Monday, November 23, 2015
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Poem--Death of Neda --by Kyi May Kaung
6-22-09
Monday – my name day.
Death of Neda
Her name means The Calling.
She loved to travel.
They met in Turkey.
One shot.
She wasn’t vomiting blood.
She was dying. Her eyes rolled up.
Her doctor fled overseas.
Her music teacher forced
to change his testimony.
Her fiancé arrested.
President Ahmadinejad interviewed
on CNN
the interpreter capturing so well
the bleating tone.
The camera holds, the small eyes,
the nose
sniffing sideways.
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Language lesson--pant suit & longyi
Language lesson:
pant suit= what Nancy Pelosi and Hilary Clinton wear on the job.
longyi=Burmese sarong.
pa soe= man's longyi
pah wah=stole, formal wear for females. As worn by Dr. Aung San Suu Kyi--
pan pan hlyet bair
a famous line from Burmese poet Zawgyi's poem
Ma Baydar
Miss (Water) Hyacinth.
"The ducks they are a hundred two hundred
but Miss Baydar
she is always
with flowers in her hair."
Considered Daw Suu's theme song.
KMKaung
11-17-2015
Monday, November 16, 2015
National Bonsai Collection--
Incredible--Japan's gift to National Bonsai Foundation--from private donors, including a Japanese PM and the Imperial Household.
Look at the training dates on these little old trees--
one is from the 17th century.
KMKaung
11-16-2015
They were just following orders--a poem by Kyi May Kaung
They were just following orders.
They were just following orders
when it came to it no one could find out
where the orders came from all they knew was
they came from Above, not from the sky –
number one blamed two and two blamed one
and the people blamed the Butcher
but guns do not all on their own suddenly
spout death with bayonets and live bullets.
Someone somewhere had first of all to decide
the budget would go more to guns than to butter
or rather more guns and bullets than rice –
than food rationed even in the relatively better
times, a bottle of cooking oil for a family of four
per month, a bottle of kersosene in four months
barely enough to soak the torn and twisted corkscrew-like
newspaper to start the fire going – sometimes four minute
lighter flints wrapped in paper and damp-headed, dead-
headed, matches that never ignite. Then someone had to tell
all those soldiers to march five abreast
goose-stepping, down the streets. Didn’t you
see on Nightline, this young man just
looking around, just passing the time, sitting
on the street – shooting the breeze – inside a
spare tire – slim
protection – suddenly shot
Wham! In the chest.
Somewhere
all these soldiers with their fingers on the
triggers. During the Demonetization toting up
the numbers on punched cards, we did not
even dare, to sneeze. Somewhere someone had
to say, it’s time to shoot, it’s OK to shoot
children, their jinglees, sharpened bicycle spokes
were dangerous, they taunted
the soldiers, for their lack of edu-
cation. Does Provocation justify being
shot?
And someone who should have known better
says to me in America – they were warned not
to come out – the army would shoot to kill
and yet they did. Whose fault is it? I
look on in horror – would you say this – if it
were, your child? Your son? Now thirteen.
He says – But nothing happened
to the boy – Does that prove anything?
During the (first) Gulf War a man wrote to the
President of the United States: Mr. Bush if
my son dies I will not forgive you. The
paramount leader says contemptuously
of his own people – with whom he wishes so
much to identify: They quickly forget
anyone who has wronged them, they quickly
forgive. But do you really think, the mother
of a 5’8” son, tall who came home, legs broken, in a 5’ coffin, who
stays silent out of fear, has really forgiven?
How long do you think it takes to grow
a baby into a man, nurtured every day
from when his shoulders were two finger joints wide
the soles of his feet, two finger widths, long?
I can’t imagine how you could walk
that day in September. On the radio before
I left for the railway station, I heard, the mood
is very grim -- the students are prepared to
die. Two and a half hours later as I get off the train in
Baltimore – my friend greeting me from
her little red car, says – It’s all over the army
has taken back power again, the students
have fled to the Border. My feet are like
jelly, and walk along without any act of
volition on my part. My friend had stopped
to buy a pink anthurium, and had forgotten
behind one of her twenty credit cards.
She said her husband heard the news on
his short wave radio.
Suddenly I think of Oswięncim in the
winter, in February, the warehouses full
of women’s hair, children’s booties, suitcases,
pathetic names and addresses, written on each. Spectacles
all sorted out systematically by type.
Concrete slab tables used, to pull out the
gold fillings, before, the corpses are
incinerated. Even killing can be mass
production. Of hair, used to weave
upholstery. My classmate from
Nigeria writes a poem – of how all that hair
now all a uniform color because of the gas
was once also different in color, not just in
texture or was it curly or straight, short or
long – was once on some woman’s head
who was once loved by some man. On the
way back from Auschwitz to Kraków, he shows
me the poem, on the bus.
In the Spring in Majdanek near Lublin
my friend takes me through a field of
yellow dandelions. We climb steps as up
a Burmese stupa. She says though it’s a
lovely day, and we are on holiday, do
not smile for your picture. It is not
appropriate here, Elsbièta says. These are human
ashes – they only roofed it over, recently.
How much human ashes, must have
blown away in this open field, between the War
and our visit, in 1969? How much ash
does one human being, make?
Ounces? Pounds? I think ounces. When
my other friend’s father died and he was
cremated, she said she interred the
ashes in an urn. I should have looked.
How much ashes does one human being – produce?
Copyright Kyi May Kaung
c. 1994
Liberalism and me--by KMKaung
I still think The Guardian, famous as the most liberal in the Wn world, has the best and most thoughtful coverage, and the most human.
Please read it, it is good.
I have only so far read 2 or 3 profiles of the victims, and one was an architect who was a Muslim and had done a thesis on Mecca pilgrimages--so--it is sad to say this, but it is really "equal opportunity carnage" and most of the victims were in the prime of life, highly educated and with income levels to match.
It is so sad, and really, more needs to be done on the poor disenfranchised areas of (European) cities--
when I was at Penn, the director of the Christian Center told me how they regularly used to have to rescue freshmen (freshers) who were lonely in college and ended up joining cults and giving up their passports.
They had to be de-brainwashed, she told me.
This was a lovely woman who had adopted a black child and became a pastor herself, because she said, "In the (American) Midwest, I could only be a pastor's wife, not a pastor myself."
She went on to get a Ph.D. in Theology.
I am afraid "religion" for some is becoming a kind of murderers' club--in the name of religion.
An Eritrean artist I interviewed said, "People like ritual because it gives them structure and identity and they can do things by rote" (according to "the law").
I hate to say it, but my late friend Y became more religious and rule-bound in the West, whereas at home mutual friends said she could and did sit with Chinese friends who were eating pork at the same table.
I only wish the "must" in her, as in "I must stay registered in the best business school in the world" had been less strong in her.
As Zarine our Parsi friend from Bombay said, "How many universities do you think there are in the USA? About 3 thousand."
And my transportation professor only advised I change departments, which I did, pulling a political scientist in to be my dissertation chairman.
--
This is by the way, but once when we were discussing our plight together ref. our papers, and our lawyer, she told me not to sit on her bed if I was menstruating, because then she would have to launder the whole thing.
The bed at that time was like Hans Christian Anderson's the Princess on a Pea.
Not only a sheet and top sheet, certainly, but also a thick quilted counterpane.
I obediently sat on a chair.
--
In Bali, another friend was shocked because a temple said, "Please do not come if if you have your monthly courses."
She asked "Why?"
I said, "Well, we are Buddhists, but Hinduism is older--"
I knew from my friends in Boulder, probably one of the most liberal of US cities, that you cannot go to a Hindu puja if you are menstruating.
As I was not, I went with my new friend who allowed me to stay with her for 3 weeks before the dorm opened in Philadelphia. I felt really at home with all the Indian women. I felt at home in Hema's house, when I could hear in the morning her computer specialist husband praying.
I don't know what language it was, maybe Hindi, but I could tell it was a prayer.
She would tell her son, then about 11 at the time, "Put the ham away,--is coming." I did not understand until she and the mutual friend said, they could not eat meat. G. brushed her teeth when she accidentally bit into a meat flavored potato chip--
-- And there were more racist incidents, or racist looks from an Egyptian man, when I was happily walking home through Powelton, talking with two black women friends, one an African American from the Virgin Islands who had been a Fulbright in India, and one an Ethiopian who had been arrested in Ethiopia and had been to Burma while working for an airline.
Molu told me of the bad condition in which Russian tenants left a house, peeing in the fireplace, and she said she read Solzhenitsyn's One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich, in an Ethiopian prison.
She reminded me of a wonderful and elegant Ethiopian Bruck Kebede, who my sister and I knew in Poland as a classmate, and the Nigerian, whose name I have forgotten, but who showed me the poem he had written on the bus when we came back from Auschwitcz/Oswiencim.
I tried to replicate some of the sentiments in one of my poems.
"And all this hair (in the warehouse in the concentration camp, only one left for display, but piled high to the roof--The Nazi's recycled the hair to weave upholstery cloth)
"And all this hair
was once on the head of some woman
who was once loved by some man--"
I can say that I have been many places, and met many humane people.
I can say I am better than many people who stayed in Burma, learned to get on and survived and got rich.
I am more broad minded.
I try not to make snap judgements about people.
I don't measure by the $ income rod.
--
In the 1980s, in Philadelphia, "there were already religion-based killings by fundamentalists?
one victim an Islamic scholar at Penn who was shot down in his home.
I remember my thesis supervisor telling me "I will never study Islam, these people are fanatics."
And he never did.
Some of the people mentioned in this piece, were Muslims, one Parsi, some Christians, some Hindus, and I have no idea what the religions of the others' were.
I never thought to ask, and I don't think religion is relevant.
It is just a crutch.
KMKaung
11-16-2015
Photos from Internet--first 3--Auschwitz
Crematorium and ovens for human remains at Majdanek, both concentration camps in Poland.
I have been to both places.
Please read it, it is good.
I have only so far read 2 or 3 profiles of the victims, and one was an architect who was a Muslim and had done a thesis on Mecca pilgrimages--so--it is sad to say this, but it is really "equal opportunity carnage" and most of the victims were in the prime of life, highly educated and with income levels to match.
It is so sad, and really, more needs to be done on the poor disenfranchised areas of (European) cities--
when I was at Penn, the director of the Christian Center told me how they regularly used to have to rescue freshmen (freshers) who were lonely in college and ended up joining cults and giving up their passports.
They had to be de-brainwashed, she told me.
This was a lovely woman who had adopted a black child and became a pastor herself, because she said, "In the (American) Midwest, I could only be a pastor's wife, not a pastor myself."
She went on to get a Ph.D. in Theology.
I am afraid "religion" for some is becoming a kind of murderers' club--in the name of religion.
An Eritrean artist I interviewed said, "People like ritual because it gives them structure and identity and they can do things by rote" (according to "the law").
I hate to say it, but my late friend Y became more religious and rule-bound in the West, whereas at home mutual friends said she could and did sit with Chinese friends who were eating pork at the same table.
I only wish the "must" in her, as in "I must stay registered in the best business school in the world" had been less strong in her.
As Zarine our Parsi friend from Bombay said, "How many universities do you think there are in the USA? About 3 thousand."
And my transportation professor only advised I change departments, which I did, pulling a political scientist in to be my dissertation chairman.
--
This is by the way, but once when we were discussing our plight together ref. our papers, and our lawyer, she told me not to sit on her bed if I was menstruating, because then she would have to launder the whole thing.
The bed at that time was like Hans Christian Anderson's the Princess on a Pea.
Not only a sheet and top sheet, certainly, but also a thick quilted counterpane.
I obediently sat on a chair.
--
In Bali, another friend was shocked because a temple said, "Please do not come if if you have your monthly courses."
She asked "Why?"
I said, "Well, we are Buddhists, but Hinduism is older--"
I knew from my friends in Boulder, probably one of the most liberal of US cities, that you cannot go to a Hindu puja if you are menstruating.
As I was not, I went with my new friend who allowed me to stay with her for 3 weeks before the dorm opened in Philadelphia. I felt really at home with all the Indian women. I felt at home in Hema's house, when I could hear in the morning her computer specialist husband praying.
I don't know what language it was, maybe Hindi, but I could tell it was a prayer.
She would tell her son, then about 11 at the time, "Put the ham away,--is coming." I did not understand until she and the mutual friend said, they could not eat meat. G. brushed her teeth when she accidentally bit into a meat flavored potato chip--
-- And there were more racist incidents, or racist looks from an Egyptian man, when I was happily walking home through Powelton, talking with two black women friends, one an African American from the Virgin Islands who had been a Fulbright in India, and one an Ethiopian who had been arrested in Ethiopia and had been to Burma while working for an airline.
Molu told me of the bad condition in which Russian tenants left a house, peeing in the fireplace, and she said she read Solzhenitsyn's One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich, in an Ethiopian prison.
She reminded me of a wonderful and elegant Ethiopian Bruck Kebede, who my sister and I knew in Poland as a classmate, and the Nigerian, whose name I have forgotten, but who showed me the poem he had written on the bus when we came back from Auschwitcz/Oswiencim.
I tried to replicate some of the sentiments in one of my poems.
"And all this hair (in the warehouse in the concentration camp, only one left for display, but piled high to the roof--The Nazi's recycled the hair to weave upholstery cloth)
"And all this hair
was once on the head of some woman
who was once loved by some man--"
I can say that I have been many places, and met many humane people.
I can say I am better than many people who stayed in Burma, learned to get on and survived and got rich.
I am more broad minded.
I try not to make snap judgements about people.
I don't measure by the $ income rod.
--
In the 1980s, in Philadelphia, "there were already religion-based killings by fundamentalists?
one victim an Islamic scholar at Penn who was shot down in his home.
I remember my thesis supervisor telling me "I will never study Islam, these people are fanatics."
And he never did.
Some of the people mentioned in this piece, were Muslims, one Parsi, some Christians, some Hindus, and I have no idea what the religions of the others' were.
I never thought to ask, and I don't think religion is relevant.
It is just a crutch.
KMKaung
11-16-2015
I have been to both places.
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Paris attacks --analysis--KMKaung
4 hours ago ISIS claimed responsibility for the Paris attacks.
Gatwick Airport in UK was evacuated due to a package scare.
The statement from ISIS is in French--
I only ever had 4 months of basic French lessons in 1967 or so. No, 1962, as I remember U Chit Hlaing teaching on 7th July, and he was so rattled (because he knew in advance there would be shooting) that he spoke of his gods--"isms"
(of course he is a well known communist or socialist and author of Burmese Way to Socialism)
anyway, from what I can read--
ISIS doc is couched in very "religious" terms and uses the terminology of the Crusades, mentioning the Caliphate, and praising Allah.
It says 8? brothers targeted specially chosen target and spoke of France trembling in its shoes and says this will be only the first.
Scary, non?
It says something like these are places where French-----
anyway, the site that posted says an English translation will be out soon.
Vigils in cities all over the world and one attacker was identified by finger prints on corpse--known to French police, so maybe attacks partly home grown.
Commentary says this shows "an increase of capability" to carry out large scale attacks--statement says it is retaliation for Fr bombing of Syria.
Sad thing is Poland is already saying it is closing its borders to refugees, while we know that the refugees are victims of Asad and ISIS.
True some terrorists may sneak in (it is a known fact that many Nazis got in, and there are LOTS of Burmese junta sympathizers new and old--among them Col CM)
but--
it is truly wrong to target real refugees who have nowhere else to go, and it is unlikely a refugee will take up arms (at least not immediately) and shoot at country that gave them refuge.
As my pol sci prof the late Henry Teune used to say (of people power) "they can't even stand up."
Well, I bid you Peace and pl remember, the Paris attackers were not also the Rohingya of Burma, forced out to sea or held to fester in internal concentration camps (progroms) by the regime.
That is why I wish you all to read and why Ma Ba Tha the "buddhist" extremist group is so dangerous in Burma.
kmk
11-14-2015
Terrible Friday the 13th in Paris--
Well, I am going to sleep.
The death toll is sure to mount as some of the wounded, 60 said to be severely wounded, may not pull through.
All governments and medical personnel and hospitals should do contingency planning for this sort of thing.
The death toll is sure to mount as some of the wounded, 60 said to be severely wounded, may not pull through.
All governments and medical personnel and hospitals should do contingency planning for this sort of thing.
In Paris, the help and the troops came pretty fast, but still a lot of people can be shot in 15 minutes.
I was going to say that since 5? of the attackers blew themselves up with suicide belts, there may not be remains (of the attackers) for much identification.
But I expect some group will start to claim responsibility.
I must say that I found The Guardian live blog to be the fasted and best informed.
Let's just be calm and see what tomorrow brings.
If you are in France, consider donating blood.
best
kmk
11-14-2015
I was going to say that since 5? of the attackers blew themselves up with suicide belts, there may not be remains (of the attackers) for much identification.
But I expect some group will start to claim responsibility.
I must say that I found The Guardian live blog to be the fasted and best informed.
Let's just be calm and see what tomorrow brings.
If you are in France, consider donating blood.
best
kmk
11-14-2015
Friday the 13th Nov turned out to be TERRIBLE--
here from a live tweet from the Guardian:
The paramedics had arrived and were tending to people. We saw dead bodies and saw people – I saw a guy who had been shot in the stomach. It was horrendous. There was blood everywhere. And the one thing that struck me was about the blood in the movies and the blood in real life. In real life it is thick.
here from a live tweet from the Guardian:
The paramedics had arrived and were tending to people. We saw dead bodies and saw people – I saw a guy who had been shot in the stomach. It was horrendous. There was blood everywhere. And the one thing that struck me was about the blood in the movies and the blood in real life. In real life it is thick.
We took a circular stairs upstairs to the first floor of the cafe and up there were more witnesses and wounded people.
CNN: At least 149 people killed in Paris attacks - Story
At least 149 people were killed in attacks in Paris Friday night, according to CNN.
bit.ly/1SPqTkd|By Nikki Bowers
Paris attacks: At least 153 killed in gunfire and blasts, French officials say @CNN
At
least 153 people were killed in shootings, a hostage situation and
explosions in Paris and a nearby city late Friday, according to French
officials.
cnn.it/1lntS8r|By Steve Almasy, Pierre Meilhan and Jim Bittermann, CNN
I
am sorry if you are nauseated, shocked or repelled by these live
updates from major news sources, but I feel it is my duty to update you,
especially as most of my FB audience live inside Burma--
If it gets overwhelming, you can just log off of your device and go do whatever, but I have to keep going.
That's what I do in crisis situations and it never hurts to know what is happening.
If it gets overwhelming, you can just log off of your device and go do whatever, but I have to keep going.
That's what I do in crisis situations and it never hurts to know what is happening.
In a way it's become ingrained in me since 1988, and we only had radio then.
Then there was 2007, then there was hurricanes Rita and Sandy, then there was 2008 and Nargis cyclone, and so on.
And of course 9/11 in 2001, when we could see the Pentagon in flames from the rooftop of my building, and I had to sit with my neighbor whose stock broker boyfriend was not yet home, So I guess this is what I do.
I don't believe it wrong to be vigilant.
Long ago, in the 1990s there was a murder in my university building, and I was away visiting friends. I found out about it from watching TV.
Always keep your wits about you, teach children and yourself and other adults to play dead if you cannot escape immediately--
Then there was 2007, then there was hurricanes Rita and Sandy, then there was 2008 and Nargis cyclone, and so on.
And of course 9/11 in 2001, when we could see the Pentagon in flames from the rooftop of my building, and I had to sit with my neighbor whose stock broker boyfriend was not yet home, So I guess this is what I do.
I don't believe it wrong to be vigilant.
Long ago, in the 1990s there was a murder in my university building, and I was away visiting friends. I found out about it from watching TV.
Always keep your wits about you, teach children and yourself and other adults to play dead if you cannot escape immediately--
I
don't think people know if it is home grown or not yet--No one has yet
claimed responsibility. What is certain is that European countries are
more vulnerable as they are so close. I have not traveled
internationally since 2010, but I do know from a lot of travel 2002-2010
that security in Amsterdam and Munich are very tight, even for those of
us in transit. There is a lot of talk of French citizens who went to
Middle East and came back. If you remember many young people have been
recruited into the radical groups--these people had military training
like ones in the Mumbai hotel attack. That book describes in great
detail the combination of "religious indoctrination" and commando style
training that is chilling. Well, try to be safe wherever you are.
Friday, November 13, 2015
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Quote of the day--from my novel Wolf
Quote of the Day--
from my novel Wolf:
Father to Inn Inn, who does not want to put in enough see chett (cooked oil)
into the rice salad he is making.
"Pour it in, Inn Inn. There is no such thing as too much oil. Let us have abundance for this one day in our life."
It is 1988, and Mother has been preparing ingredients for the htamin let thoke for one week already, hiding the pounded dry shrimp from her son Mothi, who at this age (teenager, 16) eats voraciously.
KMKaung
11-11-2015
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Monday, November 09, 2015
A Rose Named Peace--
Hybrid offspring of rose hybrid Peace--see below.
Read, For Love of a Rose, about how it took 3 or 4 generations, in 3 families or more, to develop the rose Peace, and how war and Hitler intervened.
This book made me cry 3 or 4 times.
Read, For Love of a Rose, about how it took 3 or 4 generations, in 3 families or more, to develop the rose Peace, and how war and Hitler intervened.
This book made me cry 3 or 4 times.
A single cross pollination could produce 800 seedlings, of which only 5? might be interesting enough.
When the seedlings bloom, they are tested in test beds on several locations (climatic zones). Some sizzle out and regress.
Only then are they reproduced commercially.
France did not have a patent on flowers till post World War II, and for that Francis Meilland had to fight too.
What I want to say of for you who live in Burma, treasure your flowers and all your species.
Very soon none will exist any more.
If ever I come to Burma, I will try to come on a collecting trip with a botanical association.
Make cuttings for me know, and start them in pots please.
KMKaung
11-9-2015
When the seedlings bloom, they are tested in test beds on several locations (climatic zones). Some sizzle out and regress.
Only then are they reproduced commercially.
France did not have a patent on flowers till post World War II, and for that Francis Meilland had to fight too.
What I want to say of for you who live in Burma, treasure your flowers and all your species.
Very soon none will exist any more.
If ever I come to Burma, I will try to come on a collecting trip with a botanical association.
Make cuttings for me know, and start them in pots please.
KMKaung
11-9-2015
Sunday, November 08, 2015
Poem--This--by Kyi May Kaung--c.1994
This
By Kyi May Kaung
This
Is what he has done to us
Ruler across the water
Lord of head and hair.
I will make you remember
The few days of trauma
Even in your lifetimes
Of happiness, content.
The first time, walking over water
February, toes in slippers frozen
Eating vegetarian
Can’t even afford to read the paper.
The day the bomb fell
will reel backwards and forwards forever.
The dead people drowned
When the ferry sank
In the back of the truck
Their flesh water-logged
Trembling, like unset
Jelly.
You will never forget
The sound of the tanks
On main street midnight in December
Children’s voices singing
National anthem fading out, song and children
Dying.
That summer at the BBC, when
The shooting began,
Over there broadcast live
You broke down and cried
Your mouth suddenly started
Speaking your native tongue, not spoken
Thirty years. You
went crazy active
Hitting your typewriter
5 AM.
In the land of plenty
You will remember
Hunger, scarcity
Unable to throw away
Empty bottles plastic bags
Scraps of food, your refrigerator
Overflowing. If you
want to continue
Buying books, you must learn to throw out.
We live in an apartment.
When she first arrived
At age fifty, a mail order bride
She stockpiled a roomful of newspapers
Empty oil containers
Back there you can sell them
By the viss, even the American embassy people
Or their servants, did this.
Here after six months finally
We paid someone to take out the junk.
Well clothed in Saville Row suits
Armani blazers, silk scarves signed Picasso
You will stash cloth by the hundreds of meters
A fire hazard oozing, out of the ceiling
The closets already
Full.
Suitcases full of underpants, brassieres
Just calculate how long it’ll take you to wear them
Realistically speaking, you’ll probably die first.
All the bras are already too tight. You’ve put on weight
Don’t fit, like your hybrid culture.
I gave two suitcases full of stuff to the refugees.
I made a pact with myself not to look inside.
I’ve saved all my memories too
Carefully packed in tissue paper
All my sinews bind to you, whatever I taste is not the same
My best cutlery, linen, never used.
As for me all I own is back there
Here I live temporarily, in rented
Digs.
This is what he has done to us.
c. 1994
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