The Unbearable Lightness Of Cities

or, “The cats are restless tonight”.  Cities get brutally lonely. That’s the thing though, I’m not sure what people expect from cities. I know we flock to them after seeing them on TV and hearing stories from friends living in them. From the outside looking in— tourist ads, TV, film, bright lights, skyscraper boners and…

The Elephant Head Triptych

Ganesh makes three donations of five words to the keep Liy awake on a hot day fund in exchange for five-minute poems 3.  Sometimes I can’t touch her. Sometimes she keeps a fire that could dry Japan’s islands to a desert. And I am one lonely camel, blinded in all her sandstorms. But when she…

Two centuries of Dickens and a small car

Mr Dickens turns 200 today, and cities all around the world are reading him out loud. Here’s the KL edition. Thank you Grey and Bryan for squeezing into my tiny car with me! (Australia kicks off the readings, then Ukraine, Beijing, and more on @BritishCouncil).

A meltdown and a triptych and back by Malaysia Day

Once upon a time, I wrote a fair bit. I read what I wrote onstage: bits of head and heart on paper that fluttered in shivers when held up to a mic. Flyers around town had my name on it even though I wasn’t in a band. And then I was in a band— in…

An Interview On Death

Sometime in January before her Berlinale adventures, Nadira stayed over. Our bedtime activities: singing old patriotic songs, pathetic plastic-fishing, talking death. She bought me offerings of cat chocolate and an Elmo balloon. The former disappeared too fast (much to my horror) and the latter still has yet to deflate (also horror). Two big memories from…