Triangulation or, didn’t shower - Chien Swee-Teng

Triangulation or, didn’t shower
There are many triadic systems to preach on weekdays:
Three kingdoms, index, symbol, icon - imaginary, symbolic and real…
‘but only opium from the Golden Triangle is real to help me distinguish it from reality’, ‘and time and me to disappear like planes and ships into the overrated mystery of Bermudas triangle’
and Lacan like Immanuel Kant only reminds them of the word cunt, I guess. Thinking of smoking break again.
Kannina… your hair is oily, you are smelling your hand after scratching your crotch.
I know there is another triangle there. I know you are good at geometry and the letter ‘A’.

Lan Chiao Plural South - Chien Swee Teng

moss shading the red brick wall of an old army camp green, not the ill-fitting uniforms… glad that you left.
Tropical diseases itch the East of my skin, stupid Bermudas, slippers and topless grins. You want to look tanned next to a golden hair, read nothing about sunshine and anus to explain the colour.
… opposite end of the digestive tract…
We shall not send ourselves there. We must re-educate the weather here - rehabilitate the climate… up North.

Family of Past Futures - Chien Swee-Teng

Father of Philippine Printmaking

Mother of Mexican Poetry

Children of Heidegger

Son of the Minister

Mock Human Meat - Chien Swee-Teng

Eat Dog Meat
Sing Bird Song

Ah... and horizontal lines and noise of metal shutter door

No Pork on Mondays