Parallel Lines (draft three)

We were put into a room for thirty minutes
To come across something

The conversation was like two parallel lines
Two lines were with adamant great walls
Two lines had difficulties to conversation on same point at the same time

One sentence was threw out
Another voice was adding footnotes
Cloze tests are here and there
Misunderstanding took place in-between every second
Chaotic conversation deafen the real discussion

It was not even started
The time was up
I was frustrated

Once again, 30 mins was in vain.
Unskillful verbal conversation as I am
Makes culture boundaries be naughty again and again

I still could not figure out how wide the gap is
I still could not work out how I could build a bridge to cross.

Maybe all of these were wrong at the very beginning.
Maybe mixing parallel lines is a fault.

Maybe being simple is beautiful
Maybe keeping distance is amazing.

Maybe discussion is not needed
And maybe listening is needed.

Parallel lines should be continually paralleled
The gap should be understood

Parallel Lines (draft one)

What is the point to discuss
if we are in two parallel lines?

How can you expect from me for the building the bridge
if I am not qualified for the brilliant communication skill and you are not helping me out?

I thought I have already grown from the relationship between you and me,
And I would have never suffered the pain from it anymore
However, while you said that to you I made effortless.
My emotion can not be hold anymore.
The tears are breaking the dam
Falling cats and dogs

Today I knew what so beautiful about the beach is the graceful parallel horizontal lines that they are keeping the peaceful distance and have never came across.
Water is water
Sand is sand
Air is air
There is not a matter in between the two.

Yeah, it is my fault.
A fault puts me into this odd situation.

It is impossible to discuss if we stand at two parallel lines.
The distance is the most beautiful thing.

Parallel Lines(draft Two)

What is the point to discuss if we keep walking in two parallel lines?
Two lines are with a great distance and never come across.

How could I build a bridge to communicate you and me?
While your walls are so adamant,
There is not even a window or a door
There is no sign or guide
There is
Nothing

How could I knock down your wall to communicate with you
if I am not stronger
Smarter
More articulate than you?
I am not qualified the better condition than you and you are not helping me out?

Yeah, how could I hope that you are helping me out since you are not even aware there is a great distance between us.



I thought I have already grown from the relationship between you and me,
And I would have never suffered the pain and be hurt by you anymore
However, while you are even denying my attitude,
I could not calm myself anymore.
The tears are just breaking the dam
Falling cats and dogs

Today I knew what so beautiful about the beach
The graceful parallel horizontal lines which keep the peaceful distances between each other and have never came across.
Water is water
Sand is sand
Air is air
There are not any matters in between the two.

Yeah, it is my fault.
A fault puts me and you into this odd situation.
Our meeting is an absolutely fault.

It is impossible to discuss if we stand at two parallel lines.

























Keeping distance
is the most beautiful thing.

The Greatest thing

As I expected; the only certain is uncertainty

My name is Serene
Like sand that you can never hold and feather that blow by the wind

We all reagant to one another
Is almost like reward for being with each other

It comes and goes.......
We can never know
What other hold, to you

Smile will never cost you a thing
It will only sing inside of you

Chapter Three: A WORLD WITH ONLY MYSELF

In the border of culture
I chose to shut my door too

In a world with only me
At least I could get some peace.

Everything follows my concious
Ordered by my dream

In a space of 99 square feet
I built my little Kindom inside chelsea dream

A phone call from home
School fee, the bills, the rents are asking for my
Gains?
Achievements?
Commerce?
Reflections?

The fancy dream is drying out.
The peace is falling apart.
Empty is the only thing left.
And now the room is like a ugly chain, a infine black hell

Where is my way out?
Somebody please help me out?
?
?
?
?
A world with only myself.

Chapter Two: Fence

I’ve never be part of it.
And yet, never will be, no matter how hard I’m trying.

Closing windows
Closing doors,
Closing gates
Closing fences

Boundaries are getting clear and clear
I’ve been kept outside from the very beginning, and I’ve never realized.

I could only watch
Picture
Copy
Imagine
Dream
The world I wanna be in.

Chapter One

I arrived at a world fill with my dream
Like a beautiful bubble
Fly

None Sense

"Do I know what you expect?"
Are you expecting from me?
I didn't hear you say that to my ears
I'm not your property and I'm not listening to you
Will you like me anyway?

It's okay to be afraid, I feel it too.
mighty more than you...
percolate through yourself
and you shall see, it will be all over again

refuse your desire, refuse to believe, refuse your mind
can you have total control of yourself
can you become immune to your instinct
and still be you?

My world loose gravity.
I was avalanched by identity.
Weightless in a river.
I cannot control the way, and yet, cannot stop.
I've already been on the way, drifting across the cultures.

I’ve been pushing by the waves
Lost completely in my space.
I’ve been a stranger to the world
The world is very strange to me.

I am crying to land
Therefore, there is no way
I am a faint weightless fish
Flowed, drifted, bitten by waves.

I stand at the border of the two worlds.
I don’t know how many doors I need to open
How many I need to shut?

I stand at the border of worlds
I don’t know how many I have to receive
And how much I need to give?

I’ve been stopped outside the fence
And I also have been locked inside my world

How many we need to modify?
How many we need to keep?

When should I need to listen to others?
When should I need to listen to my voice?

How long I have been watching
How long I still need to imagine?

I’m walking around the border
I don’t know how to speak
What to do
Where to go
Who should I listen to?

Why?

By hearing the news of the war from middle east rescently,
I have been really painful.
My heart have been weeping everyday
So many questions flow into my mind make me hardly breathe.

Why people can not realize killing people is not the way lead to peace?
Why people can not understand having a war just make people to hate each other even more??
Why people can not listen to the voice different from them?
Why people can not stop representing the others in theirselves projection of fear?
Why people can not stop being so superiority, and think from the other people's position?
Why people can not stop having the desire of controling the other people?
Why people can not see the oppression rised because of the unfair world?
Why people can not see how they trample down the other people and always ask why other people always angry at me?
Why people can not see themselves might be wrong?

Why people can not let the world be equal?
Why people can not let the other be themselves?
Why? WHy? WHy? WHy? WHy??

Why people can not learn, and always let the blood run over the earth?????
Tell me why?

Night Light Sight Up

Every morning the summer light wake me up!
I feel sick of light 'cause it never shine me up

Two cups of coffee,
Two jugs of juices,
I still not wake up

I felt nothing from summer light
'cause I came from where it comes up

Two things I like more than a coffee cup
one is night, another is perfect sight
Take me to the kindest night
and I will be in my summer light

chair/table/lamp/on/paper/in front/
read/got/nothing/coffee/cigarette/back/
read/more/confuse/stop/clean/plates/yesterday/
think/sit/sofa/TV/nothing/DVD/old/remembering/
nearly/stop/walk/shop/coke/sweet/try/not to smoke/
sweet/finish/thinking/no/smoke/fail

Recording at 10:43 13July06
Using one word to what is around you and what you are doing
lets other imagination flow

I've never wana be alone

I've never wana be alone.
But I need to be alone.

........ to be continued ^_^ (Just feel so strongly about these two sentences recently)

2 hours on my way home

9/7/06
22:01 I'm in a pub in Covent garden
Italy beats France 5-3 in a penalty shoot-out win the world cup of 2006
The aura soon reaches its peak through every corner in Cental London.


22:45 I'm in Piccadilly circus with my friends.
Here is full of the sounds of cheering.
flags are flying.
Horns are sounding.
London is vivrating.

My friends and I am woodenly standing there,
shareing the moment of joy.


23:01 I don't wana go home
But my friends are leaving
I walk alone along Piccadilly
Trumpeted cars block it
Lots groups of friends cheer out on the street
Somehow I feel fullfilled by just watching all these
Their passion makes me so excited


23:17 I don't wana go home
I am in front of Green Park
I make several calls to friends, and express my thrill
Nobody feel the same as me.


23:27 I don't wanna go home
I am in Hyde Park Corner
I walk through xxxxx
The sounds of cheering start drawing away from me
Few passerbys also walk alone like me


23:30 I don't wanna go home
I am in Knightsbridge
I see three ladies and two gentlmen dressed nicely walking into a posh door
The archetecture looks like some embassy, but there is no flag
I glimpse at the lordly door for few seconds
Wondering what is the party going on in there


23:37 I don't wanna go home
I am passing by a quiet cafe resturant
The light diffusing through its gauze warms my heart
I stop my steps as my mind dither


23:44 I don't wana go home
I turn into Sloane Street
My bat is far away from me
I can't barely hear any cheers or horns from the street
What welcome me is a beautiful bright full-moon
The moon is taking me home

The street is so quiet
I pass by a private garden near my house
In between the bushes is a double bench lounged under the vivid street light
I missed him so much

At this cool summer night
After flaming passion
What leaves me is myself alone again


00:01 I don't wanna go home
I am at my home.

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p.s. "xxxx" is the arch in the middle of hyde park cornor. Anyone knows the name of it?

What do we put in our work (?)

Something we can share
Our style
Our role
Immediate communication
Honesty (peanuts and sausages)
Emotion
Something we like
Obsessions
Men with long-haired armpits
Tradition
Memories
Laugh & Care
Ugly, dark, disturbing and grotesque
Me and now
Love and Time

Where am I now

I am not actually in the cafe but what is a function of a cafe is
It is the same as where I am now,
here is no coffee cup,
here is not a pub with a music and sound
but here are many people around
everyone hunger for their style
where am I now......

What I heard and interest me is not as loud
there only a little virbantion around my ear
why can't I catch what I want to hear
maybe that sound is not here

O how could I be near to you
that would make my ear will listen to....
You......... the uncommon sound

Three for one

I have 2 eyes 2 legs and 2 hands like you

We see and create different things each day

Where we go is totally different, but in the end we all end the same way

me...

having neither intellect nor feet
i adapted to the unique lifestyle
of an enhanced relationship
with my customers
not necessarily meaningful
an expression of dependence
on a masqueraded network
when part of the definition of love
was a migration to pacific islands
in what was meant to be the future
of a calculated withdrawal

Depressed house

Since I couldn't found anybody to talk to,
I kept walking around the house.
The space was as quiet as always.
Its quiet was like acquiescence to my behavior.
Something behind the house seems desperate to be found.




















I stood by the window in my room.
The houses outside seems so lively and warm.
And I wondered inside that skin whether it would be the same?
Or the houses are also another wall that people built to hide themselves












































Lonely, sad and depressive
Were full filled the house in everywhere,
the corridor, the chair, the bed, the window, the plants, even the dog and cat.
It was like after a horrible storm
Though everything all cleaned up and new arranged,
Fears, anxious, depressed, sad crawled over everywhere.




















Ticket, the dog,
guarded the empty house as regular everyday,
from morning to the night,
was immured in lonely and depressed.
















lonesome affection

a waving house

3 "sound" briefs

If you don't know what to write about, try these three easy exercises, to be done possibly in the same day, but at some hours distance one from the other... Give yourself 5 to 10 minutes for each exercise. Have fun!

Morning: sit in a very noisy cafe or anywhere loud. Write down all the noises that you can recognise. Start with a list and then try to describe some of them, the ones that are more interesting to you. See what effect they have on your feelings and write about that too.

Afternoon: sit somewhere less noisy, like a bookstore maybe. Do the same as above: write down all the noises that you can hear. Start by making a list and then try to describe them, the ones that are more interesting to you. See how they affect your feelings and write about that too.

Night: in your room, alone. That should be the quietest of the three places. Hear the sounds of your house and your neighbourhood. Describe them. Concentrate on the sound of your pen on the paper. The sound of yourself breathing. Can you hear that. How do you react to that?

Read everything the next day and choose 3 sentences, as if you were writing a little poem, to publish on this blog. You can choose a sentence from every moment in the day or whatever you want! Just write! I'm looking forward to reading your next contributions!

Not really sure about this...

... but anyway,

my google emailbox, which is usually precise with spam mail, has mistakenly put in my inbox an advertisment for viagra pills. When I read the mail I didn't notice it was an advertisment. I actually thought it was one of you guys on the workshop! It was so poetic... it actually doesn't make much sense but the way some words come together and create fantastic images is quite amazing. It's really a shame that it was just some spam!

Not really sure about this, as I was saying before, but I've decided to publish it because I think it's a "nice" and creative misunderstanding.

Let me make this clear: this doesnt' mean that we can publish spam mail on the blog from now on. However, I think this one works as an example of how - sometimes - it is enough to through words in the mixer and press the button to create interesting stuff, which is the way these spam texts are originated.

I'm sure it can stimulate someone's creativity. Just pick some words from the dictionary and put them together in a line. Do they make sense, can you give sense to them, can you help them become sense, or let them have sense?

Any takers?

There it goes, the spam mail I've received!

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somewhere allowed twenty-one seven of them work
nothing benefit why commit discuss the arms
morning telling off second commitment
occasions and times forty captains.

A Warm Dinner?

I was expecting a big warm welcoming dinner tonight.
Therefore,
7:49pm
It is still an empty kitchen…
Coldness is instilling my heart.

Touched

I touched,
as I was so anxious to explore it
The stories of the house

searching...

I searched everywhere,
not sure what was I looking for...
It is a very quiet old house

A Waving Room

26/3/06
My first night arrived at my homestay,
At Biarritz, France
The room is painted in sky blue.
As I lay down on the bed,
I almost felt like lying on the sea
Waves agitate my head and mind

do we believe what we see, or do we see what we believe?

people have faith in the strangest things - at the periphery of vision
and we all share our convinctions with a sort of illiterate charm
protecting ourselves against alternatives

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Ariel's Comment:-

the eager to be "right" is always the victor of the true. But what is true? Everything is just defined by people. Yeh we see what we believe all the time.

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Ken's comment on "now"'s photograph

This was posted as a comment by 莘莘學子, but I'll republish it un-edited as an article because I think it makes sense to be able to see it immediately!

:o)

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莘莘學子 said...
Obviously, the picture was not taken in a London tube as it's so clean and spacious. (haaa haaa ... ....)

As a non-native English speaker, starting my journey in English writing is just like travelling in a completely strange environment (an unsafe territory). And this writing workshop is like a clean, spacious and comfortable train which I can relax and try to enjoy my fear of English writing with lovely passengers around me.

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MAKE sense...

About what we said yesterday...

In the English language, people make sense of things, and things make sense -- when they do, of course!

I like this use of the verb to make because it focuses on the sculptoreal, or constructive side of creativity.

In the Italian language, things are said to have sense, and the expression is that you give sense to something. I think this is less indicative of what actually happens when people create communication.

To what verbs is "sense" -- or rather "meaning" -- associated in your languages?

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gwen said...

We said, become a sense or be a sense in Korean. :)

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Ariel said...
I can't think of a proper verb that we use for "make sense" in Chinese. I think it might be more like let it have sense

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I think that become a sense is a fantastic expression! So now I want to learn Korean!

Hey, look at that picture...

There are two things that I really like about the picture posted by "now".

The first one is that most people in that train are reading something. I think it fits our group very well, because it combines the idea of writing/reading with the idea of the journey. I like to think of writing as the exploration of a(n unsafe) territory. Who knows where we all are going... there's no way to know it because you can't see it from the window. You have to travel to know.

The second thing is that there's a kid, just after the threshold, holding a colorful toy in his hands... Creativity is a playful colorful journey!

I think these are two powerful images to start a story.

I think we should all try writing something that starts from this photograph!

Welcome to Andrea's Writing Workshop (AWW...!)

Hello,

This is Andrea's Writing Workshop (AWW...!)

You're all welcome to contribute to the blog by posting your own articles.

I hope you will enjoy your presence here,

The first image is going to be the official banner of our blog, until one of you doesn't design and post a better one, of course! The second one is your host for tonight!

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