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There is an implicit recognition here that important things in life are not always immediately visible, and can't always be named, or even fully understood. Others still are entirely imaginary -- like a red tree growing suddenly in a room -- although this does not make them any less real.Shaun Tan
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Have you ever wondered What happens to all the poems people write? The poems they neverlet anyone else read? Perhaps they are Too private and personal Perhaps they are just not good enough. Perhaps the prospect of such a heartfeltexpression being seen as clumsyshallow sillypretentious saccharineunoriginal sentimentaltrite boringoverwrought obscure stupidpointless or simply embarrassingis enough to give any aspiringpoet good reason to hide their work frompublic view.forever. Naturally many poems are IMMEDIATELY DESTROYED.Burnt shredded flushed away Occasionally they are folded Into little squares And wedged under the corner of An unstable piece of furniture( So actually quite useful) Others are hidden behind a loose brickor drainpipe or sealed into the back of an old alarm clockor put between the pages of AN OBSCURE BOOKthat is unlikely to ever be opened.someone might find them one day, BUT PROBABLY NOTThe truth is that unread poetry Will almost always be just that. DOOMED to join a vast invisible river of waste that flows out of suburbia.well Almost always. On rare occasions, Some especially insistentpieces of writing will escapeinto a backyard or a lanewaybe blown along a roadside embankmentand finally cometo rest in a shopping centerparking lotas so many things do It is here that something quite Remarkabletakes placetwo or more pieces of poetry drift toward each otherthrough a strange force of attractionunknown to scienceand ever so slowlycling togetherto form a tiny, shapeless ball. Left undisturbed, this ball graduallybecomes larger and rounder as otherfree versesconfessions secrets stray musings wishes and unsentlove lettersattach themselvesone by one. Such a ball creeps through the streets Like a tumbleweed for months even years If it comes out only at night it has a good Chance of surviving traffic and childrenand through a slow rolling motion A V O I D S SNAILS(its number one predator) At a certain size, it instinctivelyshelters from bad weather, unnoticedbut otherwise roams the streetssearching for scraps of forgottenthought and feeling. Given time and luckthe poetry ball becomes large HUGE ENORMOUS:A vast accumulation of papery bits That ultimately take to the air, levitating by The sheer force of so much unspoken emotion. It floats gentlyabove suburban rooftops when everybody is asleepinspiring lonely dogsto bark in the middle of the night. Sadlya big ball of papernot matter how large and buoyant, is still a fragile thing. Sooner or LATERit will be surprised bya suddengust of wind Beaten by driving rainand REDUCEDin a matter of minutesto a billionsoggy shreds. One morningeveryone will wake upto find a pulpy messcovering front lawnsclogging up guttersand plastering carwindscreens. Traffic will be delayedchildren delightedadults baffledunable to figure outwhere it all came from Stranger still Will be the Discovery that Every lump of Wet paper Contains variousfaded words pressed into accidentalverse. Barely visiblebut undeniably present To each reader they will whisper something different something joyfulsomething sadtruthful absurdhilarious profound and perfect No one will be able to explain the Strange feeling of weightlessnessor the private smilethat remains Long after the street sweepers have come and gone.Shaun Tan
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Why do I always listen to your insane plans? Why aren't we at home watching TV like everyone else? What possible difference will any of this make?Shaun Tan
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You discover how confounding the world is when you try to draw it. You look at a car, and you try to see its car-ness, and you're like an immigrant to your own world. You don't have to travel to encounter weirdness. You wake up to it.Shaun Tan
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The more I draw and write, the more I realise that accidents are a necessary part of any creative act, much more so than logic or wisdom. Sometimes a mistake is the only way of arriving at an original concept, and the history of successful inventions is full of mishaps, serendipity and unintended results.Shaun Tan