[10:30 to 11:30am / June 9, 2005 / Pacific Coffee, Festival Walk]

photograph by Linda Lai / Februay 18, 2007, Habitus

 

Writing with a coffee has become a ritual…
With a dose of caffeine a thought takes off
Bouncing in thrilled velocity into the many textured sound boards of the city space…

Shall I shall I not?
Water machine human-made lyrics conversations pitch and rhythm and carpet and more…

When has thinking become a special appointment with myself at a specified rendezvous?

You sing your mind, mumbling words that may mean anything but nothing to me
我要我要你我要你的愛千萬別忘記別忘記別忘記我要我要我要你我要你的愛
[wo yao, wo yao ni, wo yao ni di ai – qianwan bie wangji – wo yao, wo yao, wo yao ni, wo yao ni, wo yao ni di ai…]
I have built five rooms to contain my flying bouncing thoughts classified.
Why five?  I don’t know.
They just need to be classified, housed, boxed, contained, tamed, framed and reframed.

A flute is dancing with some kind of percussion: a routine and clean-cut rhythm to provide a base, a standing ground to anchor a tone about to run away…
A voice typical of country rock, soon to be taken over by a Spanish love tune…
Besa me, besa me mucho, …
I count two meetings to attend this afternoon and three deadlines to meet next week with over a hundred pages of writing to complete…

I fear –

photographs by Linda Lai

Linda Lai / 2005 (poem), 2007 (images)