Stray Birds
I like to make a lot of highlights and notes while reading. Later I will find a time to write down these notes on paper as if I am reading the book for the second time. Recently, I think blogging can be another way to reread a book, and of course share the book with friends.
Stray birds is a book I like since long time ago. I read both Chinese and English versions. Recently I brought it to my trip and reread it. This book wrote lots of different types of love, love of human, love of nature, love of work, love of life, love of lovers. In Tagore’s verses, you can easily see his love of philosophy. Let’s review it starting its first and last pages, very clever 🙂
Some lines I like:
You smiled and talked to me of nothing, and I felt that for this I had been waiting long Her wistful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night Once we dreamt that we were strangers, we wake up to find that we were dear to each other Love! when you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand, I can see your face and know you as bliss
The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth These little thoughts are rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness? "How far are you from me, O Fruit?" "I am hidden in your heart, O Flower" The sunshine greets me with a smile. The rain his sad sister, talks to my heart This world is the world of wild storms kept tame with the music of beauty
God finds himself by creating Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and it's worth by the claims of love We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original Truth in her dress finds facts too tight; in fiction she moves with ease Woman in your laughter, you have the fountain of life
The book shines by these bright lines, even though there are some lines that are hard to understand and dull. Maybe my English is just not enough 🙂
Assorted poems (written on my trips)
Slow Life
I watch the sun that peaks through the dust
I listen to the rain that falls on the roof
I bite strawberries that pop between the teeth
I smile at my son who is writing “why”, “what” and “how”
I press a piece of leaf in the book
I walk on the road and wave at the car
I drink a pot of tea under the tree
I flow in the waves of ocean
I bury my face in the snow
I look at the clock
it is still 11:11
but, it’s the next day already
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China life
Parents, old
Relatives, scattered
Friends, still there
Everyone treats everyone sweetly
Half of the love
half of the hospitality
Visiting people, remember to bring the gifts
Hanging out, don’t get behind to pay for others
It’s my time to claim the throne
Find my mom a computer
Buy my dad a pair of shoes
Organize much of the connection
Fix much of the broken
Lying down in bed at night
Thinking about life is so beautiful
When everybody is around
A big smile brings me into the dreams
Good night, China
Hope to see you on the moon
In my dreams
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The fat
Fat comes like an evil
It is vicious
It is reckless
It piles dirt on my body
It devours my beauty
It spreads like a ghost
It laughs like a joker
But she never knew
She comes to a wrong person
I slam her face
I burn her torso
I chew up her guts
I shake her off like clothes
I rip her open like a cocoon
Now here I am
Fly like a butterfly ?
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Vibrator
The humble vibrator
You are cute and low-key
Carry love like a lover
You are passionate and diligent
Serve a queen like a king
You are naughty and witty
Tease fans like a comedian
You are determined and dominant
We all lose control in you
Odd rabbits’ visit
Jellyfish kingdom is having a dancing party to celebrate the reunions of south sea and north sea friends.

At the corner of the dance pool, only Kiko is not that cheerful. He is worrying about a news heard from the radio that odd rabbits are going to visit tommorrow!! “are they good or bad?”

In the next day, early morning, the Jelly kingdom is waked up by this super loud “vroom vroom … “. A giant red fish then showed up at the entrance. Here comes two odd rabbits sitting on their red fish.

Random (2)
Since I am not allow to talk about pop music on Twitter, I will retrieve one of the music here to listen :). Here you go “bad habits”, still my favorite music video!
Bach Minuet, in G major
It looks like I have not uploaded my piano recordings for a while. This one is the famous Bach minuet (BWV-Anh 114). It is not my favorite pieces of Bach, but it is quick to practice. Minuet is a kind of dances and follows 3/4 time signature. You can imagine a cute and sweet girl is smiling and dancing with a handsome and a sincere boy.
Then we have this Beethoven Sonata I recorded from one of the Juilliard practice rooms. WOW
Crime and Punishment
This book is very dark, very grey throughout, until the last 2 pages—-suddenly the sun peaked through the thick clouds. It reminds me of the movie Schindler’s list and that red dress little girl at the end. I feel I have misunderstood Dostoevsky for long, and he has so much hope in his heart!
Reading this book requires some persistence. Let me start by talking about what I hate about this book. First, Russian names are so long. I read the Chinese translation of this book. Sometimes, the half line is just somebody’s name. Second, the same person has a few completely irrelevant names depending on who is calling him/her (I heard that is the Russian book thing?!). “what the hell, who is this person?” I consistently curse like that. Third, being in STEM, I enjoy efficiency. But literature authors sometimes add stuffs not very to the point, which often drive me crazy. For example, Les Miserable has this super lengthy descriptions of Paris sewer system. This book also has annoying lengthy conversations that are not very to the point of the story.
In this book, everybody lives a miserable life, mostly because of the poverty, which then caused them some mental problems. You wonder why this is the case?
Raskolnikov (the main character) published a paper about a novel utopia, where there are ordinary people and superior people. The superior people are like Napoleon. Killing is a path to make new laws. The crime in this book is Raskolnikov’s experiment about his theory, and he wanted to know if he could also be Napolean. He believes that if he kills this nasty, old, mean woman who did not make any contributions to this world, and then use her money to help the people in need, he is building a better world. You wonder if his theory makes some sense; you will start reflecting history and maybe also the darkness periods you had gone through (e.g., in the past three years of covid life). Dostoevsky did not give explicit conclusions, but had given some comments from other characters’ conversations.
Raskolnikov never had a good day of life after he committed the crime. He is not in jail but he got the most severe punishment. Dostoevsky here wrote what is suffering and people at the edge. If you had gone through mental struggling in the past, this might bring back your memory; if you never had gone through, you might be able to know what it is like in the hell.
Some love stories are written like digital circuits that have only 0s and 1s. “I love you” “get married” happy ending! some love stories are a little more complicated like analog circuits, and maybe the values are somewhat between loveish and unloveish. Dostoevsky wrote a love story like quantum circuits. You are not quite sure what’s going on. There are different states, entanglement, uncertainty … love is not intentional and it is a surprise. Sofya and Raskolnikov for the most of the time, they are talking about the crime, and they are struggling about other things. Then there is this feeling of power and new life, and the sudden understandings between the two without any words. In many dramas I grow up with, often love is the main theme, and it is very loud, “cry” “shout” “lots of verbal conversations”. I wonder whether this is the difference between a man author and a female author wrote about love.
Happy holidays
Semester is over, and China is opening up. December has many festivities to celebrate. It looks like I have not updated my blog for a while. For people who have missed my blog posts, let me upload some sketches I made earlier in the year.
Some background of the drawings: when I walked into a live model session, I did not expect this nudity. The beautiful girl walked besides me into the building suddenly took off all her clothes and pose comfortably in front of people. While I was quite in a shock, I saw that everybody there was concentrating on their drawings so I soon started getting into the drawing mood. New York has a lot of nudity in summer, which builds up my appreciation and naturalness about nudity. One anecdote: one day in summer, one of my New York friend updates her social media about her trip to DC, and she was almost half naked and smile big in front of the monument. People definitely would feel something was wrong and I think I understand where she was coming from.


Happy holidays! Next year, besides the domestic trips, I have quite a few international trips scheduled, Germany, East Asia, and maybe Australia. I hope everybody’s life finally can be recovered to the pre-pandemic era.








