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Acharn Suphot is the Temple Warden.Previously he was Headmasterof the Temple School for thirty five years.“In the past, for as longas anyone can remember,children studied the Code of Good Conduct.Thirty years ago, the Governmentappointed a Christianas Minister of Education.Soon after … Continue reading
Poems are diamonds,everywhereembedded in living rock. You see themyou dig them outyou polish them. (Sometimes you don’t see them.) Polish them too much,they break into fragments,blow away,a handful of dust. (Each mote of which is a diamond.) .
When the rich see the very poorthey know it is timeto buy their valuables.Cheaply. This ancient peoplewere driven out of Tibetby the Tibetans,out of China by the Chineseand out of Burmaby the Burmese. Ah Kah people are very poorand cannot … Continue reading
He has dirty feet;“Washing is dangerouswash much, sicken and die.”He wears a short black jacketand floppy black trousers.A large silver lock hangs round his neck.She has a blue jacketand a tightly pleated kiltof hemp and cottonwith heavily embroideredand weighted black … Continue reading
BE SMILE DENTIST advertises down onSoi Anuman Rajadhon.Next door Anglo East Surety Brokerinsures diamonds and gemstones.Having struggled with the world’s economic crisis,faced with a shortage of government bailout schemes,Anglo East has decided on a fundamental solutionand invited ninety-nine monks to … Continue reading
Round and round the Circle Linein endless pursuit of me and mine. Familiar scenes go hurtling past,each new vision much like the last;grief and suffering, hate and paincoming round and round again. Where are the stops where the doors slide … Continue reading
The forest is dense and undisturbed,the trees high and overshading,the birdsong harsh and shrill,the giant cicadas persistentlike throbbing brass. Paths have been clearedand wooden bridges laidover a latticework of hot yellow streams.These infiltrate the vegetationand send up clouds of steam. … Continue reading
The explorer draws his mapand plunges into space.Why should he stumble onat every fresh mishapand draw back in blank surpriseas the landscape he has createdis revealed before his eyes? Having nailed his mirrorin its placefirmly to the wall,why the sudden … Continue reading
Karma runs its courselike some great firethat burns towards extinction;except that, all the while,more fuel is added to the pile. In the clearing up,each has his shareor, like blue-necked Siva,seeks to swallowall the poison everywhere. .