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john tiong chunghoo
(BLOG: johntiongchunghoo.blogspot.com / Take Care My Poem can be Addictive)
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Olga Neagu
(8/19/2009 3:21:00 PM)
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beautiful poem, John...I becam member here only for reading your verses...good, now I look for the haiku
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Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
(11/20/2008 6:18:00 PM)
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Wonderfully enlightening poetry portraying many different aspects of life, A real joy to read and be inspired by.Thank you.
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Sílvia Oliveira
(4/26/2008 6:03:00 AM)
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john, i´ll read more of your works, I really deserve it! you´re excellent!
that part of blood means that I´m a woman at first place, but it may also mean a metaphor in terms of that biblical passage when Jesus had ben sweating blood under the Oliver Tree Mount... It´s can represent the pain felt by the humanity.
Thanks for commenting! Warmly, Sílvia
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Sílvia Oliveira
(1/18/2008 6:36:00 AM)
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john, I simply loved this poem of yours! congratulations on all of them, but when it comes to be a poem that includes the full moon...it´s the most inspiring thing to me, ever!
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Mo.
(6/2/2007 1:30:00 PM)
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''Keep On! ! ''
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Stewart Mckenzie
(5/3/2005 6:59:00 PM)
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Not rubbish - modern physics, see for example 'The Elegant Universe' by Brian Greene. The time of a traveler moving at the speed of light relative to you is stopped according to your watch, just as your time is to the traveler. This is Einstein's special theory of relativity. Photons are sub-atomic “entities” that convey light. They have the extraordinary property of always traveling at the same speed no matter where they are coming from, from where they are observed, or how fast, or in what direction the observer is traveling. Since light travels at the speed of light relative to anything, everything, there is no time in the realm of light (also it is by no means clear that light is bound by the laws of space, see the new work on entangled photons that appear to communicate instantaneously no matter how far apart) . Strange but true. The eight odd seconds that light takes to reach you from the sun is your time, not light's. As a poet I recommend that you read the new cosmology, it is very strange but very beautiful.
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Stewart Mckenzie
(3/28/2005 2:29:00 PM)
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A Buddhist monk was once asked if art could be a path to enlightenment. He answered that it was a good way to start but the danger was that one became attached to one's creations.
I send you to renderings of D. T. Suzuki's translations of Kaku-an's poems for the first and eighth oxherding pictures.
Searching For The Ox (first oxherding picture)
Kaku-an Shi-en
Sung Dynasty China ca.1300 AD
Alone in the wild
Lost in the forest
The boy searches searches
The flooding streams
The distant mountains
The endless path
Exhausted
In despair
Nowhere to go
At dusk he hears only cicadas
Buzzing in the maple woods
From a translation by D. T. Suzuki
Ox and Man Vanish (eighth oxherding picture)
Kaku-an Shi-en
Sung Dynasty China ca.1300 AD
Nothing there
No whip - no rope - no man - no ox
Who can tell the size of the sky?
No snowflakes fall above the fire
When all this is so
The ancient Mind appears
From a translation by D. T. Suzuki
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Derek Germain
(3/23/2005 7:42:00 PM)
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I like the Haiku's. I thought they were supposed to be 5 syllables,7 syllables, and the 5 again....?
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