Virus In Moment 2012
The word is now a virus... The word may once have been a healthy neural cell. It is now a parasitic organism that invades and damages the central nervous system. Modern man has lost the option of silence. Try halting your s
ub-vocal speech. Try to achieve even ten seconds of inner silence. You will encounter a resisting organism that forces you to talk.
(William S. Burroughs)
Are you already a virus or a vile of inner talks?
Poet NYein Way
Myanmar Conceptual Poets Station
MCPS
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Friendship Beyond Borders
Nyein Way:
I cannot join your propject because I am now taking care of my health, trying to fix a good and balanced life style for my kidney failure.
Ka-ge Mulvilai:
hello nyien way....its me kage again...i change my plan for the next year project to come visit you in rangkoon on Fabuary 2013 instead... and hope we can make something together and also i would like you to give poetry workshop...i gonna bring some people from Thailand too....the date is about 5 fab 2013..this is what i think..right now..i would like to hear you opinion about this...
Thank you very much
kage
Myanmar Conceptual Poets Station(MCPS)
August 30
Myanmar Conceptual Poets Station(MCPS)
it is ok.I want you to make a smaill book about my workshop and your trip.That's what I think now so that it can have a record.
best,
your brother,
nyein way/maung maung thein
Conceptual Sociogram(4)
After 50 years of dictatorship,
gang culture is so angry and
academic culture is even following it and
mass culture is following commercial culture blindly
so dark.
poet nyein way
mynanmar conceptual poets station(MCPS)
Bring Em Back Alive
I was on my way
To the center of the sun
When I lost my wings
And I fell into the crowd
And they carried me
To a hole in the ground
And they burried me
Where no one can see
And no one would be around
I
I am a virus
I
I live in silence
I
I was on my way
To a city in the clouds
When I lost my mind
And I had to settle down
Then I had a dream
Of an island in the sea
Where the lepers die
Where no one survives
Where no one can hear there cries
I
I am a virus
I
I live in silence
I
Just like heathens thinking on our feat
Believe in god
Were one step
Two step
Three steps towards the graveyards
Hello to the memory
It seems that we forgot
I
I am a virus
I
I live in silence
I
I live in silence
Si...el...ence...
song performed by by Audioslave
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Disorganization
Let's get out !!
get the body out
get the nation out
get the way out
Virus, Sludge, Endorphin, Nihilism
Let's get out !!
get the brain out
get the sex out
get the word out
Virus, Suicide, Execution, Nirvana
Let's get out !!
get the blood out
get the gene out
get the world out
Virus, Scrap, Panic, Catastrophe
song performed by by Zeni Geva
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Post-conceptual Poetics And Life
today, i have finished writing 'POst-conceptual poetics and life' in Yangon, Myanmar in Myanmar language.I will publish in local magazine, first.maybe, self-publication: the conceptof death in robotics and the concept of death in human machinery, reflecting social capital and intellectuial catital connected with ethics beyond borders.
poet nyein way
Conceptual Parrot
The duty he is performing is that of:
1) making dead people with eroded souls alive by reciting and giving uncreative medicines-a conceptual poetry
2) keeping traditional beaty and local sense of unity
3) making geospychological preversations
4) driving Moral upliftings
5) cultivating conceptual culture
Aconceptual parrot is singing a humanity song with heart and soul.
poet nyein way
MCPS
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A poem indicates to another poem
Being
and becoming
a cloud of indications varied.
Poet Nyein Way
MCPS
ေျမ ပုွွွံ
ကဗ်ာေတြဟာ တစ္ပုဒ္အေၾကာင္းတစ္ပုဒ္
ညႊန္းဖို႕
အညႊ႔န္ းပို႕ တိမ္ေတာင္ ။ ။
/ျ င ိ ဏ ္ း ေ ၀
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Think of the earth as a living organism that is being attacked by billions of bacteria whose numbers double every forty years. Either the host dies, or the virus dies, or both die.
quote by Gore Vidal
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Language is a virus from outer space.
quote by William S. Burroughs
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Silence, ssst
Silence
Silence
Silently, ssst, ssssst, please, ssst
Silence
Silence is my guidance.
Through the jungle of lions.
The only way to survive.
My thoughts need hiding
Silence not a word.
Voices where they from?
silence say no more
Don’t open the door
Or the silence will leave us all.
Silence, silence
Silently they are gone.
Silence, I am alone.
Silence is born
Now I am truly torn
Silently I mourn
That I always was alone.
poem by Nadim Lost Soul
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Speech Sparkles
To articulate and talk is like heaven,
There is much conjecture about this.
Speech addresses the weak, halting our senses
To define the names of our choice, very sound.
Distressful and colourful the speech is,
Dialogues commanding, opening like tunnels
For the taking, inside there is a word.
We are the spectators of choice,
Our option sparkles from inside.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Poetry Is Flat And Focused; A Contemporary Discourse!
Contemporary poetry is flat and focused(pyany su, not pyant kar in myanmar) , which is composed and alchemised of three area-knowledge, psychology and philosophy(the end of philosophy or the end of modern philosophy.poet nyein way
In a broad systems sense, an organism's environment is indistinguishable from the organism itself.
quote by Kevin Kelly
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Silence And I
(lead vocal - eric woolfson)
If i cried out loud
Over sorrows i've known
And the secrets i've heard
It would ease my mind
Someone sharing the load
But i won't breathe a word
We're two of a kind
Silence and i
We need a chance to talk things over
Two of a kind
Silence and i
We'll find a way to work it out
While the children laughed
I was always afraid
Of the smile of the clown
So i close my eyes
Till i can't see the light
And i hide from the sound
We're two of a kind
Silence and i
We need a chance to talk things over
Two of a kind
Silence and i
We'll find a way to work it out
I can hear the cry
Of the leaf on a tree
As it falls to the ground
I can hear the call
Of an echoing voice
And there's no one around
We're two of a kind
Silence and i
We need a chance to talk things over
Two of a kind
Silence and i
We'll find a way to work it out
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Rumi's silence
Rumi wrote much about silence.
Does that seem strange?
Poets live with silence:
the silence before the poem;
the silence whence the poem comes; .
the silence in between the words, as you
drink the words, watch them glide through your mind,
feel them slide down your throat
towards your heart;
the silence which you share with the poet
when the poem ends, sitting side by side,
feeling one another being one heart;
the silence after the poem,
when you are a different person
from the person who started reading the poem,
think differently, move differently,
act differently; know Rumi a little better
as a friend; know yourself a little more
as a friend.
Rumi was asked, why do you
talk, talk, talk, so much
about silence?
He said, the radiant one inside me
has said nothing.
And that’s the silence which we listen to
and hear in Rumi’s heart,
here, sitting in the cool shade
which the scent of roses seems to love,
while the fountain gently plays like a poet
with sound and silence.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Silence & I
(lead vocal - eric woolfson)
If I cried out loud
Over sorrows Ive known
And the secrets Ive heard
It would ease my mind
Someone sharing the load
But I wont breathe a word
Were two of a kind
Silence and i
We need a chance to talk things over
Two of a kind
Silence and i
Well find a way to work it out
While the children laughed
I was always afraid
Of the smile of the clown
So I close my eyes
Till I cant see the light
And I hide from the sound
Were two of a kind
Silence and i
We need a chance to talk things over
Two of a kind
Silence and i
Well find a way to work it out
I can hear the cry
Of the leaf on a tree
As it falls to the ground
I can hear the call
Of an echoing voice
And theres no one around
Were two of a kind
Silence and i
We need a chance to talk things over
Two of a kind
Silence and i
Well find a way to work it out
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Silence...
I wanted to talk,
but don't know what to say
Silence...
I got nervous,
and looked away.
Silence...
I read what you wrote,
but can't put my reaction into words
Silence...
My inability to speak,
sometimes it hurts
Silence...
I didn't want you
to misunderstand what I said
Silence...
So I kept quiet,
lest our faces turn red
Silence...
poem by Taylor Baecker
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Kill the virus, not us
Kill the virus, not us
Recently this fever is frequently reported
Some even die
People infected by this virus
Range from slum dwellers to farm owners
Even doctors are not spared
Why a very successful film producer
And director too succumbed to this
The blame come on to us, the carriers
We, the Aedes mosquitoes
Thrive on juicy leave saps
And our female members have to have a
Human blood meal
If not for anything else,
For the continuation of our generation
The blood meal is taken early in the morning
Or in the evening with sunlight still being there
We have no clue as to
Whether the person on whom we feed
Suffers an infection of dengue or not
You may not know that
We too get infected by the virus
But we manage well without suffering any symptoms
By the time when all our body fluids
Are enriched with virus it will be
A week or ten days passed
After the blood meal from the infected person
This is when we become real carriers
We have the potential to infect a healthy person
With dengue virus if we happen to bite that person
We are just carriers, not knowing what we carry
Blaming us only is unfair
You hurriedly take measures to eliminate our species
It is not at all possible
We brave all your biological weapons
And you may not be aware that some of us
Have already developed resistance to
Most of your branded repellants and pesticides
We have some of these suggestions
For your staying uninfected by this virus
We admit, we only spread the infection
Remove and clear all such spots
Where we may establish a habitat
We suggest that you use a good mosquito net
And keep us away from you
We repeat, your repellants and pesticides
Are no longer effective against us
Or your genetic stalwarts can engineer
A mutation in us
So that our system itself produces an antigen
Against this virus
And the virus is made non-infective further
Or immunize your people against the virus
Do something with your great scientific effort
To relieve us of this burden around a viral infection
Your mission must be to ensure
That we, the Aedes mosquitoes and you
Have a harmonious co-existence
Kill the cause, not the carriers
Kill the virus, not us
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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A Poet Loses His Power For Poetry
A POET LOSES HIS POWER FOR POETRY
A poet loses his power for poetry
He can put down words
But they no longer have poetry in them
Something of the feeling of what real poetry is
is gone.
He strives
He writes again and again
He puts words down in the forms and in the shapes his poems usually take
But he has no poetry in him
He has lost what he is
And all he can do
is strive again and again
Word after word
Silence after silence
To hear within himself again
A voice he does not have.
The poet is writing poetry
And it is not poetry
The poet is dead
And he is pretending to be alive
Is this a poem?
Is he a poet
Is he dead?
Is he alive?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Silence
Silence in the language
Is the absence of speech
Silence in the conversation
Can be so remarkable and rich.
Silence is an atmosphere you make
And it's the situation you break.
Sometimes it tells you more
Than thousand words told before.
Silence is a feeling
Which is very intensive
Poorly created
It can be very offensive.
Silence can be so different
It has a lot of meanings
It's an expression of yourself
It shows your feelings.
There is a silence
That brings you peace
And you feel yourself
Being at your ease.
There is a silence of mystery
Like being in a dark wood.
There is a silence of happiness
When you are loved and understood.
There is a silence that frightens
There is a silence of anniversary dates
This silence reminds you
Of those lost fates.
There is a silence in music
When you listen to it and dream
But...suddenly...it stops.
Then...the sounds come to their extreme.
The prayer in silence
Is your inner world
When you dream in silence
You are just not heard.
Silence is golden
Or so I've heard
But it sometimes hurts more
Than a single told word.
Silence is golden
Or so goes a lie.
This silence of fraud
Do not need a reply.
Silence when you are in love
You do not need words.
Silence when you are fooled
You don't know what to say afterwards.
But...the best moment of silence
When you take my hand
I know you do not pretend
You just look at my eyes and I realize:
It's love, it's happiness.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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