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(no subject) [Apr. 28th, 2007|02:06 pm]
[I] think that i could begin to piece together these pieces - these fragments that got blown all out, and all over the land - if i could just put my fingers to the organ's keys.

You know, that natural vibrato (that au naturale shit) could really level obstructions. It really could! You need to believe in the ability of the player - even if it's just, you know, that old wrinkled woman from the methodist church on the edge of town. What shouldn't be underestimated is the way the hymns are sung, not just from the mouth but from the pit - the pit of every cell (deep behind its walls). Those words are powerful and they carry with it the collective imaginings of every soul present. Mmm. It's a beautiful thing. So, anyways, i'm trying to put together the ingredients in what could be the most personally heavenly joint. Maybe it'll be like the sound of ghosts still trapped in the underground railroad - the fugitive ones who just didn't make it, you know. I'm trying to always remember that there is an unknowable number of first-hand tales that are eternally locked away in the great mystery. This is my way of trying to arch my back and offer myself as a bridge so that some of them may share glimpses with us - and, insha'Allah, may we bear witness.

peace and passion,
Guan Wong

*Keep your heart on Beltane
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4/19-4/20 [Apr. 21st, 2007|02:38 am]
1) Watched first episodes of 'Mighty Max'
2) Watched 'Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle'
3) Solo jam session; improv bridge on 'Mother Tongue'
4) Smoked in the perfectly blistering sun
5) Watched 'Earth Intruders' - Bjork video
6) Played intense rounds of 'Shark Attack!'
7) Listened to 'American Doll Posse' in its entirety
8) Watched "Scarlet's DVD"
9) Watched Borat's 'Running of the Jew' segment
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(no subject) [Apr. 20th, 2007|11:07 am]
It's 4/20 homies - er, White Castle?
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(no subject) [Apr. 14th, 2007|12:32 am]
I can draw a map from my god to yours
and then begin to see that our circle round
holds our souls tightly and united as one
but then oh
the closeness begins to become a commitment
unwanted - so let us start a war
to divorce the American Gods from us all
(cast our bodies onto the pyre)

so many widows made from Hurricane America and in the eye - in there is there heaven or hell?

Been negotating
for ownership of my pagan soul
from the deep undergrowth of the united wild gardens
but first i must go through
the national guards of the American Gods
tell me sentinel: "What do you stand for?"


"How does one hunt for paradise when so much of the crescent was fertilized by blood?"

Take a breath and forgive my trespasses -
I just need to know to whom i turn now for everything that was kept from us

You have been tiring yourself with all the centuries spent
killing off one prophet after another and in the final hour
do you babylon truly think there is room in Yggdrasil for you?
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For the Seedlings [Mar. 23rd, 2007|12:11 am]
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(no subject) [Feb. 7th, 2007|12:52 pm]
Fracture your skull - lull you to sleep
Fracture your skull - lull you to sleep

The incense smoke knows where to go: up and out to the Dao Di Jie

but oh it does not pacify the rose-blood between the legs
but oh it does not pacify the rose-milk between the legs

Where is 'A'? Does he still occupy his rightful place on the block?

I will find you
I will find you

The Tao streamlines through the napalm from me to you
and recitation of Apostles' creeeds are wonderful

but oh it does not pacify the rose-blood between the legs
but oh it does not pacify the rose-milk between the legs
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T2KE @ PS.13 '86 - '07 [Jan. 10th, 2007|03:02 am]
There i was before ah-moon passed to the afterworld
There i was before my uncle got married (finally)
There i was before joints, blunts, and weed
There i was before Sarah Lawrence College and all else therein
There i was before the estrangement
There i was before the decentralization of the Guans/Chans
There i was before 9/11
There i was before "four years of B.S"
There i was before i met fariya
There i was before i met Nelson Wong
There i was before Ridgewood and IS.93
There i was before i met rosmary
There i was before my two years with lisa
There i was before i wrote a single song or lyric
There i was before my conversion to and fallout with christianity
There i was before my mother began working for the USPS
There i was before dreamcast
There i was before playstation
There i was before SNES

There i was before all the marilyn manson, tori amos, alanis morissette, nas and mos def
There i was before all the rock, pop, and hip hop
There i was before Magic: The Gathering

There i was before Hippo found me


The past twenty-one years have been absolutely incredible.
I pray only for the faith and courage and wisdom to meet the next twenty-one years head on.

Thank you all for the well wishes.
I received the best thing i could've ever wanted - my life back.
Who knew it would come out of adrenaline, big pimping, and vandalism?

having twenty-one years of tragedy, comedy, drama, and God re-played in 30 minutes
in the winter chill was... knee-buckling, speechlessness, and humbling.

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Stasis [Jan. 6th, 2007|09:15 pm]
Did you just suggest that in this crater of sewage and ash i bloom?

of course i cannot hear you - i am hibernating
of course i cannot hear you - i am hibernating

it does not matter how strained your muscles are in reaching for me,
my hand will not grasp at anything, will not return your favour

many clusters of stars will perish in their finity before i wake
many clusters of stars will be birthed to their youth before i wake

such is the state i am in

Chronos knows the succession of days and nights that will pass before this slumber breaks

such is the state i am in

i curl my spine and cradle my knees in this wet embryo - can only sense the gradations of light

all books, music, and fashion are superfluous and buried in their graves - they don't tickle me

of course i cannot hear you - i am hibernating
of course i cannot hear you - i am hibernating


i can, however, sense that you are staking the joss into the urn...


it strikes me as beautiful the way the smoke claws and climbs -
your prayers so heavy with urgency and hope, transfers from your heart to your head
to your hands to your whispers to your incense to your altars to your icons,
the manifestations of the ineffable that you adore personally anthropomorphized.


will you finally open your ears so that you may hear these words?

"i can see you. i can hear you. i can feel you. i can hold you. i am with you"


"i am with you"

please now, baby child. just open your ears and hear this:

"i am with you"
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Who Remembers Vincent Chin? [Dec. 9th, 2006|07:47 pm]
the rough draft of my Asian American conference paper is finally, sorta done. Clocking in at approx. 32 pages.

i'm gonna set it aside for a day or two before i return to edit the hell out of it.

but for now i'm going to watch south park and eat sesame chicken before i set out on my pilgrimage conference.

ganesha sharanam.
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Tigerlily: I Crave Our Future Scent [Nov. 29th, 2006|11:15 pm]
"It's the difference between being kicked in the teeth and reading about what it's like to be kicked in the teeth"


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