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Dreaming Cities - Poetry and Street Photography

Dreaming Cities – Poetry and Street Photography

Finally, I’m holding the book in my hands.

It’s called Dreaming Cities, and it’s a collection of poetry and street photography.

Here’s the blurb: “In this book, poems and street photographs dream of the modern city, laying a poetic geography over the urban landscapes of Hong Kong and Singapore.”

  It’s been fun working with Math Paper Press, my publisher.

They’re a pretty happening group – Math…

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“This was how, at last, Congruence arrived at the feast. It did not matter that he was dusty and bruised from his voyage, nor that other guests had already taken their places. With open arms they welcome him and listened in awe as he described landscapes and heartlands that no one else before had walked or witnessed. He spoke of how in his darkness moments when path seemed lost, the clear song of his wife, Conviction,  had kept him from wandering astray.

"Truly,” he said, “it is what we love that gives us our names.”

Then their son Integrity - who had started his journey as an infant and was now a grown man - stepped forward proudly and began to sing.“

- Alvin Pang, from “What Gives Us Our Names”

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“And love is a word used too much too soon.” - Pooja Nansi, from “Love is an Empty Barstool” Get yours here~

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"Mother's voice as she spun or re-affirmed gossips, filling the space of her domestic hours. But that time was unusual. The handset clicked back in place within seconds, and, as I roused my mind to question the rashness, there was a low-pitched roar, one I did not hear before nor have since heard again. It was unwomanly, even inhuman, off-tune and steady but loud, like that aching groan of an old engine. By the time I came startled to the door, I caught sight of its end, Mother raising her face from her deep palms cupping tears. She swept clean her eyes with one brush of her arm and, with sudden singleness of purpose, had a new face on. She dug out a small, black notebook, pulled off its rubber band, and began punching the plastic phone buttons. With her back turned, the words fell, in Teochew: 'Grandmother is dead.'"

- from "Balik Kampung"

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Have you heard about the giveaway that Math Paper Press is doing?

Take a picture of your favourite Math Paper Press book, and tag Math Paper Press on Facebook, get your friends to like them, and stand a chance to win free books, vouchers, and other attractive prizes!

3 winners will be chosen every Monday in the month of March~

For more information, visit Math Paper Press’s Facebook page (here)!

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SUSPENSE

Get ready, I told you for some hard truths.

So you sat across me, arms unfolded, eyes sipping in the light, remembering to breathe.

Ready to wring out of the awful silence the hidden trickle of laughter, to break the fall of apprehension with a trampoline-tight grin.

Ready to teach me, if I might learn, the hardest truth:

That truth does not have to be this hard.

— Alfian Sa’at, “The Invisible Manuscript”

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How much of a need is intimacy, the way it grips a heart? Funny how we sympathise with homeless children but scorn ourselves for loneliness.

Michelle Tan, “The Confusion of Happiness”

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