A Wolf on the Foldthe look and the use
the sheathe is blotted,
black and peeling,
the hilt is rusting,
but the blade is sharp;
the blade is sharp.
oh!
Oh! Love!
Thou
button-battery
cool in the hand and
easy in the mouth;
and burning, burning
deep in the gut.
the logic of the saw
the saw knows
what the knife is;
the knife knows
what the axe is;
they
clack together in the trunk,
each a role of their own –
each sharp in a
different way –
each waiting to see
what all they’ll
go through.
voice
it rises in anger and
cools to soothe;
it runs as wild as
fire, as free as breeze
when the boss ain’t looking –
so malleable and
morphable –
known in a thousand configurations
to different minds;
and somehow,
each heavy tone and
light insinuation
bears the same mark
In Silence
in silence we make noise;
listen –
in silence we make noise.
we fill the space we
color the drab,
and in silence we fidget,
squirm, squeak, we
chirp and babble and
it lasts a moment –
but silence,
it outlasts us all.
KATAKU BERMAKNAMENYUSUN ARAH, MEMBENTUK MANUSIA: MENELUSURI SISTEM PENDIDIKAN CHINA
Pemerintah China menempatkan pendidikan sebagai poros strategis pembangunan nasional, sebuah orientasi yang berakar sejak reformasi Deng Xiaoping pada 1978. Dalam kerangka teoretis yang lebih terarah, pendekatan ini beresonansi dengan konsep human capital yang dirumuskan oleh Gary Becker pada 1964, yang menegaskan bahwa investasi pendidikan meningkatkan produktivitas dan pertumbuhan ekonomi
a fly in an empty room
we are whirring whizzing falling,
falling, flying around a light,
we are small and we are
everything;
we are buzzing with anticipation,
dying every second and still we
circle, circle, circle,
and pretend it’s
all worth something,
and decide it’s
all worth something.
The Frozen, Thaw
driven by despair by
curiosity and longing, by
hopes for cures
bodily & spiritually,
some men went out into the
cold night,
tucked away like
half-forgotten tax returns in the
living morgues of Pasadena;
some men would give up their allotted years for
hope of a future;
some men will thaw rapidly
when a semi-truck hauling corn waste
careens into just the right utility post;
some men will awaken and
find themselves a fleshly meltwater.
build, destroy
we are crimping the chains and
prying them open,
they’re circling, circling,
as they pass through a thousand hands
scrape a thousand callouses,
but only in ours,
bloodied and greased as the rest –
but ours –
do we crimp the chains
and pry them open
forgotten in the moment
we are living a memory;
this sky, the smell of
coffee, filtered
through years of future and
smacking wet against the brainpan;
the today is somehow yesterday;
we are not misremembering we are
simply living the moment faultily;
we are not stuck in the past,
but moving through it to
our final moment, our
flash of recognition as all neurons fire,
our one spark of living,
our only point of recall.