Doctor Fab
From: Haoran TONG
Date: Tue, Dec 25, 2018 at 2:24 PM
Subject: Haoran Tong's Submission for 'From the Past to the Future'
To: docto...@gmail.com
Dear Dr. Fab,
I am Haoran (Henry) Tong writing to you for joining the anthology titled "From the Past to the Future". I have received the google group invitation and it is my honor to participate
again. I fully understand and agree to the terms in copyright disclaimer mentioned below. I authorize you to publish my poems in the ebook at no cost and without any obligation other than to publish the poems selected.
"The copyright of the poems will remain in the hands of their Authors, but all Participants will accept to make us free to publish the ebook at no cost and without any other obligation on our part than to publish the poems selected (the acceptance of this point will be attested, by each Participant, by simply sending their poems). To make it clear: by submitting their poems the Authors agree to grant non-exclusive world rights to Fabrizio Frosini and 'Poets Unite Worldwide' for publishing the submitted poems in books, without fee, so long as the Authors are credited --this does not prevent the Authors from publishing their poems anytime, anywhere, by themselves, or from granting others the right to do so."
Here is my submission (unpublished before).
Title: A Parable of the Future
Text:
Some cinemas are not old enough to relive this film:
at least not from what I have visited on the earth.
It plummets from the bottomless Firmament
and replaces into the hands of many big-feet merchants.
It endures through the saliva of dinosaurs and potion in pints
and burns in the counting minutes of forgotten fictions.
I now enjoy many stubborn imitations of this film:
a cigar, a tank, some flesh wounds, and the erecting tombstones
in the remains of the remote reverberation;
a curse, some silence, a crown, many gunfire, and the engraved letters
in the hymned Holy Laws and Scriptures.
a mistake, many attempts, a solution, numerous arguments, and one voice
that put mouths in complied submission.
Time has blinded my vision: the film is but a disillusioned future.
The future as but the parable of the past
with a decadent attire and a stented heart.
"Its fragrance sits still in the drought flowers,
its piety in the tombstones,
its heroism in the gunfire,
its experiments in the mistakes."
Oh, A world but future glides through my past
and I have no wheels steering backward.
Many thanks for the invitation and happy holidays!
Haoran
December 25, 2018