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Off Topic: Today’s Verse 80

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A slit, just a cough of a slit
goes between your skin and your subcutaneous fat.
And in goes a shoe-horn to lift
flakes and drapes of your slacken jaw
which rests against the crook of my thigh.

I stand, sit, twirl like a puppet
with or without strings, the throes of politeness
are not my own.
Take three steps to the left, make a desperate dash to the right edge of the chapter
but don’t you dare reel me back inside your bonfire of fallacies.

Love is not a baked potato loaded with fat-free this and low-sodium that.
Love isn’t even a dignified, alcohol-free beer tasting.

Love is the abyss I looked into that did not look back.

— yiqi 2 march 2015 1:42 pm

Perhaps You Would Look at Me and 22

I was listening to this mostly upbeat Chinese song called “Perhaps You Would Look at Me” by AFU the other day and started paying attention to the lyrics (first aurally and then I looked at the lyrics).  I liked it the instant I heard it over about a year ago but never felt compelled to look at the lyrics until I wondered to myself, “Okay, what is she singing about ‘chocolate’?”

I played this song seven times in a row and was overcome with a “happy-sad” mindset that only Chinese songs have been able to evoke.  After taking a closer look at the lyrics, though, it’s not sad at all.  On the contrary, it’s somewhat sappy.  Behold (Chinese followed by English translation done by yours truly):

Afu

Translation:

Perhaps you would look at me, waiting for autumn waters
The smashed loneliness has spread into moonlight

Why is it that a long time ago love could linger so?
It gives all without limit, even crying is but warm tears?

Why is it that in movies love is inevitably tumultuous,
and makes life rich and strong, and can leave behind lasting and bright memories?

Why have my love affairs been like hamburgers?
They’ve never tasted good,
But if I force myself, I can eat until I’m full,
they’re just too ordinary and boring

I dream that I arrive at Cambridge
He’ll be romantic for me and get drunk for me
The sentiment of the person I am mesmerized to death with
will steal a laugh at that perfection

Male Narrator:
[Half of my life has crossed through maple leaves and shaken white snow,
just to rush in front of you
Having you in my palms fills in a spring day,
henceforth, time is forgotten, the world is forgotten
In your eyes, flying and spiraling,
it reveals a rose that only the two of us can see ]

Why is it that a long time ago love could linger so?
It gives all without limit, even crying is but warm tears?

Why is it that in movies love is inevitably tumultuous,
and makes life rich and strong, and can leave behind lasting and bright memories?

The love affair I want is good like chocolate,
so sweet, I forget my troubles
One glance and I dance
One inhalation and I raise the corner of my mouth

I dream that I arrive at Cambridge
He’ll be romantic for me and get drunk for me
Love revolves around in the air,
allowing happiness to open fully in one’s embrace

Male Narrator:
[I’ll never use written poetry again
because we’re already in the poem
When my inner self was delicately read by your eyes,
I finally understood that the details of happiness
are the heavenliest flavor].

Perhaps you would look at me, waiting for autumn waters
The smashed loneliness has spread into moonlight.

~!~

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I also decided to look into the lyrics of David Tao‘s “Twenty-Two” — Taylor Swift isn’t the only one who sang about this age.   Again, Chinese lyrics followed by English translation by yours truly.

DT

Translation:

Spring is her most beloved season, as the breeze mindlessly ruffles her hair into a mess
She doesn’t necessarily care about the world’s chaos, she just thinks about the changes in her own life
There’s still 15 minutes until the afternoon, from morning until night it’s not much better than she imagined
A stable life doesn’t guarantee happiness, she can’t forget the dreams within her heart

* This lunar year on March the 6th, she just turned twenty-two
She just tossed out her school books and wants to leave home to see the world
Yet, she discovers there are many issues on her mind to confront, Oh Yeah
* She often reminisces about returning to that year when she was twelve,
of just being a good student, existence was innocent and without sadness
She’s just like a flower bud filled with hope

Autumn suddenly approaches, even though youth can afford to be carefree
A love affair of twenty-two months results in realizing that there are some feelings not worth risking
It’s still a bit warm for September, she’ll go by foot if the taxi doesn’t arrive
She begins to understand that waiting doesn’t necessarily lead to an outcome, a person can still step onto the path to a dream

Repeat *
She often reminisces about returning to that year when she was twelve,
of just being a good student, existence was innocent and without sadness
She’s still filled with hope

Sometimes people embark on an unknown road, it’s like a target without a map
Don’t let them tell you you should be content, what you know is your happiness

She often reminisces about returning to that year when she was twelve,
of just being a good student, existence was innocent and without sadness
She’s still filled with hope
She smiles as she thinks about the future, Oh
She deserves happiness, so this simple dream
will it be be realized?

 

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Off Topic: Today’s Verse 77

It was like the ocean had divided up an inheritance,
the acrid shallows patched up nutritional leaks,
and the sailors aboard the mega-yacht
saw land steaming in distant outcroppings
of neglected altar wishes

For this timid adventurer has eloped into the sunset
without the pleading beats of her admirer,
whose cries for mirrored affections were touched
by tortured temperatures,

sizzling at the border stat —
this dream has grown into a prison

So into the ocean the liberator plunges
to catch the waves’ scattering factions,
far away from the light, the source of
serpentine glows that once divined an unimaginable future

in exchange for the warm stillness
that romances the universe,
one inner darling fire at a time

it was like the ocean had awoken
the pulchritude of a nation
and the sailors abruptly recollected
their own dreams of something new.

— yiqi 19 november 2014  10:14 AM

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Dream camp

A dream camped outside my stronghold, stoking the fires of my cellar dweller,
and unseen, blew smoke of orange blossoms and cinnamon through the iron bars,
then one day, the creature emerged, blinded by light and fast as a wizard.

The greatest gift someone can give you is the key to your own heart. When you meet someone who unlocks this door, walk through it and don’t look back even if you have to keep walking alone.

Learning a New Language

What’s the best way to learn a language?  Immersion, right?  You put yourself in a new environment, and in order to survive, you have to recognize patterns, make correlations, and put your decoding abilities into warped speed.  Sink or swim.

Communication skills consist of more than linguistics and semiotics, though.  Recognizing the meaning, the message that resides in or that emits from another person’s entity requires more than solid listening comprehension skills and even empathy.  Putting yourself in another person’s place may enable you to consider matters from his point-of-view, but being able to comprehend fully what someone has to convey involves a different vocabulary, such as body language.  Hand gestures, facial expressions, dance, and other forms of movement.

Lately, I’ve discovered that while the successful communication with another human being depends on understanding the denotative and connotative components of spoken and written words, but the profundity of what two people can express to one another lies elsewhere.  It transcends the quotidian needs of “what’s for dinner,” “where did I put my keys,” “what did you mean when you said.”  Furthermore, it’s not a language that anyone can conspire to learn.  There is no cheat sheet, no cliffsnotes version.  What works for one set of persons may not work for another.  The only prerequisite is a bit of luck…that you’re cerebrally and spiritually open enough to know what is happening.  It also helps when the party that is more fluent in non-verbal speech demarcates the entrance to his club.

Learning this kind of language can be vital in the process of getting to know someone.  I never thought that the degree to which you know someone (well) is about what you know: factoids and trivia.  On the contrary, I was always more inclined to believe that how well you know a person has more to do with how accurately you can predict their reactions to a variety of situations as well as their modus operandi in navigating through reality.  Some people are adept at reading others’ patterns (a la The Mentalist), whereas others don’t give a flying frock about it.

I’d have to say I’m better at gaining access into someone’s psyche than I am at interpreting their surface.  Hence, my sarcasm radar registers pathetically and I’m prone to seeing subtext as text.  Paradoxically, or not, I’m relieved for the opportunity to learn a new language.  Its semantics bypass my over-thinking mind and plugs in to a realm beyond the need for an alphabet.

People aren’t literary or cinematic texts.  Their lives can mirror the narrative trajectories of such texts, but they’re still works of non-fiction.  Foibles aren’t always ironic, strengths are often under-appreciated, and poetic (a)symmetry is probably applied rather than innate to the development or disintegration of relationships.

Nonetheless, you needn’t reject all methods of analysis; you should just be more discriminate with it.