"A Family

Beyond the window
The crescent moon, attacked by T.B.,
Thrusting out its lung almost consumed,
Is hanging white without breathing on a high-tension wire.
The children of mice tear off the ceiling.
The loam falls down much.
Cats do not appear for a long time.

Why, the youngster 'Sung-og' carrying a toy-gun,
Shouts, 'I'll shoot you!'
'I'll shoot you!'

The body-weight riding in a balloon
Soars high up inflated;
The dialogue of my family
Seems to be in a hospital ship."

--Zang-hyon An


Listening to: Clara Rockmore- The Art of the Theremin

When will we understand that our dream of a free
& egalitarian society requires an athleticism of
the spirit we have to train for, when all we know
of discipline is the bogus dichotomy of unlimited
self-indulgence or coercive regimentation? When all
we know of choosing, is between the packagings of
indistinguishables?