Familiar faces paraded in the media about the heinous return. The convicts are relatively free; those in opposite camp, of a different colour, may face conviction. There is too many forwarded news, and uncertain about authenticity or legality. Anyway, the poet merely narrates what is talk about.
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My third poetry book will be out before 17th July, 2020. There are only 495 soft copies available. The publisher will help to sell about 50 copies. About half of these will go to public libraries or friends and relatives. At best only 200 copies will be available to the public. The price will be fair. I will suggest Malaysians to buy their copies fast. Only soft copies, no e-book. Once available I will print out some details. I design the book cover, and write every word in it, except the interactions with other poets.
MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 557: FEELING AT FERRY
to bid you farewell
gently hold you in my hands
with warn grip and part
memory takes root
under dignified landscape
clouds drift as day dream
stretch out hands again
time ceases in a standstill
warm tears from my heart
flow like a river
in hapless gaze at ferry
just place blessing on your clothes
in endless morrow
This run of haiku is translated from a song-poem (lyric), DUO KUO (literally FERRY), written by Xi Murong, a Mongolian Chinese, residing at Taiwan Province, China. I was listening to a song and a poetry recital in Chinese. She is three years senior in age, but we share the same birthday.
Whenever you bade your dear one’s farewell, it might be the last. Do and say what is hidden in the hearts, or the regret may haunt you for life. This is a tearful and sentimental reminiscence of departure at a Ferry Terminal. The poet searched in vain for some symbolic flowers to give but none available or suitable in the florist or garden nearby. She had pinned her love and blessing on his garment in timeless tomorrow. Yet her regret lingers on.
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My third poetry book, titled, HEALING HAIKU & SENRYU: POETIC ECHOES TO SOOTHE HEARTS, has been sent for publication, and will be available before August, 2020. I shall provide more details when it’s available in the market as soft copy only.
MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 555:CLOUDSCAPE AND LANDSCAPE
ominous dark clouds
engulf setting sun and light
choke the living air
full of gloom and doom
havoc by storm and deluge
washes and renew
the earth refreshes
half-moon shy to shine
the gates are unlocked
second and third wave rush in
through quarantine doors
die or co-exist
toss between money and life
time for coin to drop
There was overhanging dark clouds, with lightening thunder rain, and flood reported elsewhere. After more than three months of isolation and quarantine, city gates are unlocked. It is not because we are now free and secure; it is because the economy is choked to death, which, in turn, will affect all. At first imported construction workers were infected and they roamed our malls and parks. Now it was their barbers that infect us. There were endless clusters erupting here and there. We have six million of alien, residing legally and illegally. We need time to build up immunity; if one is not dead with the herd.
The first picture was from Dr.David Quak, a Malaysian cardiologist. Permission has been obtained to compose a poem. The rest of the picture are copied and pasted from the web. All done with appreciation.
Today I shall submit my final manuscripts for IT format, and then for publication.
Thank you to Sadje and Sonya’s “Three Lines Tales”posted on June 5th, 2020.
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I have added some additional notes in my new book, which I have attached below:
Puppetry Play promotes cultural practices, and provides cheap entertainment and moral lessons for our traditional humble folks.The unspoken lesson is followers must follow the moral principles, but leaders are contented with adages. However, in our modern world, it is an excellent therapeutic tool in healing physical and emotional problems. The verbal and non- verbal, combines with music or visual arts, interact well in solo or group psychodrama. The play allows suppressed feeling of fear, depression or domestic abuses, in full and safe expression. It is also a useful educational aid for children in their developmental hurdles.
Poetic therapy shares its value as a healing skill in a creative way. The battle of “good over evil”, is a universal theme. We see the arts and the sciences of it, in a kind of system thinking. It is for the readers to explore their own meaning, in the progression of stanzas. Readers need to search the choice of diction, such as cult, myth, shadows, storytelling, power and their meaning of “skin tied to the strings”.
I was listening to breaking news on Malaysia on current political events, and the latest laws on covid d pandemic on extended CMO (Controlled Movement Order). I made a joke on passing motion on the corridors of power, and bowel movement due to constipation. My family has problem understanding such shitty English pun. I asked myself whether there’s poetry in it, and the link in the news I listened. Without being crude, the morals fall out faster than the shits among politicians.
This is a translated poem by Du Fu, a popular Chinese poet, sage historian, and humble civil servant in Tang Dynasty (712-770AD). I have chosen to translate in haiku/senryu, instead of line to line rendition of five characters regulated verse, in couplets per line, with total of four lines.
The original title is Facing Snow, written in 756. There was an An Lu rebellion in Chang-an and the poet was arrested and locked up in the city in winter. The couplet depicted the suffering of war and the hardship in winter, living with little money to procure wine to keep warm, and inadequate clothing. He sang his sorrow in solitude, with weariness about war, winter and poverty.
We share his sentiments about the illegitimacy of state affairs and corruptions, and our restricted freedom in MCO. We have an extended lockup. Our calamities with covid-19 pandemic is a war with disease and out of balances in living. Our “winter” will be prolonged, lasting a year or two. By the end of the upheaval, if not sick or dead, we would be bankrupt, or jobless for some. Like Du Fu, we are healed in the poetry of living., the morals of love and compassion. It is always in darkness that human beings awake with new understanding. We see the shadows of our ego and desire better in the dark, for the little light that shines shows the way out of the tunnel.
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With almost 2 million cases and 126 thousand dead globally, the US blame game against WHO and China is still unabated. With such mindset, the cases and mortality will rise further in US, with 25 thousand cases and 2400 death daily. The disease rages on, irrespective of the media propaganda against others.
In Malaysia, despite the strict MCO, we have reached 5000 cases and 82 dead, and will continue to rise above 6000, and hopefully it will be a halt, if the citizens comply with the orders as advised. We cannot deny that the restrictions are causing personal and community hardship. In this run of haiku, I am using all the common words encountered to form a poem, sharing the hardship with all. My intention is never to alarm, but to alert readers. If we comply with all the recommendations by WHO, available to all, including Trump, then there’s no problem with wearing masks, social distancing, wash and sanitize, until all hell is over.
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Covid novel 19 is on an exponential and destructive path throughout the world, with almost 1.79 m cases and 110 thousand dead. US top the world in total cases (53 K) and mortality (21K), but fall far behind in crisis management, and shortage of masks, respirators and beds. Unfortunately their top medical brains and experts are not in control. This is the saddest part in American history. All 50 states are infected. By the end of March, the US reported only 70 cases of Covid 19 , but two weeks later, the figures turned alarming. Like it or not, precious time was wasted in useless rhetoric, while the virus keep multiplying and mutating, and infected in diverse ways. The man in charge is in a bull ring. The same tragedy occurs in Europe and UK (almost 80K cases, 9.9k dead).
In Malaysia, we have 4683 cases, with 76 dead; a figure high by south East Asian comparison, but has more transparencies than some neighboring nations. Our Health Minister follows WHO guidelines and even Oxford Guides well. We have tightened our surveillance and imposes heavy fine and punishment who those who infringe the MCO (Movement Control Order). The problems are our under 18 teenagers (some 7000), who find staying at home render them insane or bored. In fact, if one stays at home, there is no issues with masks, safe social distance, gloves, sanitizers and wash; provided one learns to keep fit physically, emotionally and mentally. Personally we have benefited from the isolation, in terms of learning more about proper balance in community living, and we pool and share our experience in e –chats and social media. Of course, there are many who just forwarded their mails, without reading or reflecting on its validity. We have learned much from the West, and the learning will now take a reversal role. In crisis they sacrifice their aging and disabled; we don’t, or rather, the old has the wisdom to stay alive or accept death as it comes.
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To date there are about 740K cases reported, with 35K death in the world. The figures increase at an alarming rate in almost every country daily. Information on Covid 19 is too excessive; over reading them do not help ordinary citizen. Governments are worried about disease control, and economic protection. Hindsight wisdom does not help anyone. From the many forwarded mails in social media, the best citizens could do was abiding the rules recommended, MCO in Malaysia. If you are dead or infected, all these knowledges are really useless. Fancy even a doctor went out jogging despite warning; there’s no community responsibility. Or many attended social gathering or functions, forgetting that the best is STAY AT HOME, STAY FIT TO SURVIVE THE ORDEAL.
Last year we threw some papaya seeds in the backyard of our rented house; it had grown to about 15 ft tall, bearing almost 30 fruits or more. I pray my gratitude to this tree, feeding us almost every day with organic fruits. After more than a week of stay, we run out of meat and vegetables. It’d crazy to queue in supermarkets or markets and exposed to contamination. With mask on, my wife walked to nearby shop to buy some fruits, vegetables and bread for the week. I drove out to a nearby shop to buy meat. I thought it best to buy cooked food than raw, for the shorter queue and crowd. With mask and pot, I went to a nearby BKT shop to buy four packets of assorted pork. At 8 am, I was the only customer; there were few cars or people in the vicinity, but no police bloc. Within 20 mins, I was home. I washed the car with soapy water, clean the gate and dustbin top; spray away the dog shit, cigarette butts thrown by my neighbor, plus a dead rat carcass. Then I cleaned up my slippers, sanitize the door of the house, and part of the car interior that I had touched. Thereafter, change all my clothes, and followed by a hot shower. It was only 20 min outside, but half an hour to wash and clean. My wife did the same ritual; she spent half an hour to do their purchases, and the next half an hour to wash and clean. If we were to go out often, then the time spend on these cleaning rituals would be overwhelming. We decide to skip our lunch. Taking three meals a day is not a biological requirement. The time saved is for keeping fit in exercises, lots of stretching and deep breathing. The body, mind and spirit are never separate. The isolation allow us to rethink on our balances in living, relate and leisure; time to re learn diet and nutrition, diseases and their medication, and all other therapies. It is strange that many people find these basic principles hard to follow. They read and talk too much about it, but they hardly do and act. As a poet narrator, I prefer to pen all these in haiku/senryu, so that readers can share and comment.
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To date, global Covid 19 pandemic has exceeded 656 K, with 31 thousand dead. US and Italy has overtaken China in total infection. Rest of Europe and other parts of the world are in dire need of help, but hospital beds, equipment, respirators are lacking. In Malaysia, from 22 cases, we explode into 2320, with 27 deaths. The basic principles by WHO and our government are the same. The CMO (Controlled Movement Oder) is to avoid large migration of people and spread the infection all over. Unfortunately 5 – 10 % of people chose to escape testing, quarantine or isolation. The government has to impose fines and jail to save lives and economic costs.
Stay At Home order is not easy for many to follow. Based on my own understanding and practices, and the many forwarded news, rightly or wrongly, I woke in the morning to pen my haiku/senryu before they are forgotten.
We lived in a small terraced house. We walk from front to end of the house (inside), as walking exercises, with my wife in the opposite traffic. An occasional wave (not waive) added fun, after many turns of straight walk. We do some stretching and breathing exercises to keep fit; repeated several times a day; often during TV commercial break.
We see many people crowded in supermarket to buy their groceries and vegetables. Though they all wear masks, and with some distance, they still run the risk of infection. There are e-shopping and delivery, and exposure to contamination will be less in e trading at times of crisis. Though we did not stock, we have enough food for two. We might skip our lunch and replaced with a just a tea break. We do not want to over eat during isolation. If we venture out, we simply increase our risks of infection to multiple contacts.
However, the most important thing is not just obey the rules, but to re-examine our habits, and rituals, and our priorities in living. My experience in Hospice Care has taught me well. The quarantine breakers are mostly younger people with very poor self -discipline; among them even doctors and graduates. The long haiku/senryu narrate their angst and part of their emotional and psychological turmoil in crisis.
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