subconscious meets conscious: from Wesak Day to poems

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from Wesak Day to poems

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Today, tonight actually, i'll be going with my family to a Wesak celebration at a temple. Not what i'd pick to do, but what the heck, i don't think anyone would throw away ten marks in religion. It will be interesting at least. Funny. I don't even know what Wesak day is about. i think it's the festival where they ''pang se'' or in mandarin ''fang seng''. The literal english translation is ''releasing life''. Oh well, guess i'll find out tonight!

I used to think i liked poems. I used to like writing poems. Hmm...actually, i still do. But taking the english literature class has made me realise one thing : i don't really understand poems at all. It's soooo frustrating! At first i might think i have it, i've finally unlocked the poems true meaning, and then with just a few cryptic words, Ms. Kalai makes me all befuddled again. Drats! Sometimes i wonder if all of us are just reading too much into a poem, what if the author just wrote it like that because it sounded cool or made the poem flow better? What makes us so sure that the poet has something more to say? Something so deep and philosophical lurking somewhere between the lines or beyond the lines? Haha! I can just imagine it.... one of the dead poets waking up some day and reading someone's thoughts on his/her poem and thinking : Gosh! I didn't know my poem had so much meaning in it!

Signing off, ~TJ*

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