"domus" poems
Andrew Gn
Probably the most prolific Singaporean designer, Gn graduated from the renowned Saint Martins School of Art and Design in London and the Domus Academy in Milan before joining Emanuel Ungaro in 1992. He launched his namesake label in 1996, establishing a fan base among the Parisian high society and A-list celebrities such as Jessica de Rothschild and Sarah Jessica Parker for his luxurious fabrics and exquisite embellishments. Gn was awarded the President’s Design Award in 2007 and is stocked in all the major continents, with his atelier based in the Le Marais district in Paris.
Ashley Isham
The other Singaporean high fashion designer to hit big time in the international circuit, Isham established his namesake label in London in 2000, and is a show fixture at London Fashion Week. The label is known for its sharp, contemporary tailoring and high-octane glamour, and is a hit among film, TV and music stars as well as British royalty.
Aijek
Self-taught designer Danelle Woo creates easy-breezy, ultra-feminine pieces in sustainable fabrics. Aijek is stocked at multi-label boutiques in China, Hong Kong, Malaysia, Indonesia, Latin America, the Middle East and the United States.
Depression
The neo-Gothic ready-to-wear label’s stark, minimalist designs are stocked in Hong Kong, Belgium, Japan and the U.S., and counts celebrities like Adam Lambert and The Black-Eyed Peas as fans.
Sabrina Goh
The feted Singaporean designer stocks her easy-to-wear pieces from her namesake label at multi-label boutiques in the United States, the Fred Segal store in Japan and a London-based online store Not Just A Label.
Max Tan
The avant-garde label features experimental silhouettes and a contemporary artistic flair, and is stocked in Europe, the Middle East, San Francisco and Taiwan.
Benjamin Barker
This stylish menswear brand founded by designer Nelson Yap in 2009 now has two stores in Melbourne and offers custom tailoring as well. It also offers shipping to Australia and New Zealand via its website BenjaminBarker.co. .
In Good Company
The well-loved minimalist label with unusual silhouettes fronted by designers Sven Tan and Kane Tan is stocked in Hong Kong at Kapok, at various departmental stores in Jakarta, Indonesia, including Sogo, Seibu and Galleries Lafayette Jakarta and in New York’s Saks Fifth Avenue.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-sydney | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC
Possible,
Water,
Rain like mud sticking to your flabby boots,
Drift closer,
The beam of a candle,
Melts my fluorescent membrane,
Kappa,
Gamma Gamma,
Zeta, Theta,
Delta 2 Minor,
We have Control,
The opening is cut,
Like vintage dawns,
fiestivo, rex,
Domus,
Sum,
Forget any retrieval,
Seldom Come,
Seldom Reach you,
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 11:09 AM UTC
the water in the
Clawfoot bathtub
is red and full of blood
and petals cut like knives
in the water
it’s sunny
light filters through the curtains
filters through blood draining
floral bedspread
and okra on a paper plate
cabernet
the wooden floor creaks
enter you
the dusk in the living room
bounces off walls
this is the house I built
this is forever
crumbling walls
and flames
welcome home
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
sweet flag you are acorus!
you are kori you are the
stalk of the eyes and
calamus oh the core of us
is sipping smoke of
sweet flag
you the reed that
drips sap for my
darkening pupils
you are the line
and the dot
you are the pupil
growing upward
you are the reed that writes
and it's nice to meet you.
mmm
oh dream you are joy,
sweet music and
a whispered scream
nightharrowing daymare
exploding into sparrow
Oh, hello, crow!
You are trans*
You are transforming
You are going across
that land and you are
ab domus! you are
ab fabulous!
You are ab a more amor!
You are becoming,
becoming amor!
You are becoming more!
Always and all ways
you are transcending...
at every now you are
ascending
and even
in descent you are
taking a walk on the y axis
going across the x axis
you are walking down
the infinite spokes
that spin from your soul,
and you are a
medicine wheel,
no, a medicine orb
with spokes like
vines that split like
veins de la vie and
it's la vie en rose
it is blood red lifewine
tendrils of life
and all the lifelines on
your palms
drip vino de vie
they are stark
strokes of scarlet
gushing truth
in vino veritas
in vino veritas
my body is spirit anyway
and my spirit is smoking calamus
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
The taxi dropped me off
as the bell for Compline tolled,
veni creátor Spíritus,
best go to the church
because that's where
the monks'll be
a guy said
so I went into the church
February 68 that was
first time,
la casa di Dio,
red lamp at altar end
and a few lights
by the choir stalls
and a monk walked by
genuflected
and walked on by
to ring the bells again,
she had that sway of hips
and a nice ****
and I swam
into her deep seas,
Dom Joe said
have you eaten?
no I said
so he took me
to the refectory
and got me macaroni cheese
and hot cocoa
and sat talking
about the monastic life,
Dio chiama ma pochi risposta,
smell of incense
and hot bread
and smell of flowers
from the cloisters,
kiss me she said
there there so I did,
non introíbo
in tabernáculum
domus meæ,
listen and attend
with the ear of your heart
said Benedict
(saint that is),
Hugh folded the napkins
with the carefulness
of a maiden
with the deep set eyes
of a ******
prier pour Dieu
dans la vérité
the French monk said
as he walked with me
to the chapter house,
moonlight and stars
and shadows
where the clositer walls
on the outside
allowed in light,
it is not enough
to have a good mind
the main thing is
to use it well
said Gareth
quoting Descartes
as we sat in the novice's room
awaiting Dom James,
plough my field
she said
sow seeds,
the bell tolled
over the cloisters
and it was getting dark
and Compline was ending,
making the sign
of the cross
as we entered church,
but that was later
in 71,
seeking through darkness
and felt all done.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
there is a sense of home
whenever i am in your arms;
there is a sense of
warmth
belonging
and happiness
whenever you hold me close
as i fall asleep to the beat of your heart
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC
Perambulábo
in innocéntia cordis mei,
in médio domus meæ,
the bell tolled from the bell tower,
orange brick, Moorish design,
the I is as nothing
the whole symbol
of the cross is
the I crossed out Dom Joseph said,
self denial Gerald said
as we walked the cloister,
her ***** hair was dark
and come taste she said,
it was pride
that changed angels
into devils; it is humility
that makes men as angels
Augustine said,
the cloister gardens were rich in flowers,
I worked there after Terce
back bending and aching,
the French monk said
God talks in the soul,
her ******* shone in the candlelight
I kissed each in turn,
when one loves
one does not calculate
Therese said,
sunlight through the church's
high windows
colours on the paving stones
between the choir stalls,
polish the wood with care
and a good yellow duster
Dom James had said,
the smell of polish and incense
filled the church after Terce,
the silence in the chapel
before Mass touched and moved
the hardness of heart,
the peasant monk walked slow
knowing his God
and his small part.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 2:40 AM UTC
MUCH ADO ABOUT SOMETHING
My Prospero, I admit
is, yea, badly drawn
& keeps falling off
his lollipop stick.
My Caliban, on the other hand
well drawn and forsooth...sticks to...his stick.
I wiggle each
character’s characteristic
and they come alive
speak the lines, I pray you,
trippingly upon my tongue
“Come to me with a thought!”
I command my paper people.
“Your thoughts I cleave to!”
they flash into my consciousness.
“Ariel, my Ariel...”
fine-tooled from foil
that comes from fabled Consulate
& Woodbine packets.
“Ah, my trusty sprite...”
dangles from a purple thread that
is borrowed from
me **** sewing basket.
All is well
in this my make-shift
Shakespeare theatre
made from Kellogg’s
Cornflakes packets.
See the great **** crow
under the proscenium!
Weetabix boxexs
construct the wings.
Rows of Nite lights
serve as footlights.
And, so...let the Masque begin!
I hum bits of Adeste
Fideles....then sing
as Prospero & Ariel
do their thing.
“Solua domus dagus!”
my voice rings out
but see how
dangerous a nine year old knee
can be
to paper theatre.
The floodlights being knocked over
the stage flames in amazement.
My patchwork Globe
of Cornflake and Weetabix boxes
burns to the ground
only Ariel survives
in an all too blackened shrunken
crumpled piece of foil.
I exit
( pursued by a clip on the ear )
the profession of producer of
the plays thereof the only begetter of
this ensuing story
lost, alas my lack, to me!
But wait, is this a football I see
before me?
Then play on Dinger Dwyer!
And ****** be him who first cries hold!
We cry ******** and let slip
the dogs we are!
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
She stares out at the world through a constant flood of pain,
to find nothing but darkness in the cold torrential rain,
so caught up in the horrors manifested in her brain,
she cannot see a future where she will be whole again.
She stares into the void within the shadows of her soul,
to find nothing but whispers of her fragile mind's control,
so lost within her dreams and broken memories of the past,
regretting all those happy times she knew could never last.
She stares into the mirror to see what she has become,
to find nothing but hollow eyes and pain so cumbersome,
so damaged by the history of all she's left behind,
her will to stay eroding with the decay of her mind.
She stares into the black of night embracing her torn heart,
to find nothing but sorrow as she readies to depart,
so weakened now she must escape from what she'll never be,
forgotten and forsaken in her lonely destiny.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
Three monks met me
on the driveway
from the road
to the abbey
black robed
and a welcome
taking my bags
we walked
to the abbey
domus dei,
unfold me
she said
plant kisses
here and here,
bell tower
reaching skyward
bell sound
disturbing rooks
from nearby trees,
George washing
the refectory floor
with the large mop
and steel bucket
and moving
side to side,
il sacrificio di Cristo
the Italian monk said
la Messa quotidiana
I listened to him
as I helped him
to sort books
in the abbey library,
I kissed her *******
one after the other
my husband doesn't
do that
so you must
she said,
Dio ama ognuno
di noi come se
ci fosse solo
uno di noi
Augustine said
so I read
and only God
could do
that I mused,
I cleaned
the windows
of the chapter house
with cloth
and cold water
musing on the monk
holding up the host
during Mass
with his shaking fingers,
les nombres parfaits
comme les hommes
parfaits sont très rares
Gareth said
quoting Descartes
as we sat
in the novice room
waiting for Dom Joe,
I tried to put her
from my mind
during Compline
tried to put the image
of her beneath me
moaning with her joy,
George and I
rang the bells
for Mass
the following day
wishing I could accept
the will of God
and obey.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 1:40 PM UTC
The copper dome
of this domus Dei
provides a home
where I may in silence stay.
Beyond its great doors,
a sea of candles like a hearth.
The cool marble floor
reflects the roof mosaic’s warmth.
In this vast space
my silence softly echoes
and in my vault vibrates
a secret libretto.
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 11:30 AM UTC