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Unwilling

Found online, translated…

The memories of the past

Still tasted quite sweet

But the promises~~~had all, turned into regrets

……

My heart had ached

Your tears, fallen too

No matter how unwilling we both are, we will

Eventually, come to forget

The need of keep hanging on, will eventually, faze out

What we couldn’t let go of, will eventually BE let go of

And, so, everything will be okay, after the time had passed, is what this one is about, but, is it true?  How can one forget about the betrayals that someone close to the person imposes upon her/him.  This is still, wishful thinking, based off of my interpretations.

 

 

 

 

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Writing is a Lot Like Cooking

You must be patient!!!  You CAN’T hurry the process of creativity…

Writing is a lot like cooking, you must get the temperature just right, or, whatever it is you’re preparing will be undercooked or burnt on the stove.

Writing is a lot like cooking, because, as you’re writing your first drafts (you ARE, doing multiple drafts, right???), it’s like how you’re still deciding on what to make for your meals, you added a little bit of this, a little bit of that, taste it, and, if it’s bad, then, you’d have to, throw the entire pot out, just like if the ideas don’t flow smoothly, you will have to, crumple up that piece of paper, or, delete that file you were working on on the computer, and start all over again.

Writing is a lot like cooking, you just have to do everything step-by-step, and you can’t skip the parts, because it wouldn’t end up as you hoped it would if you do.  Writing, like cooking, is also a skill that will be perfected, with many practices, so, don’t expect your firsts to taste like those foods from the 5-Star Michelin Restaurants OR your first essays to be without errors big or small.

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Two Myths on Getting Published

Found online, translated…

In the American and European movies, you’d see this overly done scene: a writer, quitted his job, asked him why?  He’d replied, because he’d intended to write a novel.  His wife works outside the home, bringing in the bread and bacon every single day, while the husband stayed at home all day long, worked on that book, that only existed inside his own mind.  Short of a stamp, it can be mailed out to the publishers.  To the middle of the movie, there’s a huge twist in the story, the husband got inspired daily, and kept his fingers, flying across the keyboards.  The next scene, the writer appeared, dressed up to the nines, with his new novel published, and hitting the best seller’s lists.

Toward the publishing realm in Taiwan, this, is just a myth.  Toward my own understanding of the situation now, this, is still only a myth.

Being a writer is a career that lets most people down.  Because the writer’s work is a mythical creation.  Because even though, the writer’s heart is lonely, away from the rest of the world, her/his writing can still manage to get the public going, because nobody can clearly describe the depth of the soul, the dangers, and the excitements it has of offering you, but someone was willing to cast a line, and see what one may catch.  Used his own sorrows, to refer to the world’s sorrows.  Giving the writer a respect, and imagining what a wonderful life the writer has, this, may be the feedback the writer receives, from the hardships of her/his own life, the return of morale.  And so, when someone congratulated me on publishing a book and how I should take everybody out to celebrate, I’d felt gratitude toward the caller, and, in my heart, I’d felt that I’d let her/him down once more.

Writing in Taiwan can only become a secondary job.  Like in the olden days, when the men would head out to work, while women picked up the spare jobs of handiwork to make the extra money, to help make ends meet.  There’s nothing wrong with that, being a writer is kind of a handiwork too.

In order to cast her/his line lower, a writer must have a larger reader pool.  And, for the sake of this unknown, but supposedly fruitful venture, the writer is willing to give up a steady job, for the sake of writing a book.  But, it may not proven to be fruitful in the end, because there are a TON of writers, competing here, in Taiwan.  Writing, is not measured by the monetary gains, besides, there are a lot of “selfish” writers, the completions of their novels are for solely themselves, not to appease the readers.

The writers had not met up to the mass public’s expectations.  This, is a vanishing myth.

There are more, readers and nonreaders in China more than in Taiwan, apparently, when the writers from Taiwan get their books over the straight, of course, it’s to appease to those who would read them.  I once had the chance, of publishing my writings abroad too, but, I’d offended the officials because my book talked about the war of Kinmen with China.  And this, is also, another weird trend in publishing.

The myths got destroyed one by one.  But not yet given up on, selling merely one hundred, two hundred books, I’ll still write, because myths are extremely rare, and I only wanted to be human.

And so, what motivated this person to keep on writing, and not cared about whether or not his books sold out is this sense of duty, he felt compelled, to pass the knowledge he has, down, to someone else, and that, is the true heart of a writer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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As Your Dreams Dimmed Out

Your dreams are slowly getting lost by the day, one by one, they’d become that candle that got blown out slowly…

As your dreams dimmed out, you’re still asleep, waiting, for more dreams, and yet, those dreams that got dimmed out, well, they ain’t NEVER comin’ back to you again that’s for certain!

As your dreams dimmed out, do you feel that strong sense of loss over them?  Do you feel that betrayal, of them, leaving you, abandoning you, leaving you, without hope?  As your dreams dimmed out, you don’t want to wake up yet, but, there’s NO more dreams for you to dream, you’d MAXED out for the night.

As your dreams dimmed out, what do you do?  You tried, to desperately, grab a hold on to them, begged, and pleaded even, with them, to NOT abandon you, but, they just, walked away, quickly, without turning their heads around, to take that one last look at you………

You are left alone, in the darkness, then, you wake, covered in COLD sweats, unable to fall back to sleep again.  And, when you realized, that all those dreams that were dimmed out will NEVER be returned to you, you feel that hint of sadness, slowly, accumulating, getting bigger, bigger, and bigger, until you’re overcome and overwhelmed, by that strong sense of loss.

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Being Humble Toward the Rice Plant

The “captions” of a photograph, with people, bending down, to harvest rice, translated…

I believe, that every time one bends down

It’s an accumulation of what is gained

This merely tells you, that even IF you get stepped on at work or whatever right now, you’re actually higher than the people who stepped on you, but, is it, really true???  We’ll just have to wait and see now, don’t we???

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The Ears, a Two-Lined Poem

Translated…

Sneaking into an unknown tunnel

Steal the secrets

And so, that would be a very clear way of describing the organ: ears, wouldn’t it?  And the person was able to express the purpose and the formation of the ear, using just THOSE two simple lines too.

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The Bird’s Business

A poem, translated…

Every morn they would

Start chirping outside my windows

And, started, digging holes inside my garden

Burying

My dreams

And so, that, would be how you woke up every morning, hearing the birds’ calls, it must be nice, to live that close to nature, to be able to enjoy nature’s own symphonies, but perhaps, you feel annoyed, because you’re still in deep sleep, when those birds start to chirp, chirp, chirp…

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To live

Jameson Wilds

Do you remember a time when things made a little more sense, when things didn’t seem so quite upside down?
A time when black was black and white was white and love meant love.
When a smile from a stranger made your day and the world around you just moved a little bit slower.
Now it seems as we live in a world of indifference and a society of carbon copies.
A place where a “good morning” or a “hi there” is greeted with a scowl from someone on their phone or a blank look of unfamiliarity.
The world moves too fast now and this escalator of life just keeps taking us along and there’s no real place to step off.
Sometimes I just want to look over the edge and then look a little more until the heels of my feet are raised slightly and at that moment there’s…

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Predictions

Uncertainties About the Future……aren’t We All!!!

spanishwoods

photo by Sylvia photo by Sylvia

Future Isabella, what can you tell us about the coming winter?
Will it be bitter, the bleak days echoing the quiet,
white stillness of the cold?
Or will it be mild and mellow as the oak trees bring
forth acorn tales to be told?

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When the Name You Responded to is No Longer Yours

When the name you responded to is no longer yours, how’d that happen?  You should KNOW your name by now, after all, you’d carried that same name, for, uh???  Your ENTIRE lives, didn’t you?  So how come, just now, you can’t even respond to your own name anymore??? When the name you responded to is no longer yours, this, is just ONE of many things that you’d ended up, losing through time, there’s NO doubt, and soon, when you stare into the mirror, you will, shockingly discover: how come there’s a stranger, copying EVERY last one of my moves???

When the name you responded to is no longer yours, there’s NO way to reverse this process, because you’re on your ways, to losing, everything you’d ever known, because that, is how the years had an effect, on your mind.  When the name you responded to is no longer yours, you may feel that it isn’t normal, but, you’ll get used to it, after all, you’d eventually become Mr./Mrs./Ms. So-and-So………

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