“If this turns to friendship, it only means That one of us will suffer. That when we meet after the worst of endings, There will only be this skein of words between us— Most of them for boredom, fewer for loneliness— Rising out of our mutual space of breath, leaving Behind a bluer sky each moment of departure. And one of us will cling on to its blue, Hung on partings like a muted cloud, while The other rides on a wing of word away from here.” LoveInspirationalPastPoetrySufferingHopeFriendshipSkyLoversWordsCloudsAbsenceBoredomPresentEndingsWings Of LoveWingSingapore LiteratureSglitIreadbooksactuallyBooksactuallySglitftwSkeinBelow AbsenceMathpaperpress Book:Below: Absence: Poems Source: Below: Absence: Poems
“I mostly believe, deep in my bones, that life is very simply beyond description; regardless of what one makes of it, life always spills over the parameters of how anyone has chosen to define it.” FictionNovelLgbtSingaporeDebutCyril Wong Book:The Last Lesson of Mrs de Souza Source: The Last Lesson of Mrs de Souza
“It is the teacher's and the lawmaker's responsibility to allow the child to express his feelings about growing up. What happens to a child at that particular age? It is a terribly vulnerable time, and if we provide youths with an environment to be free, to be expressive, without embarrassing them, without shaming them, they would grow up to be healthy, compassionate adults. Instead, if we force them to “belong, belong, belong,” they all become repressed. There is a complete absence of options.” Singapore Author:Cyril Wong
“What does it mean to write a story of your own life in your head? We all do that whether we are writers or not. We all have a story about who we are: what gender we are, what experiences we have . . . all sorts of stories and narratives we allow ourselves to believe in and create as we go along.” Singapore Author:Cyril Wong
“Soon we were downloading ourselves into laptops, phones or pads, freer than we had hoped, floating centrifugally across the Internet to swim alongside forgotten selfies, spam emails and porn” PoetrySingaporeSpeculative FictionLontar Book:LONTAR #3 Source: LONTAR #3
“Soon I find myself squatting on the floor. I am still striking my face; not with my fists this time, but with wide-open hands. I am slapping myself. The sounds I make when my palms meet my cheeks are like an unrelenting round of applause. I am clapping myself. Or clapping for myself. I start to giggle. All the voices are receding now. I am no longer filled with rage or disappointment. I clap and clap and simply cannot stop.” FictionMental IllnessShort StoriesSingaporeCyril Wong Book:Ten Things My Father Never Taught Me and Other Stories Source: Ten Things My Father Never Taught Me and Other Stories