causal variables for blog hits (not about this FB page)
depend on home country of blog--mine is USA based, so largest # from USA
language or primary language of the blog
subject matter
in summer or when weather is good, on weekends, blog hits dip.
In August onwards to Spring, blog hits rise.
Blog hits generally rise the more you post.
They peak when items of news "trend" such as Obama's visit to Burma--
I am posting this because so few readers/writers/journalists have any idea of dependent and independent variables, in anything, esp. in ecos.
That's why one shot theories are so prevalent.
Many people when talking to me will "boil down" inappropriately to one thing--
"Oh, he/she is just arrogant" sometimes this is true--
or they will try to "protect" the bad guy "Oh they say he (reporter) worked for ABSDF"
and so on -- "Oh, they gave him the job as he needs money" (the jerk boss who fired about a dozen of us over 20 years, and left the stupids)
"Oh, it must be U NW's karma" (when he was in power)
generally they endorse anyone in power.
If you win, it must be your karma from a previous life, not that
you are underhand devious cruel brutal manipulative evil and have guns and an army.
So that's my rant for today.
Have a good holiday, travel safe and stay warm--do not eat too much turkey, holiday sweets or drink too much.
Don't catch an STD.
kmk
11-20-2014
Burma, America, The World, Art, Literature, Political Economy through the eyes of a Permanent Exile. "We must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the oppressed. Sometimes we must interfere. . . There is so much injustice and suffering crying out for our attention . . . writers and poets, prisoners in so many lands governed by the left and by the right." Elie Wiesel, Nobel Peace Prize Speech, 1986, Oslo. This entire site copyright Kyi May Kaung unless indicated otherwise.
Thursday, November 20, 2014
How not to run a radio station--from my page--
How not to run a
radio station—
Below vinyl films for glass sun control, privacy and signs
etc. reminds me of Great Debate I had with jerk boss at radio from hell, DC.
who wanted everyone who passed by at office cubicles to pick up phone and
answer, on grounds news tips might be lost.
(Why no general # with an operator, his foreign asst girls like Ms
Mormon?)
So big bust honey treacle voice picked up phone when it rang
on desk of my neighbor to the R, and it was his wife calling. Served her right.
With respect to this (I almost said "dis") we
discussed at morning staff meeting--
I said, "This is an office, so we don't have privacy,
or maybe right to privacy"
next to me Big Bust had a big potted plant to partially hide
her big bottom--
(glad jerk did not give me that cubicle, he said saving it
for her)
me continuing, thinking of transparent doors Dr E told me
abt, after one of Profs charged with sex abuse at work--
"That's why we have half glass cubicles, but we also
need some privacy (to do our work and interviews)--so if you notice the glass
does not go all the way up--"
(except in jerk boss' big cubicle.)
Of course Jerk and Co hated this and "passed" the
law anyway, saying shit shit shit -- "is not a democracy"--
until they could not keep up with their own orders and
forgot it, or maybe someone told them it is not OK.
In 1999, making up my tribute program about Dr Michael Aris
(Daw S's husband) in a mini studio behind locked doors (I threw the bolt) glass
doors,
I got a crank call--now who would have phone # of mini
studio--think it was big bust --anyway, it was a honey voice saying hello
hello--I slammed the phone down and finished calling my dozen or so
interviewees-
a week earlier flat head snake fish told me "We don't
do obituaries." That was when Dr
Aris was on his deathbed but had not died yet.
So--I do hope they get fried some day just like snake fish.
And make the oil hot and make the fish smoke and get crisped
and crunchy.
Note: Many BSPP
style, SLORC SPDC style "orders" like that in that place.
KMKaung
11-20-2014
If it is true it is not libel.
Portfolios of Hot Air.
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Christmas gift list--novellas and short stories from me--K.M.Kaung
Christmas gift list--one, albeit in my own dark style, No Crib for a Bed, is actually a combination of 3 Holiday stories--the dark to bring out the light.
About the author:
K.M.Kaung started writing fiction as a teenager in Burma.
She comes from a family of story tellers in Myingyan in Upper Burma. Her paternal grandmother May May Gyi, saw the last king of Burma - Thibaw, taken away on a steamboat on the Irrawaddy River by the British in 1886.
Kyi May Kaung's father U Kaung was named after the King's first envoy to the West, Kinwun Mingyi U Kaung.
Her father was a well known educationist and the first chairman of the Burma Historical Commission.
As a child Kyi May was privileged to have noted scholars and artists come to visit the house.
Dr. Kaung holds a doctorate in Political Economy from the University of Pennsylvania.
Her work has been previously published in anthologies and literary journals, and she has read widely in universities and bookstores in N. America and Southeast Asia. From 1997-2001 she had a poetry and political commentary program on air, broadcast to Burma/Myanmar. Edward Albee praised her two act play, Shaman, and she has won Pew, Fulbright and Pennsylvania Council on the Arts grants.
This is her first CreateSpace publication.
Upcoming are a full length novel Wolf, and a novella, The Rider of Crocodiles.
You may find her on her blog
http://kyimaykaung.blogspot.com
on Facebook
www.facebook.com/kyi.m.kaung
and at Kyi Kaung@kyikaung on Twitter.
Her web site is
www.kmkaung.com
She divides her time between N. America, travel in Asia and on cyberspace. Links to my recent publications of novellas and short stories.
1. Originally published in Wild River Review on line, The Lovers is the story of a ballet dancer from Chile, who has to leave her native land for political reasons, and emigrate to Philadelphia, in America.
Burmese-born author Kyi May Kaung lived many years in West Philadelphia while pursuing her doctorate in Political Science.
The Lovers has vivid local color while traversing the uneasy life of political asylees. The Lovers, print edition
https://www.createspace.com/4767856?ref=1147694&utm_id=6026
The Lovers, Kindle edition
http://www.amazon.com/The-Lovers-Novellas-K-M-Kaung-Kaung-ebook/dp/B00JX8NZRU
2. Black Rice is a Burmese man with very dark skin, almost purple, and almond eyes. What happens when he is captured in an ambush in Burma's delta in 1947, as ethnic strife rages, a year before Burma's Independence from Great Britain? Find out here as K.M. Kaung takes you on a heart stopping journey through life. An intensely flavored pill of a story in 48 pages. A view through oddly made eyes.
"You've got to be taught, to hate and fear, you've got to be taught, from year to year. . . ."
Song lyrics, Rogers and Hammerstein, South Pacific, the Broadway musical.
Black Rice, print edition
https://www.createspace.com/4232789?ref=1147694&utm_id=6026
Black Rice, Kindle Edition
http://www.amazon.com/Black-Rice-Novella-K-Kaung/dp/0615797520
3. The Rider of Crocodiles
Dr. Kaung was traveling in Thailand when a colleague told her his great great grandfather was not killed in Ayuthia in 1767 when the Burmese invaded, as he knew how to ride crocodiles.
https://www.createspace.com/4738699?ref=1147694&utm_id=6026
print edition
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KZ6W8I6
Kindle edition
--
4. Dancing like a Peacock and Koel Bird
My two stories, Dancing like a Peacock and Koel Bird are also available on Create Space, print edition. Published by Words Sounds and Images--
A seven year old girl is sent off across the border to earn a living and send money home to Burma. A computer expert finds--
https://www.createspace.com/pub/simplesitesearch.search.do?sitesearch_query=K+Kaung+dancing+like+a+peacock&sitesearch_type=STORE
My short story collection-
Dancing like a Peacock & Koel Bird, also includes Little Transparent Fetus Buddha.
Print (soft cover) + Kindle editions
http://www.amazon.com/Dancing-Peacock-Bird-Border-Stories-ebook/dp/B00JWZSL3C
5. FGM—Kindle editionhttp://www.amazon.com/The-Awful-Rowing-Toward-God/dp/0395203651
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KJ3FUOE
FGM: A Story about the Mutilation of Women.
Dr. Aset, a trained gynecologist with several post graduate American degrees, lets herself be drawn into an inappropriate
relationship.
My novella FGM is now available on Kindle--http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KJ3FUOE
there is also a print edition on the CreateSpace/Amazon store.
https://www.createspace.com/4738586
6. Dealing with death and old age in the USA as immigrants--
No Crib for a Bed and Other Stories, Kindle Edition
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00JW2ZD40
No Crib for a Bed, print edition
https://www.createspace.com/4768879?ref=1147694&utm_id=6026
About the author:
K.M.Kaung started writing fiction as a teenager in Burma.
She comes from a family of story tellers in Myingyan in Upper Burma. Her paternal grandmother May May Gyi, saw the last king of Burma - Thibaw, taken away on a steamboat on the Irrawaddy River by the British in 1886.
Kyi May Kaung's father U Kaung was named after the King's first envoy to the West, Kinwun Mingyi U Kaung.
Her father was a well known educationist and the first chairman of the Burma Historical Commission.
As a child Kyi May was privileged to have noted scholars and artists come to visit the house.
Dr. Kaung holds a doctorate in Political Economy from the University of Pennsylvania.
Her work has been previously published in anthologies and literary journals, and she has read widely in universities and bookstores in N. America and Southeast Asia. From 1997-2001 she had a poetry and political commentary program on air, broadcast to Burma/Myanmar. Edward Albee praised her two act play, Shaman, and she has won Pew, Fulbright and Pennsylvania Council on the Arts grants.
This is her first CreateSpace publication.
Upcoming are a full length novel Wolf, and a novella, The Rider of Crocodiles.
You may find her on her blog
http://kyimaykaung.blogspot.com
on Facebook
www.facebook.com/kyi.m.kaung
and at Kyi Kaung@kyikaung on Twitter.
Her web site is
www.kmkaung.com
She divides her time between N. America, travel in Asia and on cyberspace. Links to my recent publications of novellas and short stories.
1. Originally published in Wild River Review on line, The Lovers is the story of a ballet dancer from Chile, who has to leave her native land for political reasons, and emigrate to Philadelphia, in America.
Burmese-born author Kyi May Kaung lived many years in West Philadelphia while pursuing her doctorate in Political Science.
The Lovers has vivid local color while traversing the uneasy life of political asylees. The Lovers, print edition
https://www.createspace.com/4767856?ref=1147694&utm_id=6026
The Lovers, Kindle edition
http://www.amazon.com/The-Lovers-Novellas-K-M-Kaung-Kaung-ebook/dp/B00JX8NZRU
2. Black Rice is a Burmese man with very dark skin, almost purple, and almond eyes. What happens when he is captured in an ambush in Burma's delta in 1947, as ethnic strife rages, a year before Burma's Independence from Great Britain? Find out here as K.M. Kaung takes you on a heart stopping journey through life. An intensely flavored pill of a story in 48 pages. A view through oddly made eyes.
"You've got to be taught, to hate and fear, you've got to be taught, from year to year. . . ."
Song lyrics, Rogers and Hammerstein, South Pacific, the Broadway musical.
Black Rice, print edition
https://www.createspace.com/4232789?ref=1147694&utm_id=6026
Black Rice, Kindle Edition
http://www.amazon.com/Black-Rice-Novella-K-Kaung/dp/0615797520
3. The Rider of Crocodiles
Dr. Kaung was traveling in Thailand when a colleague told her his great great grandfather was not killed in Ayuthia in 1767 when the Burmese invaded, as he knew how to ride crocodiles.
https://www.createspace.com/4738699?ref=1147694&utm_id=6026
print edition
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KZ6W8I6
Kindle edition
--
4. Dancing like a Peacock and Koel Bird
My two stories, Dancing like a Peacock and Koel Bird are also available on Create Space, print edition. Published by Words Sounds and Images--
A seven year old girl is sent off across the border to earn a living and send money home to Burma. A computer expert finds--
https://www.createspace.com/pub/simplesitesearch.search.do?sitesearch_query=K+Kaung+dancing+like+a+peacock&sitesearch_type=STORE
My short story collection-
Dancing like a Peacock & Koel Bird, also includes Little Transparent Fetus Buddha.
Print (soft cover) + Kindle editions
http://www.amazon.com/Dancing-Peacock-Bird-Border-Stories-ebook/dp/B00JWZSL3C
5. FGM—Kindle editionhttp://www.amazon.com/The-Awful-Rowing-Toward-God/dp/0395203651
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KJ3FUOE
FGM: A Story about the Mutilation of Women.
Dr. Aset, a trained gynecologist with several post graduate American degrees, lets herself be drawn into an inappropriate
relationship.
My novella FGM is now available on Kindle--http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KJ3FUOE
there is also a print edition on the CreateSpace/Amazon store.
https://www.createspace.com/4738586
6. Dealing with death and old age in the USA as immigrants--
No Crib for a Bed and Other Stories, Kindle Edition
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00JW2ZD40
No Crib for a Bed, print edition
https://www.createspace.com/4768879?ref=1147694&utm_id=6026
New Wave Burmese Painting--by Kyi May Kaung (Ph.D.)--some ideas
Do this informal art course with me--most gallery owners
dealing in Burmese art don't know what they are looking at, and so do not
"sell" the art well--or put on good exhibits.
It is necessary to talk the talk as well as walk the walk.
For instance, exhibits based on nationality of painters are
worse than useless--
though there is a case for marketing "Burmese art"
as Burmese art--
but that leaves out painters like me who are based overseas.
In my mind, whatever the commercial success, it is better to
market in the long run as Burmese Rennaissance Painters or something like that.
Right now no good label.
Reformist Painters
Burmese Spring Painters
Neo-traditionalists
Neo classical painters.
I would like for Sonny N, Min Wae Aung, Tin Win, Zaw Win Pe,
Nay Myo Say to mull on this and talk to important gallery owners about these
aspects of labeling and branding, very impt these days.
Soviet or Russian art and Chinese art are very marketable
right now.
KMKaung
11-17-2014
Reyard's excellent and encyclopedic book on Burmese painters
does not cover new wave--New Wave Burmese Painting might be a good name--
--he does not try to define or describe schools or styles of
painting, only goes painter by painter--
that leaves out the economies of scale and the critical
mass/labeling aspects of selling art.
KMKaung
11-18-2014
FB
A very exp book but professional Burmese painters &
gallery owners/managers should get it and keep for ref.
http://www.amazon.com/Burmese-Painting-Linear-Lateral-History/dp/974951176X
I read it in 2 days while packing to come home.
Worth it.
Kaung FB 11-18-2014
Monday, November 17, 2014
Would hate to be a woman in Burma--by Kyi May Kaung
I don't think anyone has done a comprehensive survey of women's health in Burma.
How about a survey of Burmese so-called hospitals.
All the anecdotal evidence I have have ever heard or gleaned from reading news articles is--
1. I would hate to be a woman in Burma, any locality, any age, even a wealthy but ignorant crony woman.
2. I would hate to be a man in Burma.
3. I would hate to be a child or adolescent in Burma.
4. I'd hate to be an animal or plant in Burma.
would being a dictator or a monk in Burma be good--don't think so either.
I would not even like to be a Buddha statue in Burma.
All those people who write nostalgic idealistic stories are all wrong.
Maybe it would be good to be a rat in Burma during the bamboo bloom period.
--
Copyright Kyi May Kaung
11-17-2014
also posted on Facebook
How about a survey of Burmese so-called hospitals.
All the anecdotal evidence I have have ever heard or gleaned from reading news articles is--
1. I would hate to be a woman in Burma, any locality, any age, even a wealthy but ignorant crony woman.
2. I would hate to be a man in Burma.
3. I would hate to be a child or adolescent in Burma.
4. I'd hate to be an animal or plant in Burma.
would being a dictator or a monk in Burma be good--don't think so either.
I would not even like to be a Buddha statue in Burma.
All those people who write nostalgic idealistic stories are all wrong.
Maybe it would be good to be a rat in Burma during the bamboo bloom period.
--
Copyright Kyi May Kaung
11-17-2014
also posted on Facebook
Excerpt from my memoir--Middle Daughter--Messing in the Head--
I am sure there are plenty of husbands/men who don't understand fiction.
Mine did not and wanted to tell me what to think and whom to think about.
As in "You can think about your father as much as you want."
I think that is akin to dictatorship, telling people what to think.
It's called mind games, like messing with someone's memory or hypnosis. It is just done obliquely and over years in a "legitimate" setting, like marriage, socially sanctioned.
I just saw it done by one controlling wife right in front of me.
"Oh no, he did not visit us."
I pointed out exactly when he did and details and dates. I said, "How could you forget that?"
Then the woman piped down and looked guilty.
I think of all the messing men and women do, messing or trying to mess in your head is the worse.
Best to resist it.
Sometimes it is combined with physical and emotional or mental abuse.
I am glad I and most of my friends were trained in rigorous environments like ecos.
or politics.
Even if we had no psychiatry or psychology in Burma and NW stopped anthropology, yet we did have the examples of some good mentors, and the behavior of some awful professors to look at and analyze among ourselves.
And as women we had ongoing conversations that spanned decades.
My own conversation with my dearly loved aunt went on for years.
It continued till the month before she was hospitalized and died suddenly.
At that last meeting, she made sure to tell me what Uncle had told her before he died (about a dozen years or more before that)--
she said, "Uncle said you were right about leaving the marriage."
And I told her some things about the extended family's properties in Moulmein.
She said, "(Did Uncle Dog) give you all the money from the sale of the house (one of Grandmother's) then."
I said, "No, he did not. He was shin shinn bair"--clear, he would keep the money for the young children of his second family.
I said, "Mother. She didn't go herself, but she sent me and --"
I said, "I stopped when I saw he was so sick."
As I said this, I suddenly realized Aunty was in the same moment of having difficulty breathing due to a failing heart, so I stopped right there.
I pretended I needed a glass of water, and I went into the pantry in notoriously hot Bangkok, and I did open the tap and get a glass of water.
I found my cousin H sitting by the oven. I thought she was waiting and baking a cake like me, so she would not forget with no timer.
I said, I thought you went upstairs.
Hla (not her real name) said "I have to hide, otherwise she won't talk."
I am glad we were talking about me and the distant past, and I did not say anything hurtful.
--Even my mother was good about these things.
When she was dying of cancer, I sent a message through a friend. It was very difficult and expensive to contact Burma in those days.
I did call but my mother could not hear on the phone, so everything had to be relayed over there through --Ko--my husband.
So I asked the friend to pl go and tell her, I was sorry I could not make the marriage she arranged for me work.
I know she meant well.
About a few weeks later, my friend left Rangoon again and relayed a message to me via email.
--You did nothing wrong. There is nothing to apologize about.
I feel that at least that gave me some closure.
From my memoir Middle Daughter.
Copyright Kyi May Kaung
11-17-2014
Mine did not and wanted to tell me what to think and whom to think about.
As in "You can think about your father as much as you want."
I think that is akin to dictatorship, telling people what to think.
It's called mind games, like messing with someone's memory or hypnosis. It is just done obliquely and over years in a "legitimate" setting, like marriage, socially sanctioned.
I just saw it done by one controlling wife right in front of me.
"Oh no, he did not visit us."
I pointed out exactly when he did and details and dates. I said, "How could you forget that?"
Then the woman piped down and looked guilty.
I think of all the messing men and women do, messing or trying to mess in your head is the worse.
Best to resist it.
Sometimes it is combined with physical and emotional or mental abuse.
I am glad I and most of my friends were trained in rigorous environments like ecos.
or politics.
Even if we had no psychiatry or psychology in Burma and NW stopped anthropology, yet we did have the examples of some good mentors, and the behavior of some awful professors to look at and analyze among ourselves.
And as women we had ongoing conversations that spanned decades.
My own conversation with my dearly loved aunt went on for years.
It continued till the month before she was hospitalized and died suddenly.
At that last meeting, she made sure to tell me what Uncle had told her before he died (about a dozen years or more before that)--
she said, "Uncle said you were right about leaving the marriage."
And I told her some things about the extended family's properties in Moulmein.
She said, "(Did Uncle Dog) give you all the money from the sale of the house (one of Grandmother's) then."
I said, "No, he did not. He was shin shinn bair"--clear, he would keep the money for the young children of his second family.
I said, "Mother. She didn't go herself, but she sent me and --"
I said, "I stopped when I saw he was so sick."
As I said this, I suddenly realized Aunty was in the same moment of having difficulty breathing due to a failing heart, so I stopped right there.
I pretended I needed a glass of water, and I went into the pantry in notoriously hot Bangkok, and I did open the tap and get a glass of water.
I found my cousin H sitting by the oven. I thought she was waiting and baking a cake like me, so she would not forget with no timer.
I said, I thought you went upstairs.
Hla (not her real name) said "I have to hide, otherwise she won't talk."
I am glad we were talking about me and the distant past, and I did not say anything hurtful.
--Even my mother was good about these things.
When she was dying of cancer, I sent a message through a friend. It was very difficult and expensive to contact Burma in those days.
I did call but my mother could not hear on the phone, so everything had to be relayed over there through --Ko--my husband.
So I asked the friend to pl go and tell her, I was sorry I could not make the marriage she arranged for me work.
I know she meant well.
About a few weeks later, my friend left Rangoon again and relayed a message to me via email.
--You did nothing wrong. There is nothing to apologize about.
I feel that at least that gave me some closure.
From my memoir Middle Daughter.
Copyright Kyi May Kaung
11-17-2014
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Robin Gibb's funeral and his Titanic Requiem, from 2012
Special post--a true artist and man of class--
Robin Gibbs' funeral and his Titanic Requiem--
from 2012.
https://www.google.com/?gws_rd=ssl#q=robin+gibb%27s+funeral+youtube
Robin Gibbs' funeral and his Titanic Requiem--
from 2012.
https://www.google.com/?gws_rd=ssl#q=robin+gibb%27s+funeral+youtube
Friday, November 14, 2014
From John Nesbit--British Rule in Burma and Before, p 42
Though I was able to add this book--John Nesbit--British Rule in Burma and Before, free to my e book library, it is very laborious to copy, but I did wish to share this--from abt p 42.
responsible Ministers into the hands of the violent and reckless party headed by the Taingda Mingyi. On the night of the 15th February, 1879, the jail to the west of the main palace buildings was cleared for the reception of the political prisoners, and a large hole was dug in the jail precincts. The massacre was begun on that night under the superintendence of the personal fol lowers of the King, and was continued on the following nights, the executioners being the worst among certain ruffians who had just been released from the jail in order to prepare it for being the scene of this crime. Excited with drink, they killed their victims with bludgeons, and strangled with their hands those who still had strength left to utter cries. The bodies of the women and children were thrown into the pit prepared in the jail, while on the following night eight cartloads of the corpses of the Princes were removed from the city by the western gate, and thrown into the Irrawaddy, according to custom. The massacre was continued . . .
responsible Ministers into the hands of the violent and reckless party headed by the Taingda Mingyi. On the night of the 15th February, 1879, the jail to the west of the main palace buildings was cleared for the reception of the political prisoners, and a large hole was dug in the jail precincts. The massacre was begun on that night under the superintendence of the personal fol lowers of the King, and was continued on the following nights, the executioners being the worst among certain ruffians who had just been released from the jail in order to prepare it for being the scene of this crime. Excited with drink, they killed their victims with bludgeons, and strangled with their hands those who still had strength left to utter cries. The bodies of the women and children were thrown into the pit prepared in the jail, while on the following night eight cartloads of the corpses of the Princes were removed from the city by the western gate, and thrown into the Irrawaddy, according to custom. The massacre was continued . . .
Thursday, November 13, 2014
cartoon -- why Burmese reforms fail
pl go ahead--I don't know the way
then I will go ahead--I am not yr nauk like follower
then let's walk abreast?
Do you think you and I are at the same level?
Why B reforms fail--
bwa ha ha--
ျမန္မာျပည္မွာ
then I will go ahead--I am not yr nauk like follower
then let's walk abreast?
Do you think you and I are at the same level?
Why B reforms fail--
bwa ha ha--
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Our future lies in Groups--
Important
book that all Burmese should read--our future is in democracy and that
means special interest GROUPS--it does not mean an alt non-profit empire
sycophanting to the junta--
http://www.amazon.com/…/06…/ref=dra_a_cs_mr_hn_it_P3062_100…
http://www.amazon.com/…/06…/ref=dra_a_cs_mr_hn_it_P3062_100…
Dannie Abse--poet who in 1994 awarded me the Willam Carlos Williams Prize of the Academy of American Poets, through Penn English Dept, has died-- aged 91.
Dannie Abse--poet who in 1994 awarded me the Willam Carlos
Williams Prize of the Academy of American Poets, through Penn English Dept, has
just died-- aged 91.
I did not know him, or even of him, other than that he was
the judge the year I submitted 5 of my first poems and left them in a tray in
the English Department in Bennett Hall.
My student health counselor suggested it.
Now I know Abse was a chest specialist and a medical doctor,
just like William Carlos Williams himself, and novelists Somerset Maugham and
John Grishum? among others.
RIP and thank you for liking those first 5 poems of mine.
I wish I had contacted you and told you that a lot of my
poetry has been published, in Rattapallax, Poet Lore, Meridian Anthology, The
Nn VA Review, CrossConnect, Truthout, Foreign Policy in Focus, Wild River
Review, Amnesty International and Norton's Language for a New Century.
I have done more than a dozen poetry readings
internationally,
in Canada, Bali, Chiangmai, Ann Arbor Michigan, UCLA, with
Free Burma Coalition, DC Poets Against the War.
I had 2 weekly poetry programs on air Poems of Those who
Love Their Country and Garland of Poems (with Thein Htike Oo, alternated weeks)
1997-2001 broadcast to Burma and have two poetry chapbooks
Pelted with Petals:
The Burmese Poems and Tibetan Tanka--and I am still writing poetry and
have hundreds of uncollected poems.
Thank you for spotting me so early.
Kyi May Kaung11-11-2014
http://kyimaykaung.blogspot.com
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to hear you won a prize for poetry - belated congratulations
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Kyi
May Kaung
Thank
you both.
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Oh
no. I used to read and recite his poetry as a schoolgirl in London. RIP
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kmk
Really?
I did not know he and you are from UK.
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Kmk
What an honor to have had him like my poetry.
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