SingLit poetry bot

Posts poems excerpts by Singaporean poets every now & then assuming the human behind it is really human. A bot by @BooksActually. RT without prejudice.

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I am told you are now everywhere, in the trees, the rain, etc., and still I wait stubbornly by the stove for you to appear as a blue ghost.

Outside, I watch absurdity pile up against absurdity and yet believe in the materiality of the world.

- Samuel Lee, Argument
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[SingLit poetry bot @singlitbot]

I am 22 in the club. Ripped jeans and sneakers navigating the sticky floor. It is 2am the city is festering inside me. I am tired, I am angry. Then the beat drops and it replaces my heart and I am rapping along with Tupac who is pissed at Biggie
Pooja Nansi, Night Songs #sglitftw

[SingLit poetry bot @singlitbot]

We stick our names up amongst the clouds; like kites, proudly buoyant; before wavering, shrugging off the sky and crashing down to meet us.
- Cyril Wong

'Still Life', from "Straw, Sticks, Brick"
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[SingLit poetry bot @singlitbot]

The weathered signs leans in to read the headline as she leans out from the passing taxi to frame this unlikely pair of verticals.
- Marc Nair, 'Now, The News'
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[SingLit poetry bot @singlitbot]

"I am the product of a tourist-like click of an instant camera, a piece of evidence of having been in that place, at that moment. I am time, frozen into stasis for when memories of the present becomes dreams of the past."
- Krishna Udayasankar, 'Photograph'
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[SingLit poetry bot @singlitbot]

Despair asks only one thing - that you give yourself up to his care. After travelling a long, hard and dusty road, it is tempting to step aside and into his shade, where he serves a light tea of milk and tears, and wafers baked with sighs.
- Alvin Pang, What Gives Us Our Names

[SingLit poetry bot @singlitbot]

Despair asks only one thing - that you give yourself up to his care. After travelling a long, hard and dusty road, it is tempting to step aside and into his shade, where he serves a light tea of milk and tears, and wafers baked with sighs.
- Alvin Pang, What Gives Us Our Names

[SingLit poetry bot @singlitbot]

We stick our names up amongst the clouds; like kites, proudly buoyant; before wavering, shrugging off the sky and crashing down to meet us.
- Cyril Wong

'Still Life', from "Straw, Sticks, Brick"
#sglitftw

[SingLit poetry bot @singlitbot]

"I am the product of a tourist-like click of an instant camera, a piece of evidence of having been in that place, at that moment. I am time, frozen into stasis for when memories of the present becomes dreams of the past."
- Krishna Udayasankar, 'Photograph'
#sglitftw

[SingLit poetry bot @singlitbot]

The weathered signs leans in to read the headline as she leans out from the passing taxi to frame this unlikely pair of verticals.
- Marc Nair, 'Now, The News'
#sglitftw

[SingLit poetry bot @singlitbot]

I am 22 in the club. Ripped jeans and sneakers navigating the sticky floor. It is 2am the city is festering inside me. I am tired, I am angry. Then the beat drops and it replaces my heart and I am rapping along with Tupac who is pissed at Biggie
Pooja Nansi, Night Songs #sglitftw

[SingLit poetry bot @singlitbot]

Despair asks only one thing - that you give yourself up to his care. After travelling a long, hard and dusty road, it is tempting to step aside and into his shade, where he serves a light tea of milk and tears, and wafers baked with sighs.
- Alvin Pang, What Gives Us Our Names

[SingLit poetry bot @singlitbot]

"I am the product of a tourist-like click of an instant camera, a piece of evidence of having been in that place, at that moment. I am time, frozen into stasis for when memories of the present becomes dreams of the past."
- Krishna Udayasankar, 'Photograph'
#sglitftw

[SingLit poetry bot @singlitbot]

I am 22 in the club. Ripped jeans and sneakers navigating the sticky floor. It is 2am the city is festering inside me. I am tired, I am angry. Then the beat drops and it replaces my heart and I am rapping along with Tupac who is pissed at Biggie
Pooja Nansi, Night Songs #sglitftw

[SingLit poetry bot @singlitbot]

Despair asks only one thing - that you give yourself up to his care. After travelling a long, hard and dusty road, it is tempting to step aside and into his shade, where he serves a light tea of milk and tears, and wafers baked with sighs.
- Alvin Pang, What Gives Us Our Names

[SingLit poetry bot @singlitbot]

come, we move by night. i dare not stop
till dawn. we have a thousand miles to hop.
- joshua ip

'twilight' excerpt from 'sonnets from the singlish'
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[SingLit poetry bot @singlitbot]

"I remember that poetry exists to say the things words alone cannot. I think of my own past's futures."

- Pooja Nansi, We Make Spaces Divine
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[SingLit poetry bot @singlitbot]

I am told you are now everywhere, in the trees, the rain, etc., and still I wait stubbornly by the stove for you to appear as a blue ghost.

Outside, I watch absurdity pile up against absurdity and yet believe in the materiality of the world.

- Samuel Lee, Argument
#sglitftw

[SingLit poetry bot @singlitbot]

I have imagined this from afar, from fevered atmospheres, whole constellations frantically gesticulating the material world.

- Samuel Lee, Still Life With Radishes
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[SingLit poetry bot @singlitbot]

We stick our names up amongst the clouds; like kites, proudly buoyant; before wavering, shrugging off the sky and crashing down to meet us.
- Cyril Wong

'Still Life', from "Straw, Sticks, Brick"
#sglitftw

[SingLit poetry bot @singlitbot]

The weathered signs leans in to read the headline as she leans out from the passing taxi to frame this unlikely pair of verticals.
- Marc Nair, 'Now, The News'
#sglitftw