Poetry

Language that holds more than a literal meaning.

Contradictions of a Tiger Cub, Part I

Submitted by Armin Medosch on Sun, 01/12/2014 - 11:51

Video sequence taken during recent Vietnam trip. What strikes me is the contradicition between Vietnam's apparent dynamism, allegedly having joined the club of fast growing economies as a 'tiger cub' - in reference to the other Asian 'tiger economies' such as Taiwan, South Korea or Thailand - while at the same time this catching up modernisation process starts from a very low level.

Check out this river view of a village between Can Tho and Cai Be, in the Mekong delta.

Kebap and Pizza Hut. From: Urban Traffickers Stories

Submitted by Armin Medosch on Fri, 02/06/2009 - 12:06
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Urban Traffickers - This is not a poem 1: Black Hats

A police man is taking notes at a busy crossroad
A man with a black hat is standing next to a cash mashine
Two men with black hats are seen walking through a park
A man with a black hat looks at another man with a black hat close to the entrance of the underground
A man with a black hat is sitting on an underground train with red seats and yellow railings
A police woman is taking notes at a major touristic site
The chief of police is said to be wearing a black hat in private

Kebap and Pizza Hut. From: Urban Traffickers Stories
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Two Rainbows (for eternal hope in the heart)

Submitted by Lindsay on Fri, 09/05/2008 - 04:56
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For all those who carry hope in their hearts, may you find your pot of gold (whatever that might be).

Two Rainbows (for eternal hope in the heart)

Selkie

Submitted by Lindsay on Sat, 08/09/2008 - 11:00
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Selkies (or silkies) are part of the folklore of coastal North Scotland and Ireland. Selkies are seals that can shed their skin to reveal a human form which allows them to take lovers from from the land.

Selkie

Ghost in gum tree, Adelaide Parklands, dusk

Submitted by doll_yoko on Sun, 08/03/2008 - 08:00
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Ghost in gum tree, Adelaide Parklands, dusk

Some nights, the roo

Submitted by doll_yoko on Sat, 07/26/2008 - 03:35
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Two solitary campers in the dunes at Antechamber Bay, our first night on the island. The moon is brightful overhead when I'm ripped from my dreams by the presence and weight of a kangaroo on me. A giant roo, so heavy, squashing. I lie with stillness for a long time. When I eventually drag myself up out of my canvas cocoon I can't see him, he's dissolved into the sheltering scrub. Disappointed, relieved, I burrow back into sleep. In the morning Robyn reports her encounter with a wombat when she ventured out for a midnight jish. But this was no wombat sitting on me, it was kangaroo. Something about that heavy tail, those thumper bumper feet, the sweet grassy breath.

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