Onjana
Yawnghwe
Onjana Yawnghwe grew up in Thailand and in Vancouver, Canada. She has been published in various literary journals and appeared in the Canadian poets anthology, emerge. She is the co-founder and editor of the little literary journal Xerography, and was the book designer for the chapbook Ghost Works by Alison Calder and Jeanette Lynes (JackPine Press). She is a collector of envelopes and is learning the ukulele.
Vancouver City Map "A child has much to learn before it can pretend." -Ludwig Wittgenstein
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the city is articulated with handrawn heart and bent shoe
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George and Simon had a grand ol’ time whistling on ships and powdering their wigs a little blind to some people who were already there “the town lacked refinement, but it was certainly lively”
In 1886 the city was named. Three months later, it burned down.
Thus began a history of ugly incidents.
* when you are in such a place you are likely to lose your way
One must be careful not to enter territory that one is unaccustomed to, lest you haphazardly intrude on an imagination that wants to remain private.
2 of mirrored high-rises mountains nudging the city to the sea
glass and metal: the dark sky of rain
impartial, never the streets umbrellas point up
what little tigers stalk the faces of
3 /coffee is always hot / words strange in your mouth/
point to the ‘place of articulation’
word is the code for the thing we have a code for the code:
you hesitate to name the heart
4 when looking at a map position is important
align yourself to a particular landmark, become extension to the city in which you are lost
prepositions are less important, whether you are on or in some place
near a historical building you might find an immovable map, itself a statue
and strangely, as in a Borges story you meet yourself through plexiglass:
discover the ideolocator—an arrow, a dot—
saying “You are
here.”
In that country years ago we’d taken a picture of you grinning with cigar, cowboy hat and groucho moustache
amidst the heat and drunken flowers of that day you held the future close like stones.
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Your passport expired years ago.
This game is a game of exhaustion
a dizzying game, with no end in sight.
The game requires every player's full participation.
The rules must be agreed upon by the players.
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