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tôi có một thói quen nàyrất xấumỗi khi nhắn tinchính là tôiđặt dấu chấm câuxa thật xa...
09/20/2025

tôi có một thói quen
này
rất xấu
mỗi khi nhắn tin

chính là tôi
đặt dấu chấm câu
xa thật xa ngoài vùng khả kiến
để chưa hết câu
những lời nói chưa hoàn thành
những câu chuyện chưa xong
những tách trà chưa đầy chưa cạn
những mối dây chưa kết nút nên hình

và vẫn là tôi
hỏi chấm chấm than
đi trước ngôn từ
và đôi khi đứng riêng một thân một cõi
?????????? bởi vì đâu
bởi vì cảm giác đã biết đứng dậy trước cả khi ngữ nghĩa được hoài thai

vì thế nên những chữ cái của tôi
những chữ cái trong nôi
những chữ cái mồ côi
những chữ cái lôi thôi tâm thần phân liệt
múc lên thành một gáo siêu hình
« nặn ra thành mười ba bức tượng
bẻ bánh làm mình thịt xương
Thầy chạnh lòng thương lấy bốn ngàn người »
hay một thú vui rất tiểu tư sản
ấy là đọc « hớp ý trăng sao »
ý tứ nghìn năm nấu cao thành biển chữ

còn những dấu chấm câu (cùng bơi trong biển chữ)
xin bọc lại để cất riêng
cho có khi dùng như rượu quý
để lại một dấu câu vô hình duy nhất
là dấu
xuống dòng

pic: để biết wittgenstein trước tiên ta biết về wittgenstein

lmw.
20-Sep-25

oh! the places you’ll go!as the 184th Commencement of Denison University is now over and the Class of 2025 has now gradu...
05/18/2025

oh! the places you’ll go!

as the 184th Commencement of Denison University is now over and the Class of 2025 has now graduated, the words of farewell to my senior friends feel more sincere and solemn than it ever has been. the “have a good summer” becomes “i wish you good luck wherever you go”, and it’s no longer just “see you again” but “i hope we see each other again”.

i have been strolling around to reminisce the colors of time. the items in the donation bins that used to belong to someone of somewhere. the empty dorms and apartments. the names on bulletin boards and posters. the present tense becomes the past tense.

but the end of college is marked by Commencement for a reason. college sends you off to new places, new people, new experiences, new futures, new lives. so i hope at a point in the future (next year?) our lives will cross paths again and we will tell each other all the fun things we’ve done since leaving the Hill.

lmw.
363 days from the 185th Commencement,
18-May-25

give me the wings.there was this Greek story of Icarus, who flew on wings of beeswax and feathers to escape the labyrint...
04/28/2025

give me the wings.

there was this Greek story of Icarus, who flew on wings of beeswax and feathers to escape the labyrinth that his father Daedalus has built. alas, he flew too close to the sun that the beeswax started to melt and the feathers started to fall away. so the poor Icarus lost his wings to the westerlies, and his life to the Aegean waves.

this year perhaps i have been flying too close to the sun. i have felt the sun kissing my cheeks and my back and my calves, and i have felt my feathers ripping away with the wet wax. the humble acceptances of defeat where i did not expect one. the long walks in the night that one only does when they are helpless like a lost time traveler. the sense of relief or regret at the cusp of change. the removal of what was, with no sense of renewal of what is or reception of what will be.

but also, perhaps, Icarus was destined to fall, for if he was real and did not fall we would not have a story to tell, and if he was made-up the story would be boring.

so this is where it has been destined to be. a period of reflection in a time uncertain. a chance to walk slowly and cherish this time together. a sloppy finish to an unsettling chapter, but to open the next adventures.

the heart falls where it carries itself to. and Icarus has perhaps felt the brief freedom in the brightest glory before his fall. in a sense, the loss of wings is a kind of liberation.

“you deserve better than this bro.
i know, i deserve to be free.”

pic: L.P. and i took a bunch of pinhole camera pictures of the trees behind Olin.

lmw.
27-Apr-25

Hear me notwhen I tell you it’s time to departfor then I may have already lostmy mind to brutal whirlwindsand scorching ...
06/25/2023

Hear me not
when I tell you it’s time to depart
for then I may have already lost
my mind to brutal whirlwinds
and scorching heat I felt since
you came with all those dangling thoughts
but who am I to force?

Abrasive you were
that now I think of me to you
like a mirror image, for we see too few
of the realities when we part ways
and too much of those platonic hard days;
our seamless match was indifference swelling:
Red Army tanks and IV needles, yes,
you can’t come in without breaking something.

lmw.
25-Jun-23

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