the2ndrule Issue 48
the2ndrule
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May/June 2004 email edition
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web edition: http://the2ndrule.com
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1. The Only Method to a Dream-Gone-Right [Shasha Nur Affandi]
2. Instant Cafe Radio Episode 25 [Selection and Mix by Koh Beng Liang]
3. Between this and the next [Wong Zijia]
4. Scratch Fiction [Galilean Chen]
5. Introduction to Studio Leng [Leng Soo-Tsu]
6. Yesterday's Tomorrow [Jason Cliff]
7. Chicago [Stephen Black]
8. one (want) [Ong Ee Lin]
9. Raw 2: Another Bad Fall [Selection and Mix by Jason Tong]
10. Disturbing Signs [James SL Lee]
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Neanderthal man was always stooping.
No one offered him a seat. He wasn't a carpenter, but he sure had a big daddy. The throne was waiting, kept warm and toasty.
Daddy would sigh, restructure water as wine, and Neanderthal man would get a religious surge, almost a Catholic high.
At night, instead of making love, he'll be squatting beside his wife, signing deliriously on counterfeit bills.
Please send your comments, suggestions and contributions to: editor@the2ndrule.com
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2ndrule team : Koh Beng Liang, Shannon Low, Benety Goh, Russell Chan, Jason Tong, Alfian Bin Sa'at, Adelina Ong
Contributors : Shasha Nur Affandi, Wong Zijia, Galilean Chen, Leng Soo-Tsu, Jason Cliff, Stephen Black, Ong Ee Lin, James SL Lee
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The Only Method to a Dream-Gone-Right
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1.
How would they ever know -
these silent Dreams of mine, waiting to be realized,
and so I said, Listen;
and press your ears against my Heart
can you hear - oh, how they beat;
ever-resounding, ever struggling
lulling themselves out of a slumber so deep,
beating and proclaiming to the world -
I want to be Bigger than I am.
2.
The battlefield for these realizations -
a place of torment, or so they said.
Have you heard about it? -
I asked around and you smiled
and in that saccharinely-sweet smile
sugar-coated with a jadedness so powerful, it stabbed me.
And you shaked your head, and answered;
Welcome honey, to that Other World, where -
They Demand;
clear manifestations of your work's progress
They Dream;
of awards, accolades and public recognition
They Need;
an addressal of a Dream Gone Right,
A publisher's legitimate stamp, no less.
3.
and i thought to myself-
No,
this surely must be wrong
- Shasha Nur Affandi
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A Short Documentary on Stefan Sagmeister
http://av.adobe.com/studio/sag/sagmeister.html
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Instant Cafe Radio Episode 25
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You can't hurry love.
http://the2ndrule.com/issues/issue48/instantcafe.html
Playlist:
National Anthem - Poland - Mazurek Dabrowskiego
Brother Bones - Sweet Georgia Brown
Me First and the Gimme Gimmes - I'll Be There
Avril Lavigne - sk8er boi (live)
NESikmos - Mario
The Hungry Ghost - Heaven is a dark place
Shirley Ellis - The Clapping Song
Radio Sejarah Melayu - Lenggang Kangkong - Semerah Padi (Chorus)
PNU Riff - Comfy Club
Diana Ross - You Can't Hurry Love
DJ Shadow - Mutual Slump
Bjork - Come to Me
(SSDC Driving Center - Mental Torture)
Hall and Oates - Maneater (Jay Norman remix)
Kosheen - Hide U (Decoder and Substance Mix)
(Will and Grace - Karen's Wedding)
Prodigy - Breathe
- Selection and mix by Koh Beng Liang
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And now, back to urban living.
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Between this and the next
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http://the2ndrule.com/issues/issue48/betweenthis.html
- Wong Zijia
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Momorobos for you?
http://www.momorobo.com
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Scratch Fiction
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The field warms my soul, so cold, even though when I'm dead? The marigolds seep through my fingers, lifting them over my head, feeling them over my face. "Summerwind's always our song, honey!". Petals touching me.
"Remember you said you love me always? Sap trickling down my neck.
"I don't want to take you for granted... The remains of marigold at my feet. We walk the lines of the pavement. We laugh at the jokes I make. We hug each other to bed. I look at the marigold trails behind me, and I know it's over.
It happens every time I look out of the window. I see my glazed reflection staring back, cascading the trees and roads that swims by ever so smoothly. The fluid motion reflects surrealism and the abrupt stops would bring me back to reality. I look around, and the motion of myself shuffling, brings back memories. Memories of lost companionship, as leaves fall, these hands that I used to hold on, the once familiar landscapes fades to grey.
The siren droned. I woke up with a start. It's a warm afternoon, and it's the best time to nap on the cool tiles in the kitchen. I got up and yawned. Where's Jason? I wondered. I walked lazily across the living room, "Jason?" I barked. No reply. Mom's crying on the phone. She seems to be shaking violently. I followed her out of the house, towards the commotion's that was building outside. Why is she tearing so much?
Jason lay on the pavement. Never knew that Jason liked to rest on the pavement. He always slept on the couch with the TV on. There were kids around Jason's age, with baseball gear on, looking on wide-eyed. I made my way through them all and licked at Jason's cheeks. He always laughed when I licked him. He didn't even smile now. His big brown eyes staring back at me. Lifting my paws onto his chest, I realised he wasn't breathing at all.
- Galilean Chen
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http://www.wulffmorgenthaler.com
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Introduction to Studio Leng
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http://the2ndrule.com/issues/issue48/leng/leng.html
About the Illustrator Leng:
To the question how he became an illustrator, Leng Soo-Tsu said it was the result of finally realising that there was actually demand for his art. Leng studied graphic design at Carnegie Mellon University in the US and has worked in Kuala Lumpur and Singapore. After 10 years working on several of the region's travel publications - Singapore Airlines' inflight magazine being the last, which he art-directed Leng made the switch to illustrating fulltime in 2004. His work has appeared in Herworld, Elle, Destinasian, and Changi (airport magazine). He has also illustrated two children's books. His cover illustration for Henri Fauconnier's Prix-Goncourt-winning French novel The Soul of Malaya (Malaisie) came out last year. He says this is his year of living dangerously as he is now self-employed and depends fully on his art to make a living. It is a trade-off with corporate life, but he says his is glad his abilities in art is getting the exposure they deserve. His goal? Why, do more illustrations!
Leng can be contacted at: studioleng@hotmail.com
- Leng Soo-Tsu
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Super Magazine
About the photographer Leslie Kee
http://www.jedroot.com/photogr/lk/lkframeset.html
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Yesterday's Tomorrow
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Fri 13th feb
7.33am and not a wink of
rest to escape into
bills & debts unforgotten -
desperate & haunted by promises
piled up like tons of iron collapsing
down on me like murderers to my
useless talents trapped with passion
unnoticed
unforgiving
years of toiling for acceptance
in office cubicles, HR rooms & presentations
foreseen failures & success in establishments
proposed ideas years ago
to undesired minds
now used
but not a dime to show in the bank
in my No. 1 like
a prisoner of war lost
in battles fought for integrity not
wanted by the system
the invisible fascist regime
- we call life
a formulated one
cruel in it's laws taking custody
of lives we see everyday right next to us
in mornings & nights on plastic seats,
hanging tiredly on plastic handles
of the mass rapid transit to what become?
look to the driver in the other car
or the public bus making a buck for
his children to play into the future
of things to begin - again
same as always
the rooftop of flats have stories to tell
so do the midnight oils burning in life forms
hidden in blocks of concrete knowing
what can wash up on beaches
the same spoken language in the crematorium
for us to deny
right from the school's vocabulary system
day after day
making the same excuses to pull through
just for one more sight of the living
one more sight of it's splendor & might
always threatening to
eat my soul
to say goodbye to
nothing's worth
8.52am
taking a piss under the
morning's sun anointing new life
bright in all of it's glorious radiance
crooning on yesterday's dreams
and I
I hear the crows speak
echoing the feasting orgy of transactions
with the day's new day as I
prepare for my exit into a renaissance of
yesterday's tomorrow
- Jason Cliff
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How to draw a boat
http://www.khulsey.com/demo_1howto.html
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Chicago
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http://the2ndrule.com/issues/issue48/chicago.html
Carl Sandberg's Chicago poem, read by "Pilot le Hot".
Chicago, Summer of 2003.
The Green Mill, Capone's old gin joint where the Poetry Slam started.
MarcKellySoWhatSmith - the slampappi - the ringleader - signals a break. I pull out a poem and a camera....
Pilot le Hot performs at festivals, concerts,divorces and barbecues.... http://www.slameur.com
Marc Smith.... http://www.slampapi.com
- Stephen Black
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http://www.drububu.com
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one (want)
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there, that lounge.
those lonely chairs in the empty, hollow darkness.
the lights turned down, live music to no end.
me, in the steely chill against the nightscape of a flowing city.
your eyes on me, pacing as I reach for words that refuse articulation.
your body strained in composure, the long release of breath.
your voice, at last, and the words, "just tell me."
one difference. one song. one million heartbeats.
here, this shower.
these cascades that burn yet fail to permeate this tundra:
quaking, shivering as my heart tectonics split
with the echo of your voice in the rising steam.
me, unable to register the given events,
unable to track time as I fall in and out of darkness;
dull ache to soul quake.
me, alone, because you dont need to know the red
this river spiraling away from me, from us,
a current I cannot stop with my bare hands;
with my resolve,
with my remorse.
one breath. one pause. one planetary movement.
one regret and one relief.
one final question:
did you feel so unwelcome, so abhorred
by every fiber of my being
that you chose a death
by the only chord that bound us?
one life unlived.
one death unmourned.
one absolute silence for an answer.
one (want) for you.
- Ong Ee Lin
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Jumping Frames: A Dance-Video Project
http://www.videotage.org.hk/jumpingframes
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Raw 2: Another Bad Fall
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An iPod x iPod mix
Featuring Jason Tong RAW..
http://the2ndrule.com/issues/issue48/raw2mix.html
- Selection and mix by Jason Tong
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Enter lmac.tv
http://www.lmac.tv
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Disturbing Signs
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There are other warnings too
An angel by the pavement
in a feathered decompose
with claws recoil and beaks apart
and the dried splatter -- its halo?
Wound with chains and wires barbed
the Eden gates standing
The sillhouette 'Cain and abel'
under 'No Trespassing'. Within are
all the leaves, hiding something?
Throughout the streets and walkways
too many fruitless trees
the roar of oceans in the branches --
befuddles and frenzies
Who are they calling?
The Tree of Life is now
a deadly pong-pong tree
with every branch break seeping
milky sap and poisoned honey
Who dares touch it?
And the playground swing starts swinging
with footsteps under it
the shadows of the missing child
(for there's one in every garden)
Who comes alone at Three O'Clock:
she knows neither good nor evil.
It is the seating at the benches
with old newspapers
and moths sipping slowly on
the ring-worms on my belly
that brings out all so clearly
the garden inside me
so disturbingly.
- James SL Lee
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"I know you've come to kill me. Shoot, coward, you're only going to kill a man."
- Che Guevara, Oct. 9, 1967
See you again soon!
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The Only Method to a Dream-Gone-Right (c) 2004 Shasha Nur Affandi
Instant Cafe Radio Episode 25 (c) 2004 Koh Beng Liang
Between this and the next (c) 2004 Wong Zijia
Scratch Fiction (c) 2004 Galilean Chen
Introduction to Studio Leng (c) 2004 Leng Soo-Tsu
Yesterday's Tomorrow (c) 2004 Jason Cliff
Chicago (c) 2004 Stephen Black
one (want) (c) 2004 Ong Ee Lin
Raw 2: Another Bad Fall (c) 2004 Jason Tong
Disturbing Signs (c) 2004 James SL Lee
