Author: Stephanie Suh

  • Upheaval: Turning Points for Nations in Crisis by Jared Diamond – book review

    Jared Diamond’s Upheaval analyzes why a nation is how it is now. Of course, culture plays a role in changing the ethos of each new zeitgeist. Still, it is not so much a differentiating element as a distinguishing factor to characterize a national character. Instead, it is a mindset of individuals, including the governing elites in the nation, that determine the success and stagnation of the nation’s progress.

    Of all nations’ approaches to and results of political and sociological revolutions, the most successful example is Japan’s Meiji Restoration in the 19th century and democratization in the aftermath of WWII, both of which are one-of-a-kind upheavals yielding to outstanding progress. Japan’s confrontation with the West might have blown their isolated cultural prestige. However, rather than coiling in fear of the changes, Japan sprang back with new attitudes adapted from Europe’s and the U.S.’s technological development and cultural legacy to survive the new zeitgeist as the time’s juggernaut.

    On the other hand, the United States today needs change because it is highly polarized by political affiliations, ideological inclinations, and racial stratifications. The U.S. seems to have lurched in the above marsh when it should focus on the constructive, substantial, and realistic aspects of political agenda and social movements. For example, Americans tend more to ideas than facts that collectively affect individual needs, such as universal healthcare, a better educational system, employment opportunities, housing assistance, welfare programs, and workers’ rights. It s because American politicians aim to mobilize an army of people, aka constituents, to win their ideological war for occupying more congressional seats. In fact, American exceptionalism, that America is the best of all other countries in the world, averts the eyes from the lessons from other countries simply because they are beneath.

    Diamond is a polymath well versed in science, literature, philosophy, geography, psychology, and sociology. He talks about his family, students, and friends from other countries. He is no stranger to their cultures with the knowledge of the languages and cultural cues, which entitles him to an appellation of “a citizen of the world.” This book reads persuasive and perspicacious, among other books on similar subjects. Maybe I am biased, but if the man whose assessment of nations strikes my chord, then I can’t help it.

  • Rainmaker

    The wandering
    Rainmaker
    A stranger
    To her power
    Invokes ever
    A benevolent rain
    Of inspirations
    On an arid terrain
    Of imaginations
    That are blocked
    In the Acheronian
    Wilderness barren
    Of wordlessness.

  • A band of hope

    Step by step
    Side by side
    Left and right
    Near and far

    One mind more
    One world more

    A band of hearts
    Marches together
    In parades poised
    Honoring Humanity
    Along Life Route
    Into Avenue of Hope.

  • Labor and Laborer

    People living upstairs
    With the power of means
    To let you live or die
    De facto or de jure
    Have their sovereign parlance
    A sign of class consciousness
    That goes by saying thus:
    “No offense. It’s just personal.
    For work is work, and that’s that,”
    As if it were a recitation
    Of indemnifying themselves
    From injuring the other’s soul
    And absolving them of the offense
    They have committed willingly.

    People living downstairs
    With the need for means
    To live and not die
    Physically and mentally
    Have their sovereign credos
    A sign of universal humanness
    That bellows from within thus:
    “No offense? It’s personal,
    For I am not mechanical
    Without sense and reason.
    What is it, then, addressing me?
    Is it nothing but a talking head?”
    Such is an echo from the valley
    Of the injured soul, weeping inside
    Forcing to remind the values of stoicism
    That works not for everyone’s soul.

    Masters of slaves, transcendent of time
    Slaves of masters, regardless of race
    In different costumes, in changing scenery
    Have kept their footings in their places
    According to lots assigned by Wheel of Fortune;
    Some say luck ensues from efforts and geniuses,
    And many believe it so as though to numb the pains
    From the ills of society, the reality at face value.


    Nevertheless, work is personal in the guise
    Of the professional that which even Adam Smith
    The father of the Wealth of Nations affirmed
    In the selfish human ego distilled in work;
    “Nothing is personal” is, therefore, a fallacy
    A res ipsa loquitur of illogical defense
    Of offense on the hangers-on by the upper hands
    Although they may refuse to agree with me
    In the security of their infallible power to decide
    The livelihood of those in need of their mercy.

  • Adieu, my friend

    A week has passed since the Beluga whale died in transit from the Seine to the sea. The question remains with the image still fresh on my mind refusing to fade away with my heartstrings pulled in all withers: did he break away from his kind to find a treasure island like Jim did? Or did malice of fortune take him away from the tribe on a lark to see if he could make it back to where it came from? What is the meaning of all of this anyway?

    He had no name because he had so little time to live in this world, and I mean the Beluga whale stranded in the Seine River in Paris, France, and ultimately died in transit to a sea last week. No one knew why he swam all the way up to the freshwater, which was not a typical habitat for the whale species. IT wasn’t the first time to see a whale end up in the river following an orca in May that died of natural causes, but the Beluga whale still lingers in my mind a week after his death. Maybe it’s because of his ever-good-hearted-looking appearance that oozes out a sense of pathos from my feelings. Whatever it may be, he endeared me like my two-year-old tabby tom Toro, and I had been following his tale of the river, which seemed to me his journey to the resting place – among humans with whom he might have cherished good memories. Maybe he disliked his kind, so he ran away from there. Come to think of it, do we also not do the same when we can’t take any more violence, disappointment, betrayal, and arrogance?

    Although I admire the efforts made to revitalize the Beluga whale and to send him back to the sea, I cannot help thinking that there should have been more professionally effective operations to achieve the noble human intention to save nature. We live in an information-saturated, expert-ridden global world, but why is no such help readily unavailable in dire need? Are outstanding vets only for YouTube channels and other media outlets via which they can amplify their view to lucrative celebrities? But the argument is futile since he’s gone. By recording what my heart feels about him, I want to pay tribute to his incredible journey to the human world by himself with kisses and tears. Good-bye, my Beluga whale.

  • Circuitous

    The witching hour
    Like a raven’s hair
    The moon’s gone
    Few stars shone
    The heart’s beating
    The body’s shaking
    Pan’s flute fills fear
    Hecate’s prime hour
    A traveler’s lost in it
    Wandering in circuit
    Of roaming, wandering
    neverending.