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Author: Si’ar Siyu

  • diamond skull

    defying death
    with riches
    born from dust
    matured over aeons
    wrested from their earthly homes
    to be cut
    and polished
    until they shine
    as bright as the stars

    Wikipedia: Damien Hirst “For the Love of God”

  • coloured dots

    on the wall
    many dots
    forming a grid
    accurately measured
    evenly spaced
    seemingly alike
    yet so different

    Wikipedia: Damien Hirst about spot paintings

  • drawing machine

    spinning wheel
    going round and round
    always turning
    never stopping
    drawing perfect circles
    splattering drops into rays
    changing colours
    manipulating shades
    who's in control?
    me or the wheel?
    who's work is it going to be?
    mine or the wheel's?

  • Review week 37/2025

    Grateful

    • receiving the understanding of others that certain situations are more demanding of me

    Failure

    • Construction work started in the neighbouring house and it is loud. My colleague suggested to drown out the noise with music from a radio. When I stated that I couldn’t work in such an environment, I wasn’t taken seriously.

    Take Away/Doing Next

    • still going to state my needs and choose my environment and/or contacts accordingly

  • conflicting rest

    every time I feel the need to rest
    it feels like there is something very important I must do
    every time I rest
    it feels like I am accomplishing nothing
    every time I succumb to exhaustion
    it feels like half a day is gone
    every time I am barely rested
    it feels like I need to make up for unused time
    every time I think about rest
    it feels like I need to justify it to myself

  • experience life

    take a picture
    make a flower
    wake a dog
    chant a rhyme
    plant a tree
    grant a wish
    smell a breeze
    repel a weed
    tell a tale
    steam a meal
    esteem a field
    dream a cloud
    create a thing
    rate a herb
    bait a herring

  • juicing haiku

    a glass
    full of lush grass green
    tasting delicious

    — celery juice

    bitter sweet
    with a touch of cinnamon
    amber coloured

    — apple juice

  • writers block

    looking for stars
    finding voids
    taking a break
    working even harder
    grasping for straws
    touching nothing
    trying to concentrate
    getting distracted
    starting to write
    losing focus
    delaying to another day
    hoping for a better outcome

  • Guess what they are?

    they’re out there to get us

    they hunt us

    they stalk us like prey

    lurking behind every counter

    waiting for us, waiting that we make a mistake

    watching every step we take

    coming to life at the slightest sign of weakness

    roaring, pursuing us like the wild animals we are to them

    to be hunted, to be herded into cages, for our own protection they say

    until we do it ourselves and huddle up in our homes

    of fear to go out there

    to encounter more of them

    they’re everywhere

    defining our landscapes, using our spaces, devouring our resources

    and we?

    we encourage and enable them to do what they want

    we watch them day in day out destroying our environment, our livelihood, our means to survive

    until the day we go out there and stand up together for our shared future, take back what is ours, reclaim our spaces and start living, being free again

    Yes, I’m talking about cars.

  • folk dance

    clap clap
    thump thump
    swish swish
    strum strum
    hands in the air
    feet on the ground
    bodies twirling
    instruments playing
    hearing the laughter
    feeling the enjoyment
    everyone's joining
    to celebrate life