my name is mud as in good i help you with thai translation i am monkey & i am crazy good at takraw & at takraw kicks—do you see me where i practice? yes? at the beach with a ball of flotsam-styrofoam & a piece of string tied to a tree so i can kick & jump like a crazy monkey there is no end to my energy for the game & no one can tell what i am thinking at any given moment - monkey! ha! your name? david? david beckham? ha! football!—takraw!—monkey!—you think i'm crazy? i am mud as in good—good at takraw see you next year you want sprite? 1000 baht! yes! you want room? 1 million baht! yes! time to practice again! & off he goes into the innocent night—relax bay thailand keeping the peace
Tag: Travel (page 10 of 12)
I’ve been lucky enough to travel to some pretty interesting destinations over the course of my life so far. Here are some posts from some of the more memorable places I’ve visited.
come here blossom fall down
here on my lap & let me
run my fingers through your
delicate pink petals the way
you used to like it in spring-
time when you were all in
bloom oh blossom remember
every season is another reason
to love you tender blossom come
on back over here don’t let
the wind blow your fragrance
in another direction blossom
let me be the lucky little bee
climbing ever so carefully
towards your sweet sticky
centre oh blossom who’d dare
pluck your perfect beauty?
here on my lap & let me
run my fingers through your
delicate pink petals the way
you used to like it in spring-
time when you were all in
bloom oh blossom remember
every season is another reason
to love you tender blossom come
on back over here don’t let
the wind blow your fragrance
in another direction blossom
let me be the lucky little bee
climbing ever so carefully
towards your sweet sticky
centre oh blossom who’d dare
pluck your perfect beauty?
pai bursting through the fog to fly in low across the rice paddies dumping its deadly load & setting the pond a-tremble with aftershocks the size of frogs now skipping the mountains of pai untold numbers of karen separatists pray fervently for a rain cloud to carpet bomb the ponds of burma we saw one coming over the mountains along the surface-tension's wire as quickly as it came the raincloud retraces the thirty miles back to thailand if only the skies would remain blackened by something like smoke ...
mr tui you'd have to win the "safest driver in thailand" award you were a man of few words but smooth driving actions eg your easy familiarity with the nine hundred & forty two sharp corners between chiang mai & pai mr tui you knew when to sound your horn around a hairpin bend when to change down to second when to accelerate & swerved superbly to avoid collapsed road shoulders but mr tui the one criticism i would have is that you flicked the windscreen wipers on & off unnecessarily - it really was raining quite heavily mr tui & you could have saved yourself the trouble by leaving them on for the entire trip - record time nevertheless : 2 hrs 56 mins start to finish khob khun khrap
fireworks rupture the temple on the hill’s
serenity the interior’s panorama suffocated
by a buddhist vision of hell flavoured with
more than a dash of hindu horror – here’s
a massacre of men & women sawn in half
by grinning & willing fellow men & women
here’s old buddha himself count his ribs
this is before he discovers the middle
path still there are thousands of hungry
children in the buddhist world – more than
a thousand monks & nuns forced to cross
the burmese border in search of alms –
they are all still hungry – count their ribs
serenity the interior’s panorama suffocated
by a buddhist vision of hell flavoured with
more than a dash of hindu horror – here’s
a massacre of men & women sawn in half
by grinning & willing fellow men & women
here’s old buddha himself count his ribs
this is before he discovers the middle
path still there are thousands of hungry
children in the buddhist world – more than
a thousand monks & nuns forced to cross
the burmese border in search of alms –
they are all still hungry – count their ribs