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Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Launch of CERIPH #6



Local literary magazine, Ceriph – known for promoting a refreshing selection of emerging writers from Singapore – will unveil the latest issue with a poetry and prose reading. This issue highlights the poetic form and its potential for “local uses” – with Singlish or without, rooted in familiar spaces or flung far into space. These exciting new works continue to critically question and celebrate the idiosyncrasies, grievances and cadences of the local tongue, without being restricted by it.

After the reading, join the editors and contributors for an informal discussion of Ceriph and other literary magazines, and the quizzical shape of Singaporean literature. Featuring new work by: Andrew Cheah, Berny Tan, Brandon Chew, Daryl Lim Wei Jie, Daryl Yam, David Wong Ng Xi Jie, Desmond Kon, Jerrold Yam, Joshua Ip, JY Yang, Nicholas Chng, Sam Ng, Samuel Caleb Wee, Tan Sihan, Teo Huey Yun, Teoh Ren Jie, Tjoa Shze Hui, Yi Hui Hoh

ADMISSION: FREE
RVSP: Ceriph #6

Hello guys, I know this isn't much (and I desperately hope it will be super duper informal) but it would be really nice if you guys could come for the event.

Monday, December 17, 2012

(writing) a series of haiku


Dearest friends

dear Mario, i wish
I will grow big and mighty
like a tree.

Princess Peach, you has
pretty cherry blossom eyes
But i am not brave. 

dear Chris, i today
feel sad. will you love me like
the Sun loves the Earth?

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

we are a generation of mirrors

Fatuousness: worm of the mind, it seeps and worms into the very core of your mind. slowly chews at the thin threads between love, desires and felicity,

                        she gnaws at A fleeting epiphany.

& you realized ! : the susceptibility of hum(drum) /an nature,

so weak, so fallible and
                         so transient. “How can anyone need someone so much?”

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fatuous,

e.E cumming,

erza pound and who are you but a myriad of identities, who are you to be deserving of the accolades, the admiration and the envy

But now, you know better.

You better, getter.