Jurong said: "It takes more courage to do something badly than to do it well. In America, I would never have dared to do anything badly. Never on purpose, at least. But now I wish to fail all I can. Failing is the sculptor's chisel."
Turong said: "Now you're talking. But actually, you are hardly alone. The excitement of failure is incomparable and compulsive. This at least partially explains the proliferation of contests, competitions, man-made challenges, oh games!"
Jurong said: "Ho-hum. But games are games. Perhaps you have never experienced a real failure?"
Turong said: "The real failure is when one fails to recognize the levity in all failures - and realize that failures are never final, and that games are, in theory, never-ending."
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Silences
The beginning of poetry is song
And poetry the beginning of song;
The end comes with the breeze
When the breeze stops, the song ends;
But the music never stops
In the shifting rays of silence
That surround us
Friday, June 3, 2011
Tomorrow
Exodus and ecstasy are one and the same thing
Before you have left, you have already arrived;
The excitement of arrival always arrives before one actually arrives.
Moss and pepper, you, too, are one and the same, though just for tonight and tomorrow.
Transparent Light
Happiness gapes at me from behind a watermelon rind
Sleep awaits, but here, a little sweetness
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