Life vs. Art

Life has got into the way of art; I haven’t been posting poems or thoughts daily as I used to.  I am too busy living, which is a good thing.  This is far better than being bedridden going over for the millionth time why, how, when, what if …

I’m in limbo, a murky grey zone between reality and fantasy.  What could have been … circling round my head, driving the neurons crazy.

Work has picked up 400% from one pupil to four, ranging from barely five to seventeen from super rich to the man on the street living in a pitifully tiny apartment with his family of four in a council estate.

Attempting a kind of modern Robin Hood; robbing the rich to feed the poor and charging by the hour according to a sliding scale.  The highest being $230 and the average roughly half that amount.

The boy of six from Mongkok is going to be a challenge; I suspect in UK he’d be drugged up to his eyeballs with ritalin for being hyperactive.  I hate labelling kids but certainly he can’t sit still for more than 10 seconds and regularly falls off his stool and thinks this is absolutely hilarious.  But nothing I can’t handle: at least he hasn’t started swearing and he can’t start chatting to someone else because it is just me and him and the four walls.

He is a devoted Thomas the tank engine fan so will have go in search of said item as bribe.  I suppose all teachers are schizophrenic: one minute you are dangling the carrot and showering with compliments and the next you are threatening with the proverbial stick. 


About cho wan yau

Teacher by day poet/writer by night. Words have been my first love and will be my last. As a child I locked myself into the toilet devouring books which transported me to distant lands. Poetry shared penned from 2009-2010 in a titanic struggle to stay sane at Heartbreak Hotel. Please check it out on Any comments or feedback welcome. Why not share your story with me, because we all have one, don't we?

Posted on August 21, 2013, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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