Who will rid me of these meddlesome hairs,
sprouting ungodly from within my ears,
so dark and flagrant while all around greys,
yet hidden from my presbyopic eyes?
“Excuse me, not I, a thousand times no,”
my tantrumic coiffeur won’t snip so low;
“With hirsute auricles I can’t compromise,”
my barb’rous barber refuses to rise;
“The hand's my domain, I’ll not pass the wrist,”
dogmatic’ly says my manicurist;
“And don’t look at me, I only do skin,”
my dermatologist's excuse sounds thin.
“I’ll cut those hairs, clip your nails, paint your tan,
and then close your eyes,” smiles the mortician.
copyright Jiyue Publications 2012
Monday, 16 April 2012
Friday, 30 March 2012
Wednesday, 28 March 2012
Sunday, 11 March 2012
new (light) verse
this is worrying, it seems I'm developing something of a 7-Eleven fetish:
Our fast food, which art in Seven,
hot dog be thy name;
long processed sticks:
[of] lips, tits and dicks,
in Fam'ly as it is in Seven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and give us milk, cheese, molasses,
chips, nuts, beer and various Häagen-Dazses;
send our facsimiles far overseas,
and deliver [us] our packages.
For Thou art the King of Convenience
the power, and the glory,
for ever and ever,
Seven.
Our fan-tuan [飯糰], which art in Seven,
rou-song [肉鬆] be thy name;
such thin red tubes;
of deep-fried pubes
in High Life as it is in Seven.
Give us this day one bottle red,
one rosé, two white, four glasses,
make that three red, (there’ll be gate-crashers);
and lead us not into temptation
so deliver us some nibbles;
For Thou art the King of Convenience,
the power, and the glory,
for ever and ever,
Seven
Our fei-zao [肥皂], which art in Seven,
duo-fen [多芬] be thy name;
still pure white squares;
free of curled hairs,
in OK as it is in Seven.
Give us this day salacious texts,
with their pixulated naked mums,
give us lipstick, padded bras and packs and packs of condoms,
but lead us not into temptation,
so deliver us vibrators.
For Thou art the king of consolation,
the power, and the glory
from long before seven till after eleven
Ah-men!
copyright Jiyue Publications
Our fast food, which art in Seven,
hot dog be thy name;
long processed sticks:
[of] lips, tits and dicks,
in Fam'ly as it is in Seven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and give us milk, cheese, molasses,
chips, nuts, beer and various Häagen-Dazses;
send our facsimiles far overseas,
and deliver [us] our packages.
For Thou art the King of Convenience
the power, and the glory,
for ever and ever,
Seven.
Our fan-tuan [飯糰], which art in Seven,
rou-song [肉鬆] be thy name;
such thin red tubes;
of deep-fried pubes
in High Life as it is in Seven.
Give us this day one bottle red,
one rosé, two white, four glasses,
make that three red, (there’ll be gate-crashers);
and lead us not into temptation
so deliver us some nibbles;
For Thou art the King of Convenience,
the power, and the glory,
for ever and ever,
Seven
Our fei-zao [肥皂], which art in Seven,
duo-fen [多芬] be thy name;
still pure white squares;
free of curled hairs,
in OK as it is in Seven.
Give us this day salacious texts,
with their pixulated naked mums,
give us lipstick, padded bras and packs and packs of condoms,
but lead us not into temptation,
so deliver us vibrators.
For Thou art the king of consolation,
the power, and the glory
from long before seven till after eleven
Ah-men!
copyright Jiyue Publications
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
New (light) verse -- ("My stomach represents my heart")
to the tune of ... (another obvious one)
你問我愛深坑多深，我愛九份幾分，
哦！我愛豆腐，啊！我愛芋圓，肚子代表我的心。
你問我想要去台南、或想去阿里山，
當然都想去，擔仔麵跟愛玉，肚子代表我的心。
鹹鹹的一小口，已經打動我的嘴，
QQ珍珠奶茶，教我思念到青蛙，
你問我愛台灣多深，我愛台灣幾分，
我去每個鄉，我去吃看看，肚子代表我的心。
你問我愛東山多深，我愛金門幾分，
哦！我愛鴨頭，啊！我愛花生，肚子代表我的心。
你問我想要去花蓮、或想要去宜蘭，
當然都想去，麻薯跟鴨賞，肚子代表我的心。
辣辣的一小口，已經燒掉我喉嚨，
臭臭一串豆腐，教我思念到米田共，
你問我愛台灣多深，我愛台灣幾分，
我去每個鄉，我去呷看mai，腹肚代表我ㄟ心。
Text and photos © Jiyue Publications 2012
你問我愛深坑多深，我愛九份幾分，
哦！我愛豆腐，啊！我愛芋圓，肚子代表我的心。
你問我想要去台南、或想去阿里山，
當然都想去，擔仔麵跟愛玉，肚子代表我的心。
鹹鹹的一小口，已經打動我的嘴，
QQ珍珠奶茶，教我思念到青蛙，
你問我愛台灣多深，我愛台灣幾分，
我去每個鄉，我去吃看看，肚子代表我的心。
你問我愛東山多深，我愛金門幾分，
哦！我愛鴨頭，啊！我愛花生，肚子代表我的心。
你問我想要去花蓮、或想要去宜蘭，
當然都想去，麻薯跟鴨賞，肚子代表我的心。
辣辣的一小口，已經燒掉我喉嚨，
臭臭一串豆腐，教我思念到米田共，
你問我愛台灣多深，我愛台灣幾分，
我去每個鄉，我去呷看mai，腹肚代表我ㄟ心。
Text and photos © Jiyue Publications 2012
Thursday, 16 February 2012
new (light) verse
(to the tune of, well, i guess it's obvious)
Heaven, I’m in Seven,
with its drink and groc’ry choices quite unique
and I seem to find the products that I seek,
in five thousand stores located cheek to cheek.
Seven, I’m in Heaven,
where the staff don’t care if I just take a leak,
browse the papers without paying for my peek
or buy coffee that’s too costly and too weak.
On Sundays I shop at Carrefour,
for prices beyond critique,
but I have to admit it’s Seven,
which sees me through the week.
Books, news and magazines,
I like what’s smart about you,
that elevating you,
like a staircase to…
Heaven, I’m in Seven,
with its drink and groc’ry choices quite unique,
but too much fat so my heart can hardly beat
and a whole year’s salt allowance in a week.
The politely-trained employees
don’t give me any cheek
when I order a vibrator, they
don’t treat me like a freak.
[Dietrich style] Bier, chips und cigarettes,
I like what’s bad about Du,
Darum liebe Ich Dich
Und Was kommt nach Sechs? …
Seven, I’m in [Seventh] Heaven,
with its fax and printing options quite unique
as I seem to find the services I seek,
In five thousand stores located
… (in a) million stores located
… (a) gazillion stores located
cheek to cheek
([fade, choose from:] cheek to cheek … I ain’t no freak … Ca c’est magnifique … Irving, surely “losing streak”? … this song still needs a tweak … and I need another leak … wow my socks sure do reek)
[ca. 2m30s+ instrumental intro and breaks]
Copyright Jiyue Publications 2012
Heaven, I’m in Seven,
with its drink and groc’ry choices quite unique
and I seem to find the products that I seek,
in five thousand stores located cheek to cheek.
Seven, I’m in Heaven,
where the staff don’t care if I just take a leak,
browse the papers without paying for my peek
or buy coffee that’s too costly and too weak.
On Sundays I shop at Carrefour,
for prices beyond critique,
but I have to admit it’s Seven,
which sees me through the week.
Books, news and magazines,
I like what’s smart about you,
that elevating you,
like a staircase to…
Heaven, I’m in Seven,
with its drink and groc’ry choices quite unique,
but too much fat so my heart can hardly beat
and a whole year’s salt allowance in a week.
The politely-trained employees
don’t give me any cheek
when I order a vibrator, they
don’t treat me like a freak.
[Dietrich style] Bier, chips und cigarettes,
I like what’s bad about Du,
Darum liebe Ich Dich
Und Was kommt nach Sechs? …
Seven, I’m in [Seventh] Heaven,
with its fax and printing options quite unique
as I seem to find the services I seek,
In five thousand stores located
… (in a) million stores located
… (a) gazillion stores located
cheek to cheek
([fade, choose from:] cheek to cheek … I ain’t no freak … Ca c’est magnifique … Irving, surely “losing streak”? … this song still needs a tweak … and I need another leak … wow my socks sure do reek)
[ca. 2m30s+ instrumental intro and breaks]
Copyright Jiyue Publications 2012
Thursday, 9 February 2012
some pics
got some nice pics in Yeliu this week:
for more see http://photos-ftaiwan-jiyueimages.blogspot.com/
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