Calligraphic ceramic paintings

from Li Po of Tang Dynasty: Let yesterday farewell in yesterday's role Let today's burden creep into today's role

let today's burden creep into today's soul

Behold the wind that sees departure of the swallows in Fall A thee I compose and sing verses of Spring in the pavilions of height

remember the words with weight of paradise frames of structure so refined of our beloved mind that young Tse 's distinguished sign

strength fly with flight poetic path of height reaching the moon in the clear sky of jade

reaching the moom in the clear sky of jade

with a sword in hand I cut the waterflow the more I cut the more it flows

with a cup in hand I pray sadness within to free its means

the more I pray the more it stays

Too much burden this life turmoil

undo my hair tomorrow embark upon A deserted boat off I go

on top of the floor , a painted table for further poem to be registered

which poem? The Everlasting Sadness of Po Chu-i , Tang dynasty

'and Why? Your soul cometh not in my dream? '

and hence, this pavilion of Tang Dynasty is given a stand to share its voice of grief in a contemporary remade temporary setting in this secret corner off the terrace and they say this sheltered space is not supposed to be here so as soon as I came into this realisation Called a worker to get it dim...

Let yesterday say farewell in yesterday's role Let today's burden creep into today's soul

with a repainted scene of old: the guilin mountains which I began painting since 1984 reassured their role, in this forgotten pavilion of old

to go or not to go to stay or not to stay to possess or to be not possessed to act or not to act to bear the burden or not to bear to shout or not to shout in between a means not in between a decision a decision when taken is always one sided the day cannot survive without the night one cannot work ...

many pieces of ceramic tiles

left unattended

on a terracee

where children in the past

used to climb up

to secretly explore

the reachable garden of my house

many years later

when I began to move in

couple of times

thieves paid visits

perhaps

from the same path

those children used

Took the ceramic pieces of tiles

some broken

some not

placed them on the unpaved space

of the external

resting ambience

with a pavilion yet to be created later

invented methods of adhering tiles on the ground

without cement

would they adhere or would they not

but to secure them permanently

was not the first concern

like a theatre backdrop

ready for the temporary show

and ready for the go

some calligraphic Chinese poems

were asked to place

on these empty tiles

to give them some weight

to replace the cement not yet done

Li Po

the drunken soul of all poems

came into mind

seeing those moving kind of tiles

which verse

yes that one

that every Chinese soul smiles ( feeling finally free ) when heard:

Let yesterday say

farewell

in yesterday's role

Let today's burden

creep into

today's soul

Behold

the wind that sees departure

of the swallows in Fall

A thee

I compose and sing

verses of Spring

in the pavilions of height

remember

the words with weight of paradise

frames of structure so refined

of our beloved mind

that young Tse's distinguished sign

strength

fly with flight

poetic path of height

reaching

the moon

in the clear sky

of jade

with a sword in hand

I cut

the waterflow

the more

I cut

the more it flows

with a cup in hand

I pray sadness within

to free its means

the more I pray

the more it stays

Too much burden

this life turmoil

undo my hair

tomorrow

embark upon

A deserted boat

off I go

( 2015)

from Li Po of Tang Dynasty:
Let yesterday farewell in yesterday's role
Let today's burden creep into today's role

let today's burden creep into today's soul

Behold

the wind that sees departure

of the swallows in Fall

A thee

I compose and sing

verses of Spring

in the pavilions of height

remember

the words with weight of paradise

frames of structure so refined

of our beloved mind

that young Tse 's distinguished sign

strength

fly with flight

poetic path of height

reaching

the moon

in the clear sky

of jade

reaching the moom in the clear sky of jade

with a sword in hand

I cut

the waterflow

the more

I cut

the more it flows

with a cup in hand
I pray sadness within
to free its means

the more I pray

the more it stays

Too much burden

this life turmoil

undo my hair

tomorrow

embark upon

A deserted boat

off I go

on top of the floor , a painted table for further poem to be registered

which poem? The Everlasting Sadness of Po Chu-i , Tang dynasty

'and Why? Your soul cometh not in my dream? '

and hence, this pavilion of Tang Dynasty is given a stand
to share its voice of grief
in a contemporary remade
temporary setting
in this secret corner
off the terrace
and they say
this sheltered space
is not supposed to be here
so as soon as I came into this realisation
Called a worker
to get it dim...

Let yesterday say

farewell

in yesterday's role

Let today's burden

creep into

today's soul

with a repainted scene of old: the guilin mountains which I began painting since 1984 reassured their role, in this forgotten pavilion of old

to go or not to go
to stay or not to stay
to possess or to be not possessed
to act or not to act
to bear the burden or not to bear
to shout or not to shout
in between
a means
not in between
a decision
a decision when taken
is always one sided
the day cannot survive without the night
one cannot work ...

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