Desmond Kon

Desmond Kon Poems

I am not Proust and his literary machine.

Am I partial as objects, as impulses that make me burst open Stevens?
Am I eros that resonates like an oboe?
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The apple is first rolled across the floor, bounced, bruised
like her forehead, like her small brown tired eye. The apple tosses, itself
a tennis ball, against all four walls – still she thinks it’s the parrot
out of its cage, out all four walls. When it finally dribbles to land
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make a poem a still life, filled in as a catamaran.

unrequited, what to cold storage for next week?
what cabinets to refloat, long looking like boats?
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like latin-sanskrit translations, they quarry the pits of pasts written into power
but today, the dream of jerome fathers me into watching words, watching
what walls, beholds, what ends, the dream like the flame he extinguished
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and the kings of freedom said
make of the crimson another magenta
and carnelian, of history that blankets yet
uncovers, a sheath of a redder safelight
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[by desmond kon délong-wangshu]

a cartesian don’t-think remove
heraclitean follow-through
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into the black, leukocyte-white
that points native, a slavish-vernacular
in red-aureate arrows to underline
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when will you paint me pictures of home again?
those pictures spoke a sensible content
a rare happiness I haven’t seen in you recently
your half-smiles a disinclination to things as if life forced you into its elisions
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{spring and its purple pollen}
{hear the shop, its soft opening}
{archivist on his way to work}
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{hidden stairwell and subway}
{commune for the infantrymen}
{beyond and despite the pain}
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It's a long way from Baudrillard's hyperreal-hybrid universe.
And Fio is bracing, gathering himself for the good fight
against the Hunters, four sizes bigger and humanoid-looking,
beady eyes and overbite from supernumerary teeth.
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I.

According to Can Grande della Scala
the first level of wellspring meaning:
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i.

let dreamers make the mauve whole, let them remake me supine
lazy long-handle songs which make me write lazy rhymes, leonine
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“The wind is your friend, ” Da-Ren tells his student
as his student struggles with his umbrella. The umbrella’s steel
rods are bending backwards, flapping gadfly legs.
Why does master’s hair always stay perfectly combed?
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I am not frost that forms crystals
in the clearing. It is on trees and twigs
on my toes too from the gaping mouth
of my old boots. I have no more tools
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Da-Ren has met Dada for tea and now has to join the other table.
“Toss them down the stairs, ” Dada tells Da-Ren, “and see
where the sticks land.” Playing pick-up sticks online
is nervous energy especially with that plasma screen replaying
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1. an ethnographer can’t help but objectify
2. the watchdogging what’s eclipsing / defecting
3. he paints the solarium / the cheeks / no, the eyebrow
4. brown boy in the blue frock / its chiffon
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just deleted an isthmus
out of fear, sheer fear;
this, the culture of fear
and what it does, burns
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The Yellow Emperor has asked for Da-Ren. Da-Ren arrives
and looks at the yellow all around; even the small teacups
have lost their chestnut and clove-tree cities to become one
unremitting saffron. No one is levitating in this courtyard
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Desmond Kon Biography

Desmond Francis Xavier Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé (b.1971) is the author of an epistolary novel, a quasi-memoir, two lyric essay monographs, four hybrid works, nine poetry collections, a guided creative journal, and several chapbooks. He has also edited over twenty-five books and co-produced three audio books, several pro bono for non-profit organisations including Sok Sabay Cambodia, SAGE Counselling Centre, Riding for the Disabled Association, Paya Lebar Methodist Church, and the National Volunteer & Philanthropy Centre. These titles span the genres of ethnography, journalism, creative writing, and corporate literature. Trained in book publishing at Stanford University, Desmond studied sociology and mass communication at the National University of Singapore, and later received his theology masters (world religions) from Harvard University and fine arts masters (creative writing) from the University of Notre Dame. A former journalist with 8 Days magazine, he has travelled to Australia, France, Hong Kong and Spain for his stories, which have included features on Madonna, Björk and Morgan Freeman, culminating in the authorship of the limited edition Top Ten TCS Stars for Caldecott Publishing. Desmond is the first-ever winner in both Poetry and Visionary Fiction categories at the Beverly Hills International Book Awards; to have two collections tie for Poetry at the National Indie Excellence Book Awards; to place a single title under Anthologies (Bronze) and Best Book Website (Gold) at the eLit Book Awards; to clinch two prizes under Multicultural Fiction (Silver) and Book/Author/Publisher Website (Gold) at the Independent Publisher Book Awards; to garner three accolades under Metaphysical (Bronze) , Inspirational Fiction (Silver) , and Death & Dying (Gold) categories at the Living Now Book Awards; as well as to sweep seven wins under Adult Fiction, Anthology, Poetry, and Spirituality in four territories (Northeast, West, Midwest, Southwest) at the USA Regional Excellence Book Awards. His other honours include the IBPA Benjamin Franklin Gold Award (Poetry) , Illumination Christian Book Gold Award (Digital Media) , Singapore Literature Prize (Poetry) , PEN American Center Shorts Prize, and Poetry World Cup, among other accolades. His assorted select works of poetry and prose have placed in literary competitions in Australia, Canada, England, France, Greece, Ireland, Israel, Netherlands, Nigeria, Pakistan, Philippines, Scotland, Singapore, and the US. Desmond has taught writing and publishing for over two decades, his contributions recognised with the Hiew Siew Nam Distinguished Academic Award, and four teaching excellence awards. Recipient of grants from the National Arts Council and Singapore International Foundation, he has enjoyed literary appointments at the Notre Dame Poetry Fellowship, NAC Gardens by the Bay Writing Residency, and NTU-NAC Creative Writing Residency. He has also held juror engagements for various literary competitions and projects organised by The British Council, Marshall Cavendish, Ministry of Education, National Arts Council, National Library Board, Poetry Festival Singapore, Sing Lit Station, and Word Forward. Chosen as a featured Singaporean in the commemorative tome, Living The Singapore Story: Celebrating Our 50 Years, Desmond later became the lyricist for the commissioned choral work to mark the Singapore Youth Festival's 50th Anniversary. He has also invented several poetic forms, namely the asingbol, the anima methodi, and the found//fount sonnet. A distinctly Singaporean variation of the classic form, the found//fount sonnet became the poetic form-of-choice to frame Light to Night Festival 2020, as well as issued its own commemorative anthology to mark the Singapore Bicentennial.)

The Best Poem Of Desmond Kon

Ars Poetica: At Every Turn Today

I am not Proust and his literary machine.

Am I partial as objects, as impulses that make me burst open Stevens?
Am I eros that resonates like an oboe?

The oboe is getting clinical yet pedestrian; it is listening for sounds in my chest
that point to lovers and quiet hope, and forever forgiveness.

Do you hear its waiting like an ear to the wall, like notes slipped into cracks?
How we stonewall the cracks, the poems we first loved to hear.

Can they not see the sadness of forgetfulness?

If not, haven’t their hearts ever braced themselves for loss?

We were never made to be machines, forcing movement into limbs to work
out signs like a formula. We are cells and vessels but we don’t have to follow them.

Will you follow me?
Will you follow me into eternal wonder of no beginnings, and thus no endings?

That will help me survive; it will help me live.

It will help me write poetry as if tomorrow I forgot I ever wrote.

That is how I want to remember this, this precious machination of moments
that gears itself for no cabal. That is my secret.

My secrecy was to write without condition, without limits,
as if a cipher could free itself into fields and how no one would mind.

If only my inhibitions allowed such inhibition,
I say to Deleuze, as his fingers spider my spine.





Author’s Note:

An earlier version of this poem appeared in University of Houston’s Gulf Coast, opening with an epigraph from Horace’s Ars Poetica: “He, his head in the clouds, belches out his poems and loses his way.” Its companion poem was later published in Portland Review, featuring citations from Nicolas Boileau-Despréaux’s L’Art Poétique and Wallace Stevens’ Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction. This poem ends with this line from Geoffrey of Vinsauf’s Poetria Nova: “Note the signs that accompany a given circumstance. Present the facts, but do not represent them as such; rather, reveal only signs of the facts: show fear by pallor, sensuality by adornment, and shame by a sudden blush; show the thing itself by its definite signs, what is prior by what is consequent upon it: this complexion, this sex, this age, that form.”

In The Archaeology of the Frivolous: Reading Condillac, translated by John P. Leavey, Jr. (Lincoln and London: University of Nebraska Press,1973) , Derrida offers his reading of Condillac’s 1746 Essay on the Origin of Human Knowledge, questioning under what conditions frivolity remains possible, saying: “Frivolity consists in being satisfied with tokens. It originates with the sign, or rather with the signifier which, no longer signifying, is no longer a signifier. The empty, void, friable, useless signifier. ‘…Useless is said of things which serve no purpose, are of no use. If they appear to have some utility but are fundamentally useless, they are called vain. If their utility bears only on objects of little consideration or worth, they are frivolous. As for futile, it adds still more to frivolous and is said chiefly of reasoning or arguments which bear on nothing.’” Derrida then locates at the origin of all knowledge the notion of desire which “produces understanding and the theoretical relation with the object”. As he sums up: “No longer is desire the relation with the object, but the object of need. No longer is desire a direction, but an end. An end without end bending need into a kind of flight. This escape sweeps away the origin, system, destiny, and time of need (an exempt [franc] word and a concept without identity) .”

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