Posted - 28 Nov 2005 : 20:27:58
| I am writing a poem a day - a plea every day - for the life of Van Nguyen, in the hope that people will listen... I am against capital punishment everywhere in the world, not just Singapore. Earlier this year I published a poem in the Yale Review against executions in Ohio, USA. As far as I am concerned, state execution is state murder.
Preservation Haiku — sixth plea for the life of Van Nguyen
We celebrate birth
To enrich the biosphere;
Eyes preserve distance;
Up close makes large of the small;
The grime wasn’t there;
Rain over the window pane;
The boat cuts water;
Its wake is soon forgotten.
The curved horizon;
The intactness of island.
Lightning — a fifth plea for the life of Van Nguyen
We observe night places
though we look
harder for it,
at the ragged edges
of rock and foliage
The storm ranging
through the valley,
still the smell
of cut oat-stalks:
earlier in the day,
to fuel violence
Singapore Orchids — a fourth plea for the life of Van Nguyen
The moon and sun
Have fused as one;
Tiger orchids —
Inside out — flecked
Cool — bright perfume:
And Kasem Gold
On Orchard Road.
Light in the cell?
The Vanda Miss
journey to light?
Singapore — your
Orchid... your light.
Tradition: a third plea for the life of Van Nguyen
Even storm clouds of crushing weight
Bring life — brood and effervesce.
Even those who feel it’s too late
For clemency, might reassess.
Doina: another plea for the life of Van Nguyen
The serrated fronds of palms waver at the airport;
The condemned is cut off from flight.
The ripe durian fruit is sweetest eaten when the smell’s offensive;
The condemned eats, is killed, the bitter-sweet unbalances.
The flowering strands of rice exhale inflorescence;
The executioner eats a meal — before, and after.
Grace: a plea for the life of Van Nguyen
The humidity is increasing here,
and stretched taut through a time zone
we share, there is no argument of nation,
but rather a simple equation
of what’s done between sunrise
and sunset — our washing, our eating, our prayers.
In taking a breath that feeds the air
with embodiment, we gasp,
struggle to fill our lungs,
struggle to fill our days
awaiting the sleep we will wake from:
fresh, contrite, enlightened.
Posted - 30 Jan 2006 : 02:04:30
Originally posted by John Kinsella
I am writing a poem a day - a plea every day - for the life of Van Nguyen, in the hope that people will listen... I am against capital punishment everywhere in the world, not just Singapore. Earlier this year I published a poem in the Yale Review against executions in Ohio, USA. As far as I am concerned, state execution is state murder.
So you DID post here as I suggested after all. Not sure what you think about the rest of the forum content though. See you in Perth!
p.s. if you read this, your email seems to be bouncing, so drop me a note if able?
Edited by - alf on 30 Jan 2006 02:09:09