Where do you wish to grow?
call them Bailang because this is what the rapacious Han do.
“Among the many supporters at the camp is Savungaz Valincian of the Indigenous Youth Front, who says: “After the area of the traditional territory is decided, under this regulation, it won’t be the property of Indigenous people, it only gives the right of consent and there are limits to what we can decide. We won’t have the final say over what will happen on our lands.”
While Truku indigenous, as with other indigenous communities, should by constitutional law hold the rights to their land, oftentimes it is that Taiwanese business take advantages of legal loopholes to appropriate indigenous land for commercial development, sometimes with the backing of the local government.
Been observing the ways they go around scamming this land. The casual commercialization and inconsideration of beauty. Unsurprisingly, they are opportunistic about queerness, indigeneity, tea, youth labor, the eastern shore. We see the president dole out countless meaningless apologies and conciliatory actions towards Asia Cement Corp. as they continue mining Truku land, sending in police to clear out the protestors whose leader supported her candidacy and now is left with heartbreak. I’ve met an environmental academic professor who taught in Cheng Gung University for years and now, exposes his resentment towards his wife and the feminine by seeking out an experience in Christianity and Buddhism–instead of reckoning with his own inner life. I’ve met an Asian American academic come to Taiwan to learn Chinese and throw toxic temper tantrums when women around him don’t serve his needs for sex, intimacy, spirituality, sensuality. I’ve watched a tea commerce lady try to sell her wares for Harney & Sons prices without any international reach or quality to compete, while trying to rope me in with the “family” business angle when her own family is clearly uncommunicative and her kids mentally dead with resentment and lack of resiliency. I’ve watched pyramid schemes make their way to the countryside because the city folks passed laws to ban them.
how utterly uncreative, boring and dismal. these scams are so similar around the world.
Hard times are coming, when we’ll be wanting the voices of writers who can see alternatives to how we live now, can see through our fear-stricken society and its obsessive technologies to other ways of being, and even imagine real grounds for hope. We’ll need writers who can remember freedom – poets, visionaries – realists of a larger reality.
Right now, we need writers who know the difference between production of a market commodity and the practice of an art.
Books aren’t just commodities; the profit motive is often in conflict with the aims of art. We live in capitalism, its power seems inescapable – but then, so did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art. Very often in our art, the art of words.
…We who live by writing and publishing want and should demand our fair share of the proceeds; but the name of our beautiful reward isn’t profit. Its name is freedom.
dragging semi-conscious, congested me to and from the pharmacy, the hostel owner sagely pronounced:
“you’re sick because you don’t have Taiwanese antibodies~”
been sick with a formosan bug, little wise microbial life form initiating my body home in a cellular way. thank you spirits and ancestors for this state of needed weakness or tenderness to write in love. rainy winter drizzle outside, burning fever inside this charming little old cafe run by four cats and their 39 personalities. these friends accompany midnight writing with their funny cacophonies of songs, sometimes punctuated with scratching and crashing sounds. i take some medicine in citrus, pill and literary forms to dive deep and rise up in splendor, the way clouds will sink heavily with rain along the green faces of Mt. Dawu and then rise with release.
malbec infused, traveler’s translation 創圓，cellphone LINE educated edits 阿蔚，詩涵：
好在親愛的精神與祖靈，使我在如此脆弱，或者說，如此溫柔的狀態下，能在愛中寫作。rainy winter drizzle outside, burning fever inside，我與擁有39種個性的善變貓兒們窩在這個小巧而迷人的老咖啡館裡。這四個小傢伙總在午夜時，以抓搔、碰撞、跳躍各種聲響所構成的樂曲伴我寫作。而我服用的柑橘、抗組織胺和文字，則讓我深深地潛入又奔放地躍然而起在書寫的天際；如同大武山間的嵐，沈進他綠色的臉頰又輕輕地，飄浮逸散
Falling Out of Grace: Meditations on Loss, Healing and Wisdom | Sobonfu Somé
Letters to a Young Poet | Rainer Maria Rilke
“Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its 根 roots into the very depths of your 心 heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if forbidden to write. This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hours of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer sings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple ‘I must’ then build your whole life in accordance with this necessity; your whole life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hours, must become a sign and witness to this impulse.”
The Unlikely Peace at Cuchumaquic: The Parallel Lives of People as Plants: Keeping the Seeds Alive | Martín Prechtel
“For having lived a bit, a person could become a brave wielder of life feeding eloquence whose words feed the Holy even in the way they died…This is a worldwide innate human capacity, but its long-winded ecstatic incapacity to cause the exploitation of the earth, the people, and the future has made it extinct in most modern places, becoming endangered like the seeds in the rest.”
黃真真 12.2014 | 鄭敏昌 12.2015 | B.A. 12.2016
when we shared islands, we breathed with quiet, reverence and incredible sweetness on islands. this 6th ocean work has my breath. undrowning has been impossible…
i miss you all so much. 洪會長 8.2014. Sobonfu Somé 1.2017 greatest teachers were temporarily human, just to transmit a message.
at the eastern edge of this island. when i fall, the ocean will receive me finally into forms…
i have been experiencing rising tide doubts about anthro-supremacy that Buddhism espouses. that to be human is the best form. to be a man, even better. that dangerous will towards simplification. there is a cleaving off of the feminine, to transcend over. is that why the induction of women into the sangha was said to end the enlightenment even sooner?
been researching: can a snake poison itself with venom? 百步蛇 is one of the most poisonous species in the world. my ancestor, our god. purified, the poison is used to cure heart attacks. what kills can cure. so is what’s killing us, purified…will it turn into curing us?
how does water free herself?