome suo nessun saprà!
E noi dovrem ahimè morir, morir!

Dilegua o notte!
Tramontate, stelle!
Tramontate, stelle!
All' alba vincerò!
Vincerò! Vincerò!


No-one shall sleep!
No-one shall sleep!
You too, oh Prince,
In your cold room, watch the stars
Trembling with love and hope!

But my secret lies hidden within me,
No-one shall discover my name!
Oh no, I will only reveal it on your lips
When daylight shines forth!

And my kiss shall break
The silence that makes you mine!

No-one shall discover her name!
And we will, alas, have to die, to die!

Depart, oh night!
Set, you stars!
Set, you stars!
At dawn I shall win!
I shall win! I shall win!

Monday, June 20, 2005

Read It Fast

Someone on AbsulteWrite posted this question:

Does anyone share my nightmare that after slaving over a manuscript for years, and grieving over every last word, you publish your novel only to have a speed reader breeze through it... ?

My answer to that:

What I really dread is for someone to spend 5 years reading my book and eventually give up. My concern is not whether my readers would read it fast; it's whether they would read it again. The sound of rapid page-turning would be a very pleasant one to me...

In a way, it's like cooking... or specifically, my dad's gourmet cooking.

During an important event (like Chinese New Year), my dad'd slave for two days in the kitchen preparing dish after dish of exquisite food for the family banquet. Sometimes even as we gather at the table, he'd still be working in the kitchen (because some dishes, such as fish, needs to be cooked just right, down to the seconds). The work he'd put into making these dishes is incredible. The details. The processes. The ingredients. The time and effort.

Then there's the eating. All it'd take is an hour for us to devour everything. The better the food, the faster it goes. And my dad gets the utmost enjoyment in seeing how we enjoy the food and how quickly we chow down everything. The sounds of our slurping, munching, or our bowls and plates clanking are like music ot his ears.

I'd like to be my dad some day. My writing is my food. And you, my guests!