2009-05-18 at 03:29 (uncategorised)

I remember my first ever journey
back from the cinema one night
it was well before all the recent price hikes
it was unhurried & spent in twilight

but ever since privatisation
since we’ve been paying more to achieve progressively less
no-one kept their eyes on the maintenance of quality of track
they’d stopped performing all their checks & tests

so the first wheels went over it just fine
travelling down the lesseter known stockport-edinburgh line
but then the rust steel collapsed + a derailment occured
luckily with just two casualities, and they weren’t badly hurt

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2007-03-16 at 12:35 (uncategorised)

reality mixes with thought
dreams and/with nightmares
i’m riding waves of insanity
and it makes me feel so scared

don’t look for problems when there aren’t any
hyperchondriac fantasies?
leave it alone it might heal itself
just get it away from me

the man watches through the window
when i know that he’s not there
he closely follows my every move
i can always feel his stare.

i can’t ignore him he hates me
i can feel, he wants me dead
so when i’m dead remember me
remember what i’ve said

tall dark man, hat, holey gloves.

(stalker watches me
trails me home
watching waiting
til i’m alone.)

— started writing this 2004-04-11, I guess it shows. I still like it, though.

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test conditions

2007-03-15 at 12:30 (poetry)

this is too much
the subjekt is failing under the strain
turn off the power and leave him alone
in five days ve vill try him again

— yes, you too have little evil Russian scientists running around your head. (Not that I’m casting aspersions on Russian scientists, there. Pleae don’t blow me up.)

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2007-03-14 at 12:30 (poetry)

smell is emotion; love is devotion
travelling through london city, black towers.
happiness at room temperature(
life free of adventure)
tell the truth: no-one likes his laugh

— I found this fragment just before, dated 12th February 2004. That’s almost exactly three years ago now.

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one step forward, two steps back

2007-03-14 at 01:50 (poetry)

no point in moving forward
when your eyes are placed behind
the best you can do is carry on
pretending that you’re not blind.

— truth.

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120 film and all that jazz

2007-03-04 at 14:11 (notes, photography)

a Holga 120N

So, on a photography-related slant, I’ve just bought five rolls of 120 film for my new Holga. Here they are, in all their glory:

Expect notes (and hopefully photos) on how they compare. This is my first adventure into non-DSLR territory, so I don’t really know what I’m talking about yet, but hopefully I will soon…

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God is both necessary and impossible

2007-02-24 at 12:47 (philosophy)


  1. Assume God.
  2. If God has always been, he has been for an infinite amount of time.
  3. Real infinites do not exist, so 2 is false, thus God cannot always have been
  4. If God has not always been, then there was a time when there was nothing
  5. Nothing can come from nothing, so something must alwas have been; we call this God.
  6. See 2–6.
  7. Thus, God cannot always have been, and cannot not always have been.

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a touch of poetry

2007-02-08 at 16:29 (musings, poetry)

a touch of poetry never goes amiss
with the contours of its words and in its subtle twist
of subtext under meaning and the meter under rhyme
the last words of a sentence close its motion over time.

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private conversation

2007-01-24 at 13:56 (poetry)

what happens when i half don’t want you anymore
when i wake up with your things strewn across the floor
and my first response is to throw them all away
until i see you and i leave it for another day

we stay together more out of habit than of taste
hoping things will improve themselves so we can save face
thinking every moment — is this when it’s gonna end?
half hoping that it is, to save this downward-spiral trend

i stay awake at night with your body next to mine
half repulsed and half knowing and almost totally resigned
to failing to say or speak my mind
i worry and think and hope that you’ll be fine

i’d still like to taste your lips
savour the texture and tang of your kiss
feel your hands run over my neck
as mine stroll down your chest.

— some words stolen from hit the street, an earlier poem by moi. this one’s turning into a song, though.

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On religion

2007-01-24 at 13:52 (quotes)

As someone who does not believe that religion is necessary, I am … free to pick and choose what portions of various religions I am inclined to imitate, and which I wish to reject: this is because I believe religion does not have to be taken as a whole, and that components are not functions of their sum: thus, ignoring religion, I may agree with the Golden Rule and disagree with the Book of Revelations. I may appreciate the beauty of the Psalms, the simplicity of the Proverbs, and the eros of the Song of Solomon without soliciting their references to God. I may give my regards to the courage of Abraham yet disdain the blindness of Isaac. I may walk the Middle Way without seeking nirvana and respect my ancestors without lighting incense to invoke them. I may believe that the royal son resurrects the imperial father through ritualized revolution without expecting that he rules the dead and makes the plants grow. I may anticipate futures and ponder histories without expecting human beings be taller in those times. And I may chart the moons and stars in the sky without predicting apocalypse during a dearth of sacrificial virgins. All this I may do, because I do not need religion.

Michael Chui

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