the mudpond

It's good to let things breathe in your imagination because often your initial response to it is not the best thought-through response. I savour little glimpses of life. Mine and those of people who turn me sideways and around. Friend or stranger. Even a child. (the world looks different from down there) Sometimes an author, photographer, artist. I let things saturate and incubate here. Hopefully, deeper meanings can percolate up and flower.

Location: Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

A stray cat.


For My Saquipedalian Friends

" I'll love you 'til the poets run out of rhyme..
until the 12th of Never..."
They don't write songs like that anymore, do they?

Nope. Sad ain't it?

However, despair not, my dear aspiring poet, song writer, amorist and writer friends, and most especially for those of you who are omphalopsychite, steatopygic or ventripotent... Check out the
Grandiloquent Dictionary :P

Enjoy! :)



Blogger Lucia Lai said...

the grandiloquent dictionary looks interesting. one day when i'm free, must try to make use of the words from it to write something!

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