25 December 2006

The Adoration of the Magi


            December Shopping

            Here comes Christmas. Take it, strip it down,
            wash it clean, then doll it up, prettify,
            package, add a ribbon. Now offer it up for sale,
            an orchard road product made new again.
            See the santa claus reindeer at centrepoint,
            touch the gold-dusted wings of angel
            mannequins, feel the softness, the warmth
            of cotton-wool snow, meltproof against
            the little coloured blinking bulbs.
            Do you not rejoice, would you not sing
            along in a fa-la-la-la-la sort of way?
            Meet baby jesus and holy mother,
            starring as takashimaya decorations,
            the three wise men as props.
            The crowds are awful, the roads too long,
            for roads that lead nowhere,
            but the lights are bright and the sales –
            oh, the wonderful sales! – are truly
            a shopper's paradise. What you buy is
            what you are, and what you are is here,
            on display, for sale, at a discount,
            very, very cheap. What joy! What happiness!
            What a birthday bash! Give thanks,
            for the power of visa, the size
            of your December bonus, for this
            great offering of material things.
            Let us eat, let us feast like gluttons,
            swarm like flies, drown in proverbial milk
            and honey - it’s christmas, after all,
            Singapore’s greatest shopping season.
posted by Gilbert at Monday, December 25, 2006 10 comments

08 December 2006


            Training

            Running means that you will
            never die. That’s why you come back,
            year after year, day after day
            to your training routes
            the sound of your shoes hitting the ground
            like a dream of heart and rhythm
            one beat at a time, then another and another
            that horizon in your mind still invisible,
            beautiful, always beyond reach.
posted by Gilbert at Friday, December 08, 2006 5 comments