“Forgive”, this faux-iambic decasyllabic rubric

Hi. Welcome to this dusty and little
cobwebbed corner of the world wide sandbox;
where over a mote, the smallest tittle,

petulant kids throw sand and shout: “A pox!
A pox on your nose, and your rump to boot!”
A boot to their rumps and no cakes of chocs.

Be it sand in eye, or mouth filled with foot,
our rash words sadly are oft overlooked:
Beware splinters and logs in eyes take root.

Blind to our pride, Charon’s boat ride soon booked,
a one-way ticket to warm climes and sand,
of fire and brimstone, our rumps well-cooked.

Humbled and broken, and with hat in hand,
mumbled sorries – to reconcile we seek.
“Forgive”, the highest virtue in the land,

The earth, and all happiness, to the meek.

(Mostly-iambic decasyllabic rubric in terza rima pattern a la Dante.)

An irreverent limerick in tercet rime-r,
and in irredentistic not-so-iambic pentameter.
First cloddishly posted in this comment hither.

(Above is a 12/16/12 syllabic intro with a purring outer. Ha, I’m losing my edge. Literally.)


Soul mates. One’s not much without the other.

“Is that kind of an occupational hazard of soul mates? One’s not much without the other?”

“I love you!”

“I need Annie.” “That will change in time, Chris.” “Aw, come on, Einstein! Time’s not on my watch anymore. TIME does not exist here. And wherever it went, it’s not going to make me need Annie any less.”

“Chris, Annie’s dead… she killed herself.”
“I’m her soul mate. I can find her.”
“You don’t understand…that’s not how it works!” “It is not about understanding. It’s about NOT GIVING UP.”

“…but we’ll be together, where we belong.”
“…I can forgive you… for being so wonderful a guy would choose hell over heaven just to hang around you.”

“Hey… remember me?”
I’ll follow you into the dark (What Dreams May Come):

Song: I’ll follow you into the dark

Love of mine, some day you will die
But I’ll be close behind
I’ll follow you into the dark

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no’s on their vacancy signs

If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
“Son fear is the heart of love”
So I never went back

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no’s on their vacancy signs

If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark

You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of our shoes
Are all worn down

The time for sleep is now
It’s nothing to cry about
‘Cause we’ll hold each other soon
In the blackest of rooms

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no’s on their vacancy signs

If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark
Then I’ll follow you into the dark

Hey… remember me?
I’m not much without you…

The Vestibule of Hell

The Inferno
Canto III




These words their aspect was obscure I read
inscribed above a gateway, and I said:
Master, their meaning is difficult for me.

And he to me, as one who comprehends:
Here one must leave behind all hesitation;
here every cowardice must meet its death.

For we have reached the place of which I spoke,
Per me si va ne la città dolente,
per me si va ne l’etterno dolore,
per me si va tra la perduta gente.

Giustizia mosse il mio alto fattore:
fecemi la divina podestate,
la somma sapienza e ‘l primo amore.

Dinanzi a me non fuor cose create
se non etterne, e io etterno duro.
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate.

Queste parole di colore oscuro
vid’io scritte al sommo d’una porta;
per ch’io: «Maestro, il senso lor m’è duro».

Ed elli a me, come persona accorta:
«Qui si convien lasciare ogne sospetto;
ogne viltà convien che qui sia morta.

Noi siam venuti al loco ov’i’ t’ho detto

[aba, bcb, cdc, ded, efe, f…
I loved Dante’s interwoven lines of rhyme, like weaving a fine embroidery, threading and stitching together a cadence so tight and strong…the divine terza rima schema]

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here…[into Hell]

Hell is just the reality/illusion your deadened mind conjures up within which you are trapped, for as long as your soul is eternal; cleaved from the ones you love and gave up everything for – even life – to reach.

What Dreams May Come – My Immortal:

“I’m sorry for all the things I’ll never give you
I’ll never make you smile
I apologize for every time I failed you…especially this one”


I’m so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave
Your presence still lingers here and it won’t leave me alone

These wounds won’t seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried, I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream, I’d fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now, I’m bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

These wounds won’t seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried, I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream, I’d fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

I’ve tried so hard to tell myself that you’re gone
But though you’re still with me, I’ve been alone all along

When you cried, I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream, I’d fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me, me, me

Sometimes When You Win, You Lose

[Like an Impressionist painting, that’s what I always remembered about this film.]

I just bought this DVD last Friday and re-watched this old movie again after more than 10 years, over the weekend 5 days ago, prompted by a late night piquant conversation and spirited discussion on reincarnation, the six realms/六道, buddhist 涅槃/nirvana, the christian doctrine of heaven, hell and purgatory, and on Dante’s Divine Comedy – Inferno | Purgatorio | Paradiso. She had not seen the movie before and I remembered some parts of it may help illustrate what we were talking about.

Then, the shocking news popped up on my news feeds late last night…

Dumbfounded. Saddened.

Those who know the film will know just how painfully reflective some parts, themes, and scenes of the movie parallel this sad situation.

And its not this scene. Don’t dare to show the other scary ones.
Sometimes When You Win, You Lose (What Dreams May Come Scene):

Population Z: 10 million spores


1st August 2014

Singapore should plan for population of 10m
Planning long term gives a better estimate of land needed: Liu Thai Ker

[SINGAPORE] The Republic should plan for a population of 10 million in the long term if it is to remain sustainable as a country, says the man known widely as the architect of modern Singapore. According to Liu Thai Ker, Singapore should not stop its population growth projection at the figure of 6.9 million listed in the 2013 White Paper on Population.

“That is an interim figure and projection and obviously Singapore is going to grow beyond that,” he said yesterday at a seminar, “Building a Nation: Tomorrow, Challenges and Possibilities for a Liveable Singapore”.

As architect-planner and CEO of the Housing Development Board from 1969 to 1989, Mr Liu oversaw the completion of over half a million public housing units, and as CEO and chief planner of the Urban Redevelopment Authority (URA) from 1989 to 1992, he spearheaded the major revision of the Singapore Concept Plan and key direction for heritage conservation.

“The question is: How long do you want Singapore to exist as a sovereign state? Certainly beyond 2030, so we should plan for the longer term and for this 10 million figure as we cannot curb population growth after 2030.”

Mr Liu explained that it was necessary for Singapore to plan for the longer term than for the 17 years it had planned for in the White Paper. He suggested that even though Singapore has a lot of land to be reclaimed and there is a lot of land set aside for industrial purposes that can be converted for other use, it is still better to plan for the long term so that there is a better estimate of the amount of land that is required.

“So if we need to reclaim more land from the sea, we can plan for it and do so.”

Conversely, Mr Liu argued that shorter-term population planning would result in higher density as each time the population projection is made, the government may increase land density as it does not have a longer-term view of the amount of land that may be needed and that it has available. “Overall, this results in Singapore’s land density increasing.”

Mr Liu told BT that the 10 million figure was projected on how much Singapore could grow long term for the next 80-150 years at a population growth rate of less than one per cent each year. He said that if the growth rate were based on the upper limit of the projection of the 2013 White Paper, at 6.9 million, then Singapore could reach a population of 10 million by 2090. If however, it is based on the lower limit of 6.5 million then we may reach 10 million by 2200.

The director of RSP Architects & Engineers since 1992 and the founding chairman of the Centre for Liveable Cities said that, over time, Singapore’s growth rate could contract with education, technology and productivity gains as is the case of the Scandinavian countries, which are small like Singapore, but still managed to achieve economic growth with a population growth of less than one per cent per year.

Towards mile-high HDB blocks now. Self-contained vertical cities coming soon.

Mile End, East End, Geylang. And Le Corbusier

Just recalled this epic song, Mile End, from the movie Trainspotting. Mile End is of course, right next to East End in East London. No way am I saying Mile End or East End is just like Geylang, but … …

This is a hilarious video clip set to the song. Actually watched this video years ago when I went on a Trainspotting soundtrack blitz after posting about two other songs from the soundtrack here:
A Perfect Deep Blue Day.

The clips are so fitting for the lyrics. I really liked Pulp then at 21. And Brit-pop-rock.

Pulp Mile End Music Video Edit With Lyrics Jarvis Cocker Trainspotting London:

We didn’t have nowhere to live
We didn’t have nowhere to go
‘Til someone said
“I know this place off Burditt Road”

It was on the fifteenth floor
It had a board across the door
It took an hour to prise it off
And get inside

It smelt as if someone had died
The living room was full of flies
The kitchen sink was blocked
The bathroom sink not there at all

Ooh, it’s a mess alright
Yes it’s, Mile End

And now we’re living in the sky
I never thought I’d live so high
Just like Heaven
If it didn’t look like Hell

The lift is always full of piss
The fifth floor landing smells of fish
Not just on Friday
Every single other day

Below the kids come out tonight
They kick a ball and have a fight
And maybe shoot somebody
If they lose at pool

Ooh, it’s a mess alright
Yes it’s, Mile End

Nobody wants to be your friend
‘Cause you’re not from ’round here, ooh
As if that was
Something to be proud about

The Pearly King of the Isle of Dogs
Feels up children in the bogs
Down by the playing fields
Someone sets a car on fire

I guess you have to go right down
Before you understand just how
How low
How low a human being can go

Ooh, it’s a mess alright
Yes it’s, Mile End

Where’s Le Corbusier when you need him…



His Unité d’Habitation provided the archetype of the modular, concrete, public housing blocks so influential and prevalent across the globe in the post-war decades (including our own HDB in Spore), a seeming perfect solution to the need to provide affordable public housing for the masses. Which first-year architecture student had not read of his triumphant monograph declaring his vision of a utilitarian utopia of self-contained vertical cities of massive concrete blocks containing thousands of apartment units. But within a decade, the clean concrete lines of his utilitarian utopias soon turned into grey and cracked dysfunctional dystopias; self-contained vertical cities became inner city concrete jungles infested with chavs and crime. His Modulor Man probably became a crack peddler within the labyrinths of perfectly proportioned concrete corridors.





Brutal(ist) indeed…