Juliette Yu-Ming
  • HOME
  • WRITING
  • MOVING IMAGE
    • Ex Situ
    • Plague
    • Rite of Passage
    • Syv
    • Jungle
    • Être Chat
    • The Lotus Eaters
    • Carps
    • The prayer
    • Meta Tourism project
    • Brincante Com Fogo
    • Binary
    • Baltica
    • Taiping 07/09/1975
    • Coefficient of Weirdness
    • Narrative and Documentary >
      • Windfall
      • Casas Marcadas
      • Os Bamba
      • Casa Sem Janela
  • ART
    • mystic
    • flux.pensées
    • birdwomen
    • String Theory
    • Tryptic
    • Pixelluloid or the clash of civilisations
  • ABOUT
  • CONTACT

Canto para Ochún

aguas frescas de manantial
                                        quiero hundirme en tu ser
balanceada por el suave arrullo 
                                           de tus imperceptibles soliloquios
                        que dejen contemplativos
las rocas    y           el tucán 
                                                       ah,            como palpitan las almas
de los que te rodean
                                                     libres como quisiera ser
en tu espejo cristalino.



Picture

the art of being.

in the interstices
where our soul
meets the universe

all that is extinct
wanders freely
all that is invisible
leaves traces

telling us to dare
express our essence.

                                                                                            June 2007

to Kiran

the night,
wrapped in its black quilts
stands witness
to the universe’s
latest magic trick.

the stars,
travelers of distant worlds
flicker excitedly
like a million fireflies
lighting our hearts

the wind,
untamed by man
sits quietly crafting a melody
whispering gently
its welcome ceremony
to the divine perfection
of the dawn of your Life.


                                                                       Oct 2009

Picture
Picture

Who I met along the way...

On the day i was born, i met Love
Though i still had much to learn of her,
I felt i knew what she was saying
Why she could hurt the ones closer to her
And other times lift them to unimaginable heights
Unknown to those who shun her presence
Even though she´s hurt me then
when i swore to never meet her again
her modus operandi is quite uncanny
she always seems to sneek up on me
the next time we reunite, i trust
she´ll look the same,
but only wiser.

One day, it was a Thursday, i met with Loss
she was sitting by a bus-stop waiting
she swept me away i thought i´d never come back
in her presence i sank into obscure contemplation
now i recognize the signs of her arrival
an empty feeling between heart and bowel.

On the way i met with Friendship
We hung out alot and still do
Though with time, she´s changed
Evolved as i have too
We might grow apart
but through it all
she´s a stick in the ground
that keeps me standing tall
she taught me how to share
and i know she´ll always be there.

Every now and then i encounter Lies
trying to build walls instead of bridges
she never comes alone
she is accompanied by likeminded kin
because she can´t face up to reality
it makes her despise herself deeply
i try and avoid her when i can
her labyrinths always lead back to the same old spot.

From time to time, comes uninvited, Anger
She is very bipolar – sometimes i can calm her down
Other times she just won´t heed my efforts
She looks around and points her finger
Until she fades slowly with a growl
She likes to lurk near Misunderstanding
It can be hard to pick them apart
But i sure know it´s a worthy task.

Of all the people i have met
Happiness has been my role model
she´s always shown me the bright side of things
she has this charismatic way
of making everything seem possible
she´s friends with Love and Friendship
and growing to tolerate Loss
I think that´s a sign of wisdom
She tends to sneek up surreptitiously
She´s not one for sensationalism
But if u keep her close
You can count on her
To be your steady friend.



                                                                               July 2010

ce que je ne te dis pas

quelques fois,
quand je te regarde dans les yeux, je me vois
suspendue au dessus de l'abisme
et puis,
je tombe
en ralenti.

parfois,
ton regard se pose sur moi 
tel un rayon de soleil
entre les rideaux de tes paupières.

et je me dis
que fait ta bouche d'un tel sourire
qu'en font les autres quand ils le voient?
le recueillent-t-ils comme je le fais
doucement du bout des doigts? 

mi-homme mi-enfant
tu me dévisages
moi je t'attend
dans la brousse de mes pensées 
                                                          sauvages.

                                                                                          Jul, 2012

Photo
Picture

M.

Comme un rivage éternel qui s'écoule

comme la misère des favelles

elle me saoule

sans billet aller-retour,

la Mort.

                                                                                           
                                                                                        Nov., 2008

Love/SICK/

voodoo tricks
on my punctured heart
white chrysanthemums
planted in the holes
turn the colour of
velvet Sunday sofas
and sunset in Baracoa.
                                                                                                           

                                                                                              Jan, 2005

Picture
Picture

El Bendito

Howdoyoudo
Said the man
With a used-face
And the tin can
Tappin heels down alleyways
singing "Light Up My Day"
Or some tune from Billie Holiday
Wisdom tucked in his jacket
They call him El Bendito
The blessed mojado
with outturned pockets
In rythmn his stride
Singing to noone
But god inside.

                                                                                             Feb, 2004

Ziplock'd

My life again
Packed in a suitcase
Ziplock mentality
Tranport-friendly
Guilty feeling
Of not quite being
Neither complete nor completely empty
Zipzop mentality
Take (me) away/to go
3, 2, 1, 0
my rational ziplock'd mind
commodifies love
and has freedom defined
as conspicuous consumption
slaving to save for plastic ziplocked days
and nights under gladwrapped stars
mental slavery digs narrow tunnels
where scraps of dreams collect like litter
foulsmelling past expiry dates
forsaken places misplaced fates
dreams sprinkled little confetti
obscuring trails to childhood deadends
where now jungles grow over
traffic jams on ant-highways
where queens reigned with music notes
and happiness was lullabies and mother's hands
6 hours in a ziplocked bag:
is the median lifespan of dragonflies
when will I use up the air and gag
I too cannot breathe in vacuum packed sighs.

                                                                                       Jan, 2007


Picture
Picture

}La RaGe{

U said u want to protect me
From what?
Cold individualisms
oh
Suicidal remissions
yea
Twisted convictions
ah
Cheap molestations
U
Ask no questions
I
Ride above them
Don'
Underestimate
the
formative power of hate
I'm
rising above it
so
Nobody can tell me
Who?
I be who I be.


                                                                                             Dec, 2003

fou rire

Le rire
C'est l'hélium du corps
Il soulève les jupes
Comme les commissures des lèvres

La folie s'abrite
Derrière le fou qui rit
Les synapses s'enivrent
Les phonèmes du silence s'éffritent

Lucide, le fou qui rit
Par sa bouche bée
De ses entrailles, jaillissent
Des vérités dépouillées

Détonateuréalité
Antidote au simulacre
Le rire du fou dévalise le sacré
Avec la force farouche d'un athée.
                                                            Jun, 2012
Photo
Picture

Hibakusha.

I am a woman.
I am not a virgin on your altar
I am not going to bow to you
These scars you see
You cannot heal
Not even your fancy medicines and crisp white lab coat
Your sterilized hands can’t shed their filth
Permanently stained with sin
I do not want to teach you
I do not want to tell you what it is like to carry a child, inert, inside you and know your own body was its first and final resting place
I do not want to teach you

About your nuclear weapons

I only want you to give me back my child

Alive.

                                                                                        Aug, 2003


I.C.A.R.O. 

Me cansé de esperar

Que se hierva tu aguita

Cuando no tienes ni las moleculas

para aguantar el C.A.L.O.R.
                                                                                                                                   Sept, 2011                                                                                                               
                                                                              
Picture
Picture

symphonie céleste

De mon matelas par terre
Je vois un coin du ciel. 
Quelques milliers d'étoiles 
Qui palpitent au rythme
D'un blues éternel.

                                                                                       Dec, 2005

Ah-ma

skin, when pinched, retracted slowly
always combed hair, parted neatly 
denture-tooth smile, flashed readily

eyes shone bright, all was captured
gentle talcum powder scented
button-down shirt, elegantly tailored

She'd hold me right above my elbow
as we wandered, luxuriously slow

she was the wisdom 
of forgetting
and the sadness
of forgetfulness
she was the power of a mother
and the fragility of a child
how many times we'd walked together
arm in arm side by side
already missing one another
longing for lost time.

                                                                         April, 2009

Picture
Picture

Hey, what's the rush?

It is said that time is money
We gotta cram that factory line
Thus happiness isn't that easy
So much pressure to arrive in time
Think of life more like a circle
No beginning, middle or end
Our energy just gets recycled
You are me and we are them!


                                                                                           Oct, 2010

Amygdala en La Menor

En mi desierto de apagón,
Se levantó un viento
Que se pusó huracán.

Fue una noche de Abril
Lloramos chorinhos
Febril.

                                                                                           April. 2012

Photo
Picture

O amor entre um coelho e uma tortuga

Our incompatibility
Was a  technicality
My voltage is Two Forty,
Yours One Twenty.
U  won’t charge my battery
I’ll just bust your circuitry.
No cure for our condition
Immiscibly in opposition.


                                                                                             Mar, 2011

minha bicicleta

Hoje vou de bici
quero te levar
tenho garoupa
vamos pescar
borboletas no mar

Hoje vou de bici
pela beira-mar
vamos a pescar
formigas nas pernas
rimando en quatro linguas.
                                                                                         Mar, 2012



Picture
Photo

tiempo x espacio

                                                                                        Hace tiempo
                                                                  Que te espero.
                                           Por fin llegaste.
                      Y ya te fuiste.

Como el viento te trajó, te llevó.
Me fuiste solo emprestado
el tiempo de un corto verso
Flamenco-guaguancó!

Ya me olvides, tal vez?
Por las estratosferas
Andas, volando
En tu jet metalico
Dejando pa’ tras
Cada vez mas
El esboço
De nuestro 
único encuentro.

Destinos y dedos cruzados
No entiendo, solo siento

El aliento de mi tierno secreto.

Hace tiempo
                   Que te espero.
                                        Por fin llegaste.
                                                              Y ya te fuiste.

                                                                                           
                                                                                          April, 2012

cartografía

Atlántico, si fuiste solo rio,
Mi llanto te hizó océano.
Tanto fue mi pena
Que él te habia cruzado
“Rumbo a la vieja Europa.”
Dejándome náufraga
En esta trémula tierra
De la niña América.

                                                                                       April, 2012


Photo
(OBS: The artwork in my poetry section is NOT mine)
°
Contact me!
© COPYRIGHT 2015. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.