All posts tagged: Memory

Record: There Was The Mountain Waiting

As I get older, I find that it becomes harder and harder to keep in touch. But I’ve also discovered that the friends I have held on to, mean many more things with each passing year. Besides the weight of shared memories, experiences and events that solidify these relationships, there is also the growing multi-relational positioning that I love. After the common experience of university, friends also become partners and lovers, become competitors in the job market or colleagues, become drinking buddies and hobby sharers. The little huddle of friends I have has evolved in many different ways over the years, but our fondness for gathering together to make a ruckus remains consistent. The people who show up have slowly changed over the years, as new friends are made, old friends fall out of touch or more often, leave the city for new adventures. But the feeling of comfort, of familiarity and of rest remains – over food, over new places, over fun activities. When we are together, there are basic tenets of acceptance, mutual understanding, …

Muscle Memory

One of the biggest things I love about the Chinese language is muscle memory. If you write anything enough, your hand remembers how to write it. With the Chinese language though, to write anything well, you have to remember how to write it. With the rise of technology and the pinyin system, it has become much easier to type out Chinese words, as all you need is the sound. But the physical act of writing out the language remains deeply tied to the action of your hand, and the memory of each stroke that makes up a character. I think my poetry is often about memory, because it is about language. More specifically, my poetry has often been about trying to do what the Chinese language often does to me – viscerally, emotionally, spiritually, even physically – in English.  My aesthetic, tone of voice, and distilling process is very much informed by what I know of the Chinese language, and how it works. I only recently came to this realization overtly, that my poetry was …