Year: 2009

Sophea T. Amari

A moment of weakness

I’ve been in the hospital with my daughter for the last 2 days. A little surgery. Poor girl. She came out of the operating theatre yesterday evening, placed in the recovery room, her small little body wrapped in some kind of foil-like thing, which I later found out was some kind of hyperthermia blanket system …

Sophea T. Amari

Brylcreem

You got any hair gel I can borrow? he asks me. Wtf? I don’t use hair gel, I retort. You know that. My hair looks like shit, he says. OK fine, I’ll see what I can do. I shuffle to my Dad’s bathroom and find a still-full tub of Brylcreem hair gel, dandruff control. I …

Sophea T. Amari

Picking up Pablo

I had forgotten how much I enjoyed reading Pablo Neruda’s poetry. Today, I picked up “The Poetry of Pablo Neruda” once again. The last time I read it was on 13 August 2009, the night before my Daddy died. Sitting in the isolated room by his bedside, holding his swollen, yellowed hand as I read, …

Sophea T. Amari

At Ikea

Two days ago, I went to my favourite blue-and-yellow Swedish furniture giant store, Ikea. With my time at the firm coming to an end, I had some serious packing and clearing up to do. I wanted to buy some nice patterned boxes that I could re-use, and some scented candles. So I parked my car, …

Sophea T. Amari

Blizzard

Oh, let thy Psyche form one love Which Elysium hath ye known In deepest grass springs sweets of clove Hast thou, my dear heart, ever mown? Old ditties sung in humble essay Music’s warmth, oh, clear lucidity Wherein this maiden, unseen; she prays For eternal bliss, religion of alchemy. Tears of diamond, crystal drops Paleness …

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Assault

Awake from thy deep and restless sleep Darkness unveils her nightly hood in holy shrine Of laborious gloom and blood of keeps Exalted thy beauty, flesh of religion divine. Come one, come two, come phantoms of the night Howling, shrieking, assaulting thy senses Never more the eternal manifest of light Thy black soul shall never …

Sophea T. Amari

Quasi Una Fantasia

I say within myself- “And is it indeed true, that this angel of Heaven exists here, in this nether world- among us?” Then shalt one love subdue to insanity? Conceive what my heart has to say; A look from thine eyes into mine, a kiss from thee upon my lips, instructs me in all….. Conceive …

Sophea T. Amari

Dance

Dance on a metaphor In the bass of the moon Complete mercenary, you are the cherub of my heart. The pentagram lies within a circle The crucification of your own thoughts Are infirmities and contradictions. Dance on a sea serpent with its long tentacles No, its glittery scales gleam in the sun Like green glazed …