A poem: *I meditated on your death today* First, it was very slow. Nothing but brown. A few sighs Pain drained along with moisture. Pigments dissipated. Goodbye, face! Those birds on your arm flew south, guided by the pale moon. Horses in Oaxaca. Your eyes, flew north chasing lights within lights. Aurora Borealis. You grew wings. Not much later, a yellow beetle perched on a tea leaf. A field in Yunnan. Your hair, leaves; Your arms, trunks; Your teeth, unexpected hails; Your t

Instructions to forget: 1. Evoke the contour of those memories of concern. 2. Blur out all the defining traits. 3. Overtime, said memories become this greyish-yellow cloud. 4. Marvel at its mangeability. Instructions otherwise: 1. Evoke the contour of those memories of concern. 2. Consciously add more details, including but not limited to: Colors, texture, temperature, tones, exact words, imagined words. expressed thoughts, hidden thoughts. 3. Allow time for roots to grow.

Translation There are hundreds and thousands of Chinese poems I want to translate and share. I found this exquisite poem on the internet today by the Chinese poet 肖开愚 (b.1960). He is a famous modern Chinese poet who lives in Berlin and works all over the world. He is also a visiting professor at the Shanghai Conservatory of Music. <<嘀咕>> 他观察月亮直到双目失明。 他告诉她他想哭，痛哭。 她搀扶着他走下图书馆的台阶， “但是，”她说，“那违背了初衷。 ”她肩头一震，旦并不懂得话语中的热情。 她请求他把疲惫的头颅垂在她的胸口休息几分钟， 她说：“好吗？”并落下眼泪。 月亮词语诗人虚幻的名声， 它蓝色的光剑刺杀了生活，

A Poem I have no concept of the distance between us With the news you brought me on that windy beach I ran toward you who then gave me a stack of books I mistook for a map to the bloody unforgivable gaping wounds of the world I lie awake at night detailing the texture and smell of these maps and of you the expectant fighter the exhausted nurse with emerald eyes made of stars I would like to let go of my wanting of you let go of the entire array of planets loud crickets autumn

*A poem* looking out the window pondering how significant and insignificant our chattering-grieving-laughing-rushing-wanting-fearing-musing busy bodies and minds are in this mysterious unknowable magnificent UNIVERSE

For thirty days I am committed to sharing a small piece of art everyday. It might be a poem, a song, a performance, a dance, a video, a photograph. It has been a while since I made this kind of commitment to connect to myself and others. I hope you would join me on this journey. #30daysproject