Sunday, August 16, 2020

Great Lines of Li Bai and Du Fu

 Great Lines of Li Bai and Du Fu

 

Been reading them for years, never have I tried to memorize their complete verses traditionally as many past poets do as some kind of method to study poetry, totally useless to me, I prefer all great lines that stick, a great line never meant to be memorized nor to be chanted like aria, it sings in the mind, you only need to read it once, and that first time you set your eyes on it you will never forget, of course you have to have lived some life to feel it. And both great Tang poets got so many lines that stick but my favorite of each just pops to me from time to time. I know those lines are eternal.

 

Li Bai

吾亦能高咏,

斯人不可闻。

I too can sing some great songs,

but the dead soul can't hear my voice.

 

Du Fu

飘飘何所似?

天地一沙鸥。

Adrift, to what I should compare myself?

Between the heaven and the Earth, a sand gull.


Li Bai's loneliness passes thru the time in his verse, to recall a memory, a soul mate; Du Fu's loneliness passes thru the space in his verse, to search for a destination.

Their lines also bother me with the questions, why we sing, why we must sing, why we write, why we must write, why we need to go some places, what we search, why and what keep us on the road and constantly searching... those lines are not statement.

I guess no wonder I can't forget these lines, even some days I may forget the wholes poems or many others but these lines I won't forget just like Shakespeare's to be or not to be... even most people includes me cannot recite the whole soliloquy, is that important? the rest seems doesn't hold much of value to register on our memory block.

also, there's great Japanese Haiku poet, his verse is:

 

Life

is walking on the roof of hell

watching cherry blossoms.

 

Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Miso Oatmeal Spaghetti (Smoked Fish, Broccoli)

Miso Oatmeal Spaghetti (Smoked Fish, Broccoli)

ingredients:

1) one spoon olive oil, salt, 2/3 piece pepper/garlic, smoke fish. heat the pot.

2) pour water(more for Japanese style, less for Italian) into the pot when garlic turn yellow

3) dump spaghetti and oatmeal, stir for 5 minutes, one spoon Miso paste, stir for 5 more minutes

4) dump broccoli and stir 1 minute, ready to serve.



Tuesday, March 31, 2020

The Siren Rings Days and Nights


The Siren Rings Days and Nights
Laijon Liu 20200331


The siren rings days and nights in Elmhurst

the siren rings days and nights in Jackson Heights

This proud bustling capital of the new America

now vacant and quiet like the streets of plundered Troy

piercing sound randomly traces the nearby streets

that distinctive pitch strikes the bell of heart

the dream-chasers, the naysayers of ill-fate

cramped in the share-room houses for their crumbs

their low-income pits, undocumented slum-floors

are the topics of moral diseases or undeserved faith

war draws a line, plague draws a line, prosperity

draws a huge cock-girth line between class and trash

gagged and they laugh at their own misfortunes

in shit( w)hole life they can't tell that shit smells

Oh, plumbers, dishwashers, and delivery guys

are countless immunized rodents and super spreaders

at their retirement age they line up by the pearly gates

the tickets they've paid with their backbreaking pains

the siren rings again, in a stone's throw distance

another fearless soul needs breathing support

somewhere away his family texts him 5 times today

their social distancing measured by ocean and borders

probably he has never thought of dialing 911, not him

because he has escaped the desert heat and ICE raids

he has stood on his own two feet with his rough hands

and now he's in critical bed, plugged to an oxygen tube

still thinking about his morning shift, his Friday check

the siren rings again, circling this un-American neighborhood

that sound of help somehow rings like the angel's bell.











Thursday, March 26, 2020

Tonight the World Sleeps with Me

Tonight the World Sleeps with Me

Laijon Liu 20200326


Tonight the world sleeps with me, feels

that shock, trapped, isolation and uncertainty

I show everyone how to hold the breath

because the air is foul since 1975

a forager been shot and pushed into the river

that time of torrential and freaking cold

mask the world puts on, used to be that grin

self-reflect of the self identity of obscure

wild taste of pain, of animal, cheers the beast

that ignorance that savagery that brush off

tonight the world reflects, how broke we are

nothing much left that we should never brag

that sense of plenty of hope comes in a bowl

we are so brave, make our existence's check

everyone's make-shift helter-skelter skedaddle

that thrill of barely hanging on, so survived

hearing the bullshit of bullshit on radio and tv

statues melt like ice cream cones in my hands

music passes thru the skyscrapers that silent hum

an alien saucer hovering over the empty cities

strange architecture of stones, steel and glass

devoured the rats, roaches and two-leg builders

that immense volume of analog information -poof

break down, back to their primitive forms

tonight, the world is so far, it's right by my side

tonight, the world so close to me, finally

we together panting, try to draw every breath. 




Monday, February 10, 2020