Author: Eksentrika

POETRY | By Kevin Lau

Live for Today by artist Keat * For all that is was or will ever be now is all that you will ever see * For ever is in the now and now is in for-ever   Kevin Lau is a pseudo poet who delves into the art of what he calls ‘pseudo poetry’, almost-there-but-not-quite-there-yet poetry. Keat is a digital artist and designer who have been exploring computer graphics since 2005. Keat believes in the positive effects yoga and meditation can have towards oneself. Everything he does, from an idea, to action to creation, is just a reflection of his inner...

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OPINION | Art Battle- Why it is good to splash it all out by Stan C.H. Lee

Stan C.H Lee is a veteran illustrator, who took part in the first Art Battle Malaysia recently. But the experience was not a first for Stan, who has prior been in two art battles in Canada. Despite being known as  “sifu” (master) by many practising artists in the industry, Stan didn’t shy away from measuring up against young cikus. He shares with Eksentrika his personal take on duelling with paintbrushes… Art Battle is over. I got knocked out first round. This is not the first time I lost at Art Battle. The dust has hardly settled when a good friend asked...

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POETRY | Strangers by Aad

Image credit: Sukhbir Cheema Particular strangers, you’re no stranger to me Stranger, strange – you’re what I set out to see I’d beg from a stranger for a fraction of space for me, I am the refugee; I’d take from strangers the talk they would waste on me, short for uncertainty Not any stranger, but the most peculiar The most distant one I see is closest to me So I’ll keep you a stranger Not as a friend Since friends become strangers when our curiousness ends But not you, stranger, not you in particular Even if you’ve gone somewhere...

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POETRY | Living Will by Georgette Tan

Painting by Romanian artist, Saddo. image credit: theinspirationgrid.com When I die, take whatever still works. Dispose of the rest in a manner That is the kindest to the earth. Throw a big party that I won’t go to even if I were alive So you can stand around And say to each other, things about me That you won’t to say to my face. Don’t pray for my soul. The dead don’t care about Where your vehicle of grief is crashing. Twenty-one grams of maybes Will not fill an air bag. When I die, there will be no fighting Over...

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POETRY | Primogeniture by Deborah Wong

Behold the butterfly’s lips of swirling beanstalk, Contouring face, Entangling several huntress knots, a girl/this girl refused to commit the patriarchal system, leaving behind the delusion she’d suffered for long like a lovechild over lashes of grace; A dream that has appeared by the river bank, in the blanks, asking her to fill them There, she portrays with a vivid smile, unwrapping the last-ditch. She looks on as the salt water breeze’s feeding – upon her eyes, nose and unspoken lips, Edelweiss is the mouthpiece, she uses to whisper – of petals tarnished by daffodils, to represent her loyalty...

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july, 2017

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