As those readers who have followed my recent posts know, I had a great time hanging out in Hanoi, Vietnam. Of course, traveling on my own, I missed Sheila and our wacky menagerie of dogs and cats. I arrived home yesterday evening after a short flight to Taipei from Hanoi, and a long one from Taipei home. Fortunately, I was able to saw some wood on the flight home, and was more or less coherent when Sheila picked me up at the airport.
I stayed up for a while, my body unsure if it was supposed to be night or day, but finally I did go to bed and slept well. I’m hoping jet lag will be minor this time around. I’m writing this Thursday early afternoon, and while I do feel generally tired, not nearly so rocky as 2 years ago when Sheila and I returned from Asia.
Waiting for me beside the computer was a single piece of mail. Fabulous! – it didn’t look like a bill and I love mail. I opened it up to find the latest collection of poems by my friend Dr. K. Syinide, entitled, The Psalms of Poverty.
Dr. K’s poems resonate with me. Those of you who listen to the Agency Podcast heard Candy and I read a few of his works aloud during one of our recent episodes.
Here is one of Dr. K. Syinide’s poems from his latest collection:
out in the shed
where they keep the beer bottles
quart upon quart
where the star faced mole lives
this is where we dream
lunar rakes, flowing guides
to oval eyed flamingo type
franchise rare infants
asserting their subtle tea time comments
the evangelization of a fluid workload
executing feeling in regards
to the pedagogy surrounding
will there ever be a remedy
for this feverishly think skin?
as the mole opens its head
to those transmissions
from the intuisphere
all communication abruptly stops
for once again
we have a problem
with the sensitivity readers
and all modes of emotional labour
If you are interested in reading more of Dr. K. Syinide’s poems, I encourage you to contact him at:
PO Box 98022
970 Queen St. East