139: kitsugi

kitsugi
is the art of mending broken earthenware
using gold.

we too are made of clay
we too are ever at risk of wear and tear,
we too can harden with heat
we too can fall apart with pressure;
but our defections are not as easily glazed over,
our squishy fleshy skin does not create cracks when broken;
the scars ooze out scarlet liquids pumped out by
our pulpy beating human hearts
to give life to the vessel that contains all our insides but
for those that are barely alive, i keep wondering
what use it is to keep patching up the leaky wounds
if the body has been emptied of everything of substance?

it's difficult to find meaning in emptiness though,
so some of us survive on faith
of others more than ourselves
and for better or worse,
cement our brokenness the easiest humanest way:
to look at the cloudy shards of our existence
and keep lining them all back together with silver
because most of us can't afford gold.

2017-07-21 8.11pm

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kitsugi
is the art of fixing
broken things using gold.

people too can harden and be broken with pressure and heat,
but although both are made of clay and may wear and tear,
humans are not earthenware;
public displays of abundance and defections are not as easily glazed over --
so our pulpy beating human hearts pumping blood even in the most unliving bodies
reminds us that the only way to keep us whole
is to cement our brokenness in the most human way:
by lining all our cloudy shards with silver instead
because most of us can't afford gold anyway.

kitsugi is the art of embellishing broken things
and after thirty years of existing, i've learnt
that everyone has silver scars
and there is beauty in that
even when we can't see it ourselves.

2017-05-23 5.23pm

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kitsugi is the art
of making broken pieces whole
by gluing them back together using gold.

after thirty years of existing, today i learnt
that i have somehow, unwittingly, perfected kitsugi.

breathing humans can withstand a lot of heat and pressure, much like china
our hearts allow the pumping of life
as they beat and bleed, hurt, and often, then heal
but although both of us are made of clay, humans are not earthenware
we are neither naturally stiff nor inanimate,
and public displays of abundance and defections are frowned upon.
so instead of cementing the our brokenness with gold,
i've learnt that we're expected to keep lining all the shards using silver;
for me, i do this begrudgingly,
but with time, willingly
and much more generously.

kitsugi is the art
of embellishing broken things
and after thirty years of existing, i've learnt
that there is beauty in silver scars
even when others can't see it.

10.45am

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but hearts are not stiff nor inanimate
they may just just as fragile as the most delicate china
but they are not cold and glossy --
they beat and they bleed
they hurt and then they heal
... sometimes.

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