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All contents written by
me, Henry Mak, from November 2000-June 2002—overall very nice period,
already over now, was marked by recovery from the previous period
heretofore known as my dark days (which started as early as 1991 but did
not reveal itself in complete fullness until Niagara Falls 1994) during
which time I retreated so far into myself I thought I’d never be able to
talk to people again and feared constantly that this was a permanent state—characterized
by me watching sitcoms 8 hours a day in between going to school to study
movies with distant ambitions seen through insomniac eyes fading with the
day, completely unequipped for certain events happening post high-school
especially as high school was actually OK. Slowly recovered through long
talks and ass-kicking from good friend who I see not so much these days,
working in art supply store, and going to open mikes with poems of
inexperience in my pocket sweated over and nervously whispered met with
encouragement and given to be less shy, now taking some of the poems out
of my pocket and putting them here . . . still feel my old self when I was
an open wound unable to see things with any clarity but sometimes so
bamboozled by ordinary beauty the camera would shake in my hands, and
still, as I have already passed recovery period and am ready finally at
this relatively late age to work hard and try to do great things I retain
certain beliefs which date back to that lousy time—how seriousness is
heartbreak lovely –humour accidental –technique indivisible from
emotion –the best time of day 30 min. after sun goes down—sometimes
head so full of ideas and things it doesn’t even matter if they’re
stupid or not. It’s better to love human beings than books, movies or
music, met her February 2001 she wanted to make a book—this one event
more than any other carried me over just in the nick of time as I was
during recovery period in real danger of turning into complete asshole if
not for her—I love her dearly . . . this all mentioned because following
contents just might give more fizz if it is shown where these poems come
from—so I try to poke my head out from underneath gory convolutions
found in following pages though this introduction is pretty heavily
stylized too, granted. I never knew it was so much fun to reach out to
people through little books, these so-called melodramas which are
pretty melodramatic (what can I say?) but also because melodramas means
music + action means musicdrama means lifestory with headphones . . .
by Henry Mak
from: Melodramas, ©2002
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