Could the Singaporean applicant not have protested
and thrust a poem of simple scenery instead?
Spot the ancient croc submerged in green,
bifocal periscope scanning for terrorist movement....
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« A little later, we might abandon cities altogether, scatter the rich grain of humanity across galaxies, those vast plains and endless glades where everyone would have a bungalow, swimming-pool, garden space. » —Alvin Pang, Real Estate
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The accessory, zipped up, Redacted, this could Keep soul, big stuff in the overhead Here... media_text
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After Darren Soh A great hand rises from the ground to sweep the insubstantial sand, gathering to a crown, an iron crown, the roots of homes. A fire chills the... media_text
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Alerted to it, we tried our damnedest not to notice it. A damp spot on the ceiling, growing in your shorts… one day, the bag dries up. The morning after the bones were picked, a mosquito’s obligato... media_text
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Food stall 1 Old bald man at market yong tau foo* store In between serving customers media_text
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here you are faceless bobs sea scented with iridescent oil as fin glistens before tell-tale lollipops media_text
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Careful: step out into the not-quite-street. It used to be a swamp, and sunk boar, pushed roots into the air, and stank, and free from old purposes still it tries to take you in.... media_text
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A poem written inspired by the Silk Princess, a Chinese wood panel painting from the 7th or 8th century. As the BBC's "A History of the World" describes the artifact: ... media_text
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Until the age of thirteen he lived with his grandparents and their daughter – his father's elder sister – and her husband and only son, in a tiny three-room apartment that no longer exists. Until the age of... media_text
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are easy to possess—the dim tunnel where trains flow, submerged halls fevered and dense, make it such that if we go barefoot we will touch high places, anyhow—or so they... media_text
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“Wealth … is the means by which we fulfill our desires.” Hence the cat’s languid stretch, its bullet spring,... media_text
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