Sunday, May 19, 2013

Sonnet 62 for Soccer

Sonnet 62 for Soccer

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye 
And all my soul and all my every part; 
And for this sin there is no remedy, 
It is so grounded inward in my heart. 
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine, 
No shape so true, no truth of such account; 
And for myself mine own worth do define, 
As I all other in all worths surmount. 
But when my glass shows me myself indeed, 
Beated and chopp'd with tann'd antiquity, 
Mine own self-love quite contrary I read; 
Self so self-loving were iniquity. 
   'Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise,
   Painting my age with beauty of thy days.

there's an interesting image on my mind: an old grayhair man standing by the sideline watching some young men playing soccer at dusk. This image seems pretty stunning, poetic and iconic. Especially now I am an near middle age man, played many soccer games, I used to feel vigorous, ambitious, happy-go-lucky, hurry-shoot-score, nothing impossible, or do it anyway... pitch-pride moods on pitch, but recently I feel I am an old man, my temple hair gray, smile with sorrow-wrinkles, the distance btwn soccer pitch and me is stretching farther. So watching people playing soccer is more like an old man spiritual reflection than a boy or lad watching a match.

Men grow old, every man grows old, once a young man now standing by the sideline watching a bunch young blood fill the pitch kicking and yelling, reflection of the present moment and past, getting old is a beautiful process, when every part of this body fails to perform effectively, then mind is forced to meditate.

To love someone so deeply is love, and to love something so deeply is sin. Sin is a biblical word, literately means "Missing Target, To Miss". Especially for a man wasted his prime on the pitch, chasing soccer and goal, his boyish dream, instead of finding a woman and love or learning some career-wise stuff land a good job to take care his old parents, chasing soccer is also like obsessed for music, poetry, photo, film... even knowing that unrealistic interest would never turn to a career for food and rent,  yet still searching topic and scene to forge some meaningful art that's an imitation of real life and authentic human connection, but there's some magic in pursuing something for life. I still admire people who do not regret, because a man should chase his dream and love period
Obsession is a miracle dose for men to stay forever young :-) 

So come, my young grayhair friends, 
let's paint our age with beauty of our days!

I cannot find a perfect photo for the image on my mind that fits Shakespeare's sonnet, but the following pictures could tell some part of the poem.

Old Man Portrait with His Old Ball

Old Man Juggling Kid's Ball

Mr. Ferguson Watching His Boys Soccer Match

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Sonnet 53 for Soccer

Sonnet 53 for Soccer

What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since every one hath, every one, one shade,
And you but one, can every shadow lend.
Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you;
On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new: 
Speak of the spring, and foison of the year,
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear;
And you in every blessed shape we know.
   In all external grace you have some part,
   But you like none, none you, for constant heart.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Disneyland Is Good

Disneyland Is Good
Laijon Liu 20130507

Disneyland is good
They say: "Disneyland is good."
If you had been there
and found out their tickets
too expensive and parks
too crowded, would you still
bring your kids there?

I can't afford the tickets
I don't wanna wait forever
seeing long lines of people slowly move
seeing parents and their kids in stress
I wonder
our childish dream is a long road
for a few moment of high and rush,
worth it?

Click the following Poem Poster: a chubby babe looking up mickey mouse holding Earth.

Related Poem: Luxury

Friday, May 3, 2013

The Declining Glow over Grand Ave

The Declining Glow over Grand Ave