The Fall (i) Could



My knees could have been bruised but they were only blue.
My wrists could have been broken but they were only swollen.
I could have lost all my teeth but I got only a bloody chin.
My jaws may be aching but I may now get a better occlusion.

Thanks to this mini hankie, the blood was not as scary.
And thanks to this kitchen paper tugged in my back pocket,
The blood was stopped in time for me to trudge to the car park,
With trolley and three empty boxes and a backpack in the big carton.

Thanks to the muscle training I do every night!
I could have broken my neck.




A garden in a punnet
Brought all the way from my garden in Düsseldorf.

Forget-me-Nots. They flourished once last year
Before being eaten up by field mice on the balcony.

Forget-me-Nots. They flourished in Professor Friedrich’s garten.
When Frau Friedrich gave me seeds in the nineties.

Forget-me-Nots. They flourished in my garden all these years.
And they did well when they arrived in late July.

Forget-me-Nots.  They did well in August until that downpour.
All drown. But wait. Not all.


The Umbrella

2017.10.02_2014.10.02 Zimmerman_the Yellow Umbrella Man
Paul Zimmerman: ‘Why I took umbrella to China National Day in HK’

The umbrella with which we took off to Never-never-land for 78 days …

BBC 2014.10.01

Paul Zimmerman, who is a Hong Kong local councillor, explains why he took a yellow umbrella to protest at a China National Day reception in Hong Kong.

Thousands have joined pro-democracy protests in central Hong Kong, as they spread on China’s 65th National Day.

The protesters want China to withdraw plans to vet candidates for the next Hong Kong leadership election in 2017.

Mr Zimmerman said he was concerned about what the security at the reception would do when he raised his yellow umbrella, he was not removed from the event.

By Daniel Tam


Deep into the night, the Underground, packed as rush hours
Yet no unease, no anguish: yellow ribbon on us all.


Mong Kok: now the most romantic spot in the Universe.
Argyle Street, Nathan Road, my daily passage as a teen.
Who would ever have dreamt of seeing a canopy put up,
To shelter earth-dwellers from rain and wind?


Exalting! Some have summited the MTR entrance!
Having viewed folk-scape from high! Hard to descend?


Roads are now in people’s hands, buses too,
With sharp slogans, garnished with humour and not with fire.


Freedom and vitality, accommodating and self-restraint,
Patience & Wisdom reign. Challenging streets, minus policemen.
With care and caution we embrace this fleeting enchantment.


You dear friends who have savoured this fresh air here know:
Outcomes matter but little. For we have all changed,
And for our city’s future, we have now opened a door!


Let’s not be over-optimistic about the future,
But let’s trust this determination, in one and in all,
This will to do a little something, for ourselves, and for more.


Cool-headed steps, strong-hearted steps …
Little by little, step by step …

See you in the streets.

Tam Daniel


Fanny-Min Becker  2 October 2014 at 14:12 · 

ROMANCE: the last for the Movement perhaps, but not the last.

A poem by Tam Daniel
Caught in the internet & rendered into English on
October 2014 at 14:12 by




Merry & Gay

2017.10.02 First Gay Marriage in Germany

BBC 2017.10.01 Two men have become the first gay couple to marry in Germany, on the day gay marriage became legal there.

Karl Kreile and Bodo Mende, a couple for 38 years, exchanged their vows at the town hall in Schöneberg, Berlin.

So happy for them.


Friedrich Gulda: Beethoven – Piano Concerto No. 5 in E flat major Op. 73

The one and only one …

Live recording from the Munich Piano Summer Festival,
1989 Friedrich Gulda, soloist and conductor
Munich Philharmonic Orchestra Ludwig van Beethoven –
Piano Concerto No. 5 in E flat major Op. 73
0:00 I. Allegro
20:40 II. Adagio un poco moto
26:39 III. Rondo. Allegro

You’ll Never Walk Alone – Elvis Presley

The ever magnetic Elvis 

click here for the song

Encounter 1999.03.26 SF
Photo credit:  Fanny-Min BECEKER

When I first arrived in San Francisco in 1999
planning to make a brand new start
I knew nobody
And when I left after a few months
I found a few friends who remain friends till today


You, too, such encounters?

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by Lilly Mee Wu in Toronto

Lament of an M.D. Sufferer

2009.06.07 Lament

There is no cure.
Macular degeneration
Comparable to suffocation,
Eyes to injure.

No line is straight.
On all horizontals, no less,
Descend a crazy waviness.
Accept your fate!

What next, you ask.
Retinal detachment, follow!
Treated, on your face you lie low.
Not a mean task.

And comes a hole.
In the centre of a pink wreath,
Emptiness beyond and beneath.
Naught to console.

What else to see?
Gold rimmed blue blooms in a posy;
Dingy pavings green and mossy.
The flicks are free.

Don’t understand.
Out swims a line, a message,
To read it you can’t manage.
No code at hand.

Pressure is high.
A blue intensity appears,
Beauty to allay your fears.
Headaches sail by.

A gloaming fell.
Could be lucent as a spring dawn;
Or a typhoon’s charcoal screen drawn.
Cannot foretell.

Meteors explode into star dust;
Rockets burst in flashing combust.
Injected silicon:
Kind of Gorgon?

Laser brings a perpetual glare
And a dazzling whiteness most rare.
Extreme brightness
Makes for tiredness.

Bestir yourself! Your doctors warn.
Like an eight-year-old you must learn.
Fail to use it.
Then you lose it!

You yourself teach
How things to reach.
Buy magnifiers to aid reading;
But daily deeds need new meaning.

Health is a mission.
Strange how bowels can affect sight.
Or an aching leg be a blight
On your vision.

Exercise till
The soles know the ground they walk on,
Fingers know what they light upon.
Live to the full.

You are not blind.
The smells and sounds identify.
Who and what they do clarify.
All in the mind.

Fate is accepted.
In waking moments, day and night,
Keen light or dim glow, is your sight
Smaze blanketed.

Composed by Lilly Mee Wu
Toronto 20-29.04.2009

Typed by FM
Posted on facebook on 2009.06.07 at 00:51


Lilly was my class teacher from 1960 to 1962
Ever so encouraging
Ever so trusting
She helped me to find myself
Without her
There would not be the today me
My teacher for Life


Have you ever met a teacher for Life?
Would you wish for such a teacher?
Are you a teacher for Life yourself?
Can we all be teachers for Life?

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fleeting 01 – stamp

On the cover of fleeting you can see a stamp
this chop hand-carved by FM
is made up of 2 characters
夢 dream & bird 鳥

dreams and birds cannot be restrained

Do you have dreams?

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