Author: Desmond Zhicheng-Mingde Kon

Cites

• Louis Armand (1)
  • IN: Phat Planet Cometh (2015) Fiction, poetry, Singaporean
    EPIGRAPH: Already, apparitions of distance reveal the end of the line - vertical and pin-point luminous as conducting rods and storm fronts ranging west to east
    FROM: Realism. Four Preludes, (2009), Poem, France
• Paul Celan (2)
  • IN: Phat Planet Cometh (2015) Fiction, poetry, Singaporean
    EPIGRAPH: Shot forth, shot forth. Then - nights, unmixed, circles, green or blue, red squares: the world puts its innermost into play with the new hours. - Circles, red or black, bright squares, no flight shadows, no measuring board, no smoke soul rises and plays too.
    FROM: Stretto, (1959), Poem, France
  • IN: The Wrong/Wrung Side of Love (2015) Poetry, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: As I carry the ringshadow you carry the ring. something, used to heaviness, strains itself lifting us, infinite de-eternalizing you.
    FROM: Untitled, (1976), Poem, Romania
• Tristan Tzara (1)
  • IN: When Dada rewrote Koans (2012) Poetry, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: A priori, that is with eyes closed, Dada places before action and above all: Doubt. Dada doubts all. Dada's an awl. All is Dada. Watch out for Dada. Anti-Dadaism is a disease: self-kleptomania, the normal state of man is Dada. But the true dadas are against Dads.
    FROM: Dada Manifesto on Feeble Love and Bitter Love, (1920), Book, France/ Romania
• Dan Chiasson (1)
  • IN: The Wrong/Wrung Side of Love (2015) Poetry, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: When you held my fist between your two hands, I pretended to be subdued. But then I opened my fist easily and scattered your strength all over the bower.
    FROM: Love Song (Sycamores), (2005), Poem, US
• James Joyce (1)
  • IN: Babel via Negativa (2015) Poetry, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: And for ages men had gazed upward as he was gazingg at birds in flight... A sense of fear of the unknown moved in the heart of his weariness, a fear of symbols and portents, of the hawk-like man whose name he bore soaring out of his captivity on osier-woven wings, of Thoth, the god of writers, writing with a reed upon a tablet, and bearing on his narrow ibis head the cusped moon.
    FROM: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, (1916), Novel, Ireland
• Aristophanes (1)
  • IN: Babel via Negativa (2015) Poetry, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Stop it, youfool! Stop that roll call of the Birds! Are you utterly daft, man, inviting the Vultures and Eagles and suchlike to our feast? Or weren't you aware one single beak could tuck it all away? Clear out, and take your blasted ribands with you. So help me, I'll finish this sacrifice myself.
    FROM: The Birds, (-414), Play, Greece
• Thomas Merton (1)
  • IN: Babel via Negativa (2015) Poetry, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: The things about Zen is that it pushes contradictions to their ultimate limit where one has to choose between madness and innocence. And Zen suggests that we may be driving toward one or the other on a cosmic scale. Driving toward them, because, one way or the other, as madmen or innocents, we are already there.
    FROM: Zen and the Birds of Appetite, (1968), Book, US
• Orhan Pamuk (1)
  • IN: Thirty-seven Reasons Red is Rad and what you think (2016) Poetry, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: For if a lover's face survives emblazoned on your heart, the world is still your home.
    FROM: My Name is Red, (1998), Novel, Turkey
• Bill Blass (1)
  • IN: Thirty-seven Reasons Red is Rad and what you think (2016) Poetry, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: When in doubt, wear red.
    FROM: NULL, (None), Speech, US
• Allen Ginsberg (1)
  • IN: Sanctus Sanctus Dirgha Sanctus (2014) Poetry, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
    FROM: Howl, (1956), Poem, US
• Jacques Derrida (1)
  • IN: The Arbitrary Sign: The Most Misunderstood Alphabet Book in the World (2013) Poetry, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Here Freud and Heidegger I conjoin them within me like the two great ghosts of the "great epoch". The two surviving grandfathers. They did not know each other, but according to me they form a couple, and in fact just because of that, this singular anachrony. They are bound to each other without reading each other and without corresponding. I have often spoken to you about this situation, and it is this picture that I would like to describe in Le legs: two thinkers whose glances never ctossed and who, without ever receibing a word from one another, say the same. They are turned to the same side.
    FROM: The Post Card, (1980), Book, Algeria/France