Monday, June 04, 2007

Fugu Soup Blues

"Those who eat fugu soup are stupid. Those who don't eat fugu soup are also stupid."
--Japanese proverb

Nothing good can come out of eating
something named porcupine fish. It's like
playing Russian Roulette when you cook it --

the pulse of toxin in its sweet little body
can kill thirty men. But this is the most delicious

of all fishes, the sweet meat almost sugared
and the salty broth mix -- it's worth any death.
Can you taste the pure poison hidden

in the skin folds? Can you forget what you eat
may kill you even as you wipe your mouth

with the back of your hand? Consider the way
the porcupine fish dies: it is the only fish
that can close its eyes. When a cleaver comes

near its head, it even winces. Sushi chefs complain
of the noise it makes on the chopping block --

like crying -- even though fishermen always stitch
its small mouth shut. And the blinking.
Don't we expect fish eyes to be dead-black

and dumb? You cannot stop this hunger. When
something this good can kill you, every pin prick

of white pain just adds more flavor. When
the waiter with the curvy smile asks if you want
seconds, please, I beg of you -- set down your spoon.

- Aimee Nezhukumatathil
from At the Drive-In Volcano (Tupelo Press, 2007)

0 lend me some sugar.

 

written by jia.

  ..so lately i have been in this stay-up-till 7am, ungrammatical, nostalgic, talk to myself. paranoid, insomniac, wide eyed, and a little intense. okie maybe little is an understatement. wish i knew if i wanted stability more than the complete range of emotions and melodrama. if only life could be summarized in one simple word...good or bad. -im too young to be stuck somewhere in the middle, sitting on a fence and whining about it. no, i cant write an intro for myself, hence i ask you to read the damn blog. maybe.. you'll find out more through my posts. n in the meanwhile take a panadol handy.. .

tell me you luv me..

Terror Alert Level -

Terror Alert Level

dynasty -

One crow sorrow
Two crows mirth
Three crows a joining
Four crows a birth
Five crows lucky
Six crows cold
Seven crows a secret
Never to be told

mantra -

 

- Lately...

 When I was a child
a story was told
about the devil
and a girl so bold.
He offered her riches,
a fortune of gold,
and lovers abound.
But she lifted her soul,
she lifted her soul clean.
Like the story was told
on a dark country road
the same man appeared to me...

But I reached, I reached
through the rain to the Devil's feet.

Now twenty years later
to the place I return where I scorned the angels
for a passion that burned.
There set in a tree
a knot twisted and turned,
the face of a creature Hell bound.
So long ago
could my mind've played jokes on me?
As darkness sets in,
unavoidable sin,
the truth I try not to believe....

That I reached, I reached
through the rain to the Devil's feet.

-by Azure Ray

 

ode to meaning..

_________________

One Tree Hill - New Zealand.
Dedicated to Xulfee Bhai, who chose to die in the Summer of 2003 Oct 7.

calm before the storm

_________________

Numb by Linkin Park

And i know
I may end up failing too
But i know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you..

I've become so Numb...I can't feel you there.

moon phase
 

calculated distractions

broken promises ..

said he: tum jaisay doosron say bhaagti ho aur chupati ho .. wohi mere saath bhi kiya....  "  

~*~  current mood ...

                 

coffee files...

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