The machinery is old.
How now, brown cow?
I would like some teochew porridge.
What are you saying?
Shall we go for tea?
So clever.
In praise of scribes
More found notes, this time from the Met's mini exhibition on Thoth, roundabout March/April 2011
Let us praise Thoth, the accurate plummet in the balance; who rejects disorder and accepts one who is not inclined to transgression; the vizier who judges affairs and resolves conflict peacefully; the scribe of the mat, who fixes the scroll; who drives off falsehood but accepts the bearer of a healthy greeting; who supports the oath-taker in the midst of the Ennead of gods, who raises up the one who has been ignored, who has a wise face for one who has gone astray.
He who remembers the fleeting moment, who reports the hours of the night, and whose words remain forever; who enters the netherworld, finds out what is in it, and registers them in his list.
Wishing you a keris for the new year
Found not in an old notebook, but in an old, unlabelled collection of photos downloaded from my phone, probably from an exhibition at the ACM, probably some time earlier this year. There are the obvious differences in note-taking - in the labelling and sequencing of notes, in the serendipity of ideas on the same page, in the translation of experience to the page (my photography being as unmediated by art or skill as is possible to be) - but some of these differences may just be romance.
The keris was one of five things, along with a home, a singing bird, a wife and a horse, that all Javanese men believed were needed for happiness in life.
So this is the new year
I used to wish, or say I wished, for peace. In addition to happiness and health for all I guess - those are the standard wishes, like Chinese New Year greetings. That was in the university years. Then for each year to be different - in the civil service years. That was true enough a wish to keep me going for a while. And now? A clear eye, perhaps. And the courage to see.
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