Walt Whitman (1819 to 1892) included this poem in Leaves of Grass, which he was still editing on his deathbed:
|ONCE I pass’d through a populous city, imprinting my brain, for future use, with its shows, architecture, customs, and traditions;|
|Yet now, of all that city, I remember only a woman I casually met there, who detain’d me for love of me;|
|Day by day and night by night we were together,—All else has long been forgotten by me;|
|I remember, I say, only that woman who passionately clung to me;|
|Again we wander—we love—we separate again;||5|
|Again she holds me by the hand—I must not go!|
|I see her close beside me, with silent lips, sad and tremulous.|
Posted by Patrick Cowsill at 03:17
There's a nice river walk behind the incinerator. It winds around for a while before letting out on a broken down and weedy path. You will have to talk to the locals to figure it out from this point on; or, you can simply walk back to the incinerator.
This was the gate to a private plantation. Not a lot in terms of cultivation going on inside, but it was still nice and green. The route is scenic to say the least.
Posted by Patrick Cowsill at 23:28
I can't help but to think of recent news in regard to the "occupation" word. The KMT government has set about to revise "history" textbooks once again. The plan is to call the Japanese colonial era an occupation and then have it taught to our kids, even though Japan signed a treaty in 1895 to receive and govern Taiwan. The revisers are not calling the KMT arrival an "occupation of points of Japanese territory," etc. They don't seem to think it's an occupation at all.
Posted by Patrick Cowsill at 11:31
Boy in the Bubble
That Was Your Mother
Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover
Mother and Child Reunion
You Can Call Me Al
Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes
Slip Sliding Away
Me and Julio
I Would not Give You False Hope
Here Comes the Sun (Beatles)
He also played five Simon and Garfunkel songs:
The Only Boy in New York
Sounds of Silence (just Paul on the acoustic guitar)
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One of our customers took these shots of The Hammer's vicinity. I asked him to send them to me as I liked the tone. I also enjoy these kinds of photographs of Taipei and Taipei Greater. I often take pictures of old, tacky buildings and the like.
Posted by Patrick Cowsill at 12:51
My friend Igor sent me this photo (above). I am not sure what is going on. Something is going to get smashed though. Perhaps they're melting the items / relics down.
I'll get back to my normal blogging soon -- I just need to find the time. I am thinking about writing on Taiwan, 1898, in the next little while.
Posted by Patrick Cowsill at 09:59
My friend Vincent (the Vinster) Stoia has just finished his first novel. It will be published on January 1. It's a horror story that takes place in China. I don't want to give away too much though. There's a blurb at Amazon: http://goo.gl/9z2zw. The timetable for the Chinese version is still being worked out.
Stoia used to live in Taichung. He's Taipei-based now.
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