Hey Chickenwing,

1.The problem that associates is not particularly with the actual terms, rather, the mind behind the words.

I can say I know you in person, somehow, that you are not lacking the knowledge of such. You read books, you study poems.

Still, you don't seem have to have that calm temperament.

2.I often wonder whether those people are by nature of themselves, kids, young and rather one-sided wishful thinkers.

But then it seems to be that even one can write poems or poetic prose like these, there's no definite connection with the maintenance of a marriage.

Often they are kind of soapy and self-centered. If you do study some private life of theirs, well, most poets are no great persons to live with.

3.It's more about whether you can be sensible most of the time when you have to, and sensible in this sense runs no contrary to writing poems.

Somehow the pliable minds, when reading poems like these, would fall into sentimentalism and self-centered-ness, into their own imagined sorrow and fantasy, that whatever their story is, they are the one and only main character.

4. Maybe it's kind of weird and soapy, self-centered again, to say it here, but then these days I intentionally sink myself in loneliness, hoping it would eventually become solitude.

By confronting this remoteness feeling face-to-face, one would develop some sensibility to resist such downward-spiral temperament. He then would really be a master of his poems, for he is not governed by emotions to create poems, but well enough to utilise and recollect moments to write poems.

5.Recalling the places in Europe where people are scarce, places are board. One would have time to treasure feelings and emotions, then poems and prose come naturally as fruits.

Unlike Hong Kong where the background tends to blur and distort the real meaning of poems of such, and degrade it into some sentimental cover that makes us unable to see ourselves.

I do hope we can have for time blow water later on, after my clumsy studies accomplished. =]

Yours,
Andrew