poem #3 depressive brain state wandering biology can we get drunk now? poem #4 this is poetry? imma drop facts like bombs and explode yo’ whole world cause talking about oppression is better than dealing with my depression and see, i’m a poet and i want you to know it so imma rhyme all the [...]

… yeah i haven’t posted lately. life’s been, uhhh, interesting. ups down and all arounds, roller coaster and drunken spins performed in iowa recently for via-1. had a great time, met loads of beautiful, wonderful people. more about that as i process. oh yeah, follow me on twitter @vinh_hua. i’ll be posting quotes and words [...]

and with a twitter which i use significantly more than i blog here, so go there. i’ve been told i should write more, that it’ll open up my upper faculties, and no matter how difficult that may be, it’s necessary. i agree. it’s strange that i’m so much better at rambling disconsolately when i’m emo [...]

i think i think too much. following thought strands up and down my brain, trying to make sense of it even as it tries to make sense of the world. how ridiculous doe that sound? everything makes sense, because it doesn’t. ill be jumping around. i’m sorry as a heads up, it’s just where my [...]

my overpriced education has emphasized this difference between modernity and postmodernity. annoyingly so sometimes. and though the differences between are somewhat amorphous and ambiguolus, like the majority of human concepts, there is some critical differences. at its core, the difference between construction and deconstruction. i think the process of growing up, truly growing up, is [...]

bloody hell i am inconsistent with this blog. i’m techinically a year older. it’s been more than a month past me birthday. thanksgiving has just passed and i think i may be going slightly crazy. or as my sister likes to say, i already have been crazy for rather a long bit. then again, it [...]

i recently popped my rib, so i’ll be out of jits/the gym for the foreseeable future. which should mean i should get some writing done. then again, my computer imploded the same weekend, so that might not be happening. i prefer writing on the computer… mostly because i can’t read my own handwriting. but there’s [...]

i’m sitting here listening to moonlight sonata when i should be sleeping. yes, it’s cheesy, overplayed, whatever. but there’s something so… there’s such great depth to that piece of music… of course there’s the requisite play of moonlight over waves, but i see myself underwater when listening to it. i look skyward, see the palest [...]

the last sulu series this sundat @ the bowery poetry club. come!