Sunday, February 28

Excerpt from Nocturnes and Bagatelles, by Wong Phui Nam
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Rummaging among my thoughts I went down their steps 
to the cellar with a bundle of words 
as matches to throw up areas of light upon the clammy walls,
and I left my shadow at the door, substanceless, unheard.

Here were the tangles of my childhood - half-dreams 
propelled, lifting the trap-door off my heart, 
me on the violence of the garden swing -
twitching like half-torn snakes, buried in part.

It seemed, from the light where bushes felt really green 
with the familiar air of a well-off merchant,
I have been summoned by unformed voices I left behind 
to come to the cellar to set my house in order

to rationalise in neat parcels, the sky 
that turned like a bald face over the circular garden-walk 
over the child on the swing who gave his orang-outang 
identity, its irrational leer behind bougainvillea stalks.

3 comments:

  1. this is beautiful! i love the tangible description of thoughts and memories. i have to read this book!

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  2. i love the imagery! so pretty and inspiring

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  3. The words and images go so perfectly! I love them xoxo

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