“i bring my kiasu friend to the airport leavings are never easy, not for long and though we both saw blur along the way memories flooded present tensions. in the curry of his life no lemak remained so now the predictable exit signalled the end of his roundings, his bombings– he can bluff like hell, ma, he got style– and left me thinking about home, my kampong.” HomePoetryPoetPoemLeavingVillageSingapore Pioneer PoetKirpal SinghSingapore PoetryKampong Book:The Best of Kirpal Singh Source: The Best of Kirpal Singh
“For him, the kampung was a place to live and work that was based on a steadfast and intimate relationship between man and nature. The village was a true reflection of life in the tropics.” VillageUrbanCitySingaporeEnglishTranslationMalayAlfian Sa AtThe TowerIsa KamariKampong Book:The Tower Source: The Tower