Is e here
taking numbers
not ebola virus
nor srirra leone
but haes
is santa
starts witn S.
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
With broken hand cannot break a twig
Like
that
no time to dive without a
crutch
from sky
to ocean.
Zero seconds
and
loss
of space.
blast and all come at same time
inexplicable fun of numbers
ask
walden
who lives
away
far from violence
in the peace of woods.
They blurt of poison
and venom
which
the woods never need.
that
no time to dive without a
crutch
from sky
to ocean.
Zero seconds
and
loss
of space.
blast and all come at same time
inexplicable fun of numbers
ask
walden
who lives
away
far from violence
in the peace of woods.
They blurt of poison
and venom
which
the woods never need.
Gore is that we crave
Lost or found
ages of lies
and made up truth
tested and half tried
Feb is the date
for
who will
front.
The Fold or the old
leaking
half connect
to lost
the
as
loss of numbers
well
I
take
the least
percentage
and
you take rest.
Rest as no need
and fly
to
M
or
S
where
cares
where you are.
It the fair loss
of
some
not known
soldiers.
ages of lies
and made up truth
tested and half tried
Feb is the date
for
who will
front.
The Fold or the old
leaking
half connect
to lost
the
as
loss of numbers
well
I
take
the least
percentage
and
you take rest.
Rest as no need
and fly
to
M
or
S
where
cares
where you are.
It the fair loss
of
some
not known
soldiers.
Saturday, December 27, 2014
Already told
Is
the idea of new places
so strange
that
you ignore repeated warnings
and say all is well in the open deep.
That
the act is repeated thrice now
and blame music which thumps to floor
is not new
old
told
revisited
gone again.
the idea of new places
so strange
that
you ignore repeated warnings
and say all is well in the open deep.
That
the act is repeated thrice now
and blame music which thumps to floor
is not new
old
told
revisited
gone again.
Have we done it again
Well
done it again
now wait for
confirmation.
The Air is not Asia
nor
Russia
neither
Ocean.
Sky is free land.
done it again
now wait for
confirmation.
The Air is not Asia
nor
Russia
neither
Ocean.
Sky is free land.
Friday, December 26, 2014
The wine seller
Wine or dine
ask the Judas
who sells what.
Fine wine
from
here to there.
buy and take
or come from
places
and have it.
sold as douch
or money
come wine from
the
bottles.
ask the Judas
who sells what.
Fine wine
from
here to there.
buy and take
or come from
places
and have it.
sold as douch
or money
come wine from
the
bottles.
Malay duck the flies to down
Yuppie,
that was there
fly high
long lost
not asked
and gone.
xmas is no time
to
ask how flew
the
string.
Long ago
and lost
never flew
or
stood
a
lie
clear/
that was there
fly high
long lost
not asked
and gone.
xmas is no time
to
ask how flew
the
string.
Long ago
and lost
never flew
or
stood
a
lie
clear/
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
And Santa is deaf dumb.....
The weaver knots his way
to
a place called by nonna
at door
to lift up the xmas spirit
the sant is deaf dumb and blind
how
can
the
spirits leave.
one gone long ages ago
want
to
add another dirty nonna.
soul not destructive
heart pumps till spew blood
a name for your sons
gone
still.
x is want you want
as you drink and eat with
yours
and no answer to
rights.
Dirty nan have ur mas
today.
to
a place called by nonna
at door
to lift up the xmas spirit
the sant is deaf dumb and blind
how
can
the
spirits leave.
one gone long ages ago
want
to
add another dirty nonna.
soul not destructive
heart pumps till spew blood
a name for your sons
gone
still.
x is want you want
as you drink and eat with
yours
and no answer to
rights.
Dirty nan have ur mas
today.
Put in out
The sky is big
small as a grain
do not try to put it in
cause
the pain is dark.
No putting balls of Golf
or say
happy mas
to state how short you are
or
not putting it in.
small as a grain
do not try to put it in
cause
the pain is dark.
No putting balls of Golf
or say
happy mas
to state how short you are
or
not putting it in.
lovely lovely lost missing you where can ya be
The bliss or not
the bed of water
lily of wind
a flower
of fragrance
mine.
lost or never found
only searched
forever.
the bed of water
lily of wind
a flower
of fragrance
mine.
lost or never found
only searched
forever.
O Bummer
Sorry but not yet
put
sky
as ocean
and forgive me if you can
still
looking
and fuelling ships
well do not be hard
still
searching
xmas day.
Hard and dry
top or bottom
at this point we know not where it is.
Shake to try
easy to say no.
put
sky
as ocean
and forgive me if you can
still
looking
and fuelling ships
well do not be hard
still
searching
xmas day.
Hard and dry
top or bottom
at this point we know not where it is.
Shake to try
easy to say no.
Who knows
Well believe in you
and lose
if you
can not tell
what
where
how
though I think when
as
approximation.
When
is glory
of a lost hundred
seeped in flying colors.
and lose
if you
can not tell
what
where
how
though I think when
as
approximation.
When
is glory
of a lost hundred
seeped in flying colors.
Let truth fly
So we evasive from hard answers
and slide and do it again
such that the Ocean blurs with sky.
That's how much we lie.,
2 hundred something gone but stay still
till
tine loses.
Truth is the old dying
and
the older
dead.
Not random
or silly.
Piece of cake.
and slide and do it again
such that the Ocean blurs with sky.
That's how much we lie.,
2 hundred something gone but stay still
till
tine loses.
Truth is the old dying
and
the older
dead.
Not random
or silly.
Piece of cake.
Friday, December 19, 2014
1 for the course
Birds sing
a
tune of yore
numbers come later.
Should flexing muscles
foolish
bring down
twin of pairs.
One other
plays space so short.
The game is played
on lines
and short spaces.
a
tune of yore
numbers come later.
Should flexing muscles
foolish
bring down
twin of pairs.
One other
plays space so short.
The game is played
on lines
and short spaces.
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Slow is the Anthem
Go slow
so slow
that it slides
on the edge
and nudges the cut of throat
go slow.
Leaves of grass
and heaps of pain.
so slow
that it slides
on the edge
and nudges the cut of throat
go slow.
Leaves of grass
and heaps of pain.
If i look after you
You will not ditto
hurt and pain what you do to me
and jump out loud like;
he is beaten from the arms
can not fight,so
sleep.
hurt and pain what you do to me
and jump out loud like;
he is beaten from the arms
can not fight,so
sleep.
Where is who
Ask maps where
that is.
Find who made the genes
and crack the code
to see where you are.
DNA DNA never to be given twice
special
but not
twice recorded,
one from the stars
and the next for here.
that is.
Find who made the genes
and crack the code
to see where you are.
DNA DNA never to be given twice
special
but not
twice recorded,
one from the stars
and the next for here.
Do not ask
Where one particular kite was lost
a whole heap gone
and lost
do not ask who is where
nor lost when.
Taboo because nobody talks since
the takeoff.
No numbers to mind your numb
of
yore.
Stars are far.
a whole heap gone
and lost
do not ask who is where
nor lost when.
Taboo because nobody talks since
the takeoff.
No numbers to mind your numb
of
yore.
Stars are far.
The Blood of Rush
Easy never
prongs of war
shadows
of
decay
and tints
of
horror.
Son
of
God
did you lose us.
Or the shards
of
power
cut us away from you.
prongs of war
shadows
of
decay
and tints
of
horror.
Son
of
God
did you lose us.
Or the shards
of
power
cut us away from you.
Star far away
The duck is a bird and
lives in water.
The Kohinoor was a gem from the
stars.
The pull of a lost cause
mapped one area.
No answers yet.
Battered one reason in on;
death by blood rush.
When the veins hold more bold and even more Oxy
then
Arteries lose direction.
Not a presumption
but
an
toast to time.
lives in water.
The Kohinoor was a gem from the
stars.
The pull of a lost cause
mapped one area.
No answers yet.
Battered one reason in on;
death by blood rush.
When the veins hold more bold and even more Oxy
then
Arteries lose direction.
Not a presumption
but
an
toast to time.
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Obstinate Literature
Never Ceases
or falters
in search
of
word
the construction of thought
and lies.
The thread of Philosophy
and seep of ocean wild
the sky of escape
The image of representation
across
queer
patterns
filing
sheer
non ideas
and failing to design explanations.
A little duel
in
the
beginning
of
Xmas.
A raw
context
or
ultimate
design.
or falters
in search
of
word
the construction of thought
and lies.
The thread of Philosophy
and seep of ocean wild
the sky of escape
The image of representation
across
queer
patterns
filing
sheer
non ideas
and failing to design explanations.
A little duel
in
the
beginning
of
Xmas.
A raw
context
or
ultimate
design.
Saturday, December 6, 2014
....Provoke action from Governments...
Fundamental duty of Journalism...
....The Cattle trade....
...History making Journalism....
Standing ovation,Adele Ferguson.... Dead Masters...
....The Cattle trade....
...History making Journalism....
Standing ovation,Adele Ferguson.... Dead Masters...
...Peter Greste...
Reading
Thank you, Thank u very much not him but message reader;
...Great Men and women who rise to...
...Responsible reporting....fundamental belief in democracy...wherever the oppressed is never free...
....Get back home for Xmas...
Thank you, Thank u very much not him but message reader;
...Great Men and women who rise to...
...Responsible reporting....fundamental belief in democracy...wherever the oppressed is never free...
....Get back home for Xmas...
The search
A pattern was set
in the panic flight of the kites,
blue followed by yellow
and pink after green.
Nizam and his coterie of splendid
fellows
gasped as they eyed the lost kites
each one flying away.
It was on
once
the fact was locked
the search it was.
On the bed of the bund
as the Ocean
was far from the palace of reverberating
stony fort of Gollakonda.
The waters were mapped
in the din
as bemused folk
looked to the sky.
in the panic flight of the kites,
blue followed by yellow
and pink after green.
Nizam and his coterie of splendid
fellows
gasped as they eyed the lost kites
each one flying away.
It was on
once
the fact was locked
the search it was.
On the bed of the bund
as the Ocean
was far from the palace of reverberating
stony fort of Gollakonda.
The waters were mapped
in the din
as bemused folk
looked to the sky.
Friday, November 28, 2014
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Feet of Steel and Wings of a feather
It was that in the
deep set blue
a
disaster at Sea and the mapping of the floor.
Abdul weaved
words
into patterns.
Shall we row the Boat.
Or fly a kite higher
than nowhere.
To probably
the
farthest reaches of Gravity
to
understand that the pull beyond the night Planet
lost
in its ellipse
of rotation
The 10th
does
an
astronomical unit
called
AU.
Fathom the thought
of a very scientific theory.
Debris of Time
flotsam worth
nectar.
Nowhere to be
found.
deep set blue
a
disaster at Sea and the mapping of the floor.
Abdul weaved
words
into patterns.
Shall we row the Boat.
Or fly a kite higher
than nowhere.
To probably
the
farthest reaches of Gravity
to
understand that the pull beyond the night Planet
lost
in its ellipse
of rotation
The 10th
does
an
astronomical unit
called
AU.
Fathom the thought
of a very scientific theory.
Debris of Time
flotsam worth
nectar.
Nowhere to be
found.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
The King Tolstoy
Martin
was the name
and Tolstoy was first named Leo.
Also wrote a short story titled
A spark neglected
burns
;
had to Goodle it eventually--
says--
the house.
The wrong
of right
cannot be decimated
by the balance of power.
Or to explain a cartoon
which explicates
hung
of
a
session.
A side called
a new of gravity.
AU is, in fact, Astronomical Units
designed to measure near-infinite spaces.
The proposition that
there is
an
10th planet is rogue.
The debris of float
alternating an ellipse
seemingly
a higher pull from
above
than
Earthly
confirms to Laws of Gravity.
Thus the darkness yet holds
the nature of the beyond planets.
Or a whim
of fancy.
was the name
and Tolstoy was first named Leo.
Also wrote a short story titled
A spark neglected
burns
;
had to Goodle it eventually--
says--
the house.
The wrong
of right
cannot be decimated
by the balance of power.
Or to explain a cartoon
which explicates
hung
of
a
session.
A side called
a new of gravity.
AU is, in fact, Astronomical Units
designed to measure near-infinite spaces.
The proposition that
there is
an
10th planet is rogue.
The debris of float
alternating an ellipse
seemingly
a higher pull from
above
than
Earthly
confirms to Laws of Gravity.
Thus the darkness yet holds
the nature of the beyond planets.
Or a whim
of fancy.
Saturday, November 22, 2014
The Escape
Is dark to the unknown
never been never seen
as the
seed
which
grows.
The ball of the game
the game of the ball,
should the bullet sotp
before ir flies.
An intentional word
for
new'
sotp signs.
Laugh if we can.
never been never seen
as the
seed
which
grows.
The ball of the game
the game of the ball,
should the bullet sotp
before ir flies.
An intentional word
for
new'
sotp signs.
Laugh if we can.
The Journey to no where
To give back the due
as if
we
live
as
we
wish
not on the word of thought
or glory
of
morning joy.
The slides of jagged rocks and
a bus snaking
to the oblivion
of rocks.
The beat of rhythm
and the lull.
If there were
a space which
not being
fluid
escapes
the tide.
as if
we
live
as
we
wish
not on the word of thought
or glory
of
morning joy.
The slides of jagged rocks and
a bus snaking
to the oblivion
of rocks.
The beat of rhythm
and the lull.
If there were
a space which
not being
fluid
escapes
the tide.
A new edge
A denomination of statistics
a few play on word
its time scape quest.
The 90 against a faltering
45 or so
spiralling to a new game
of
conduit.
The 30 claimed
and the pride
of the
m
in
there
or where.
It is
a
new
camel
that
works in the hot sun
when
most people
are probably
waiting to do cruise.
The A is
between the 85 claimed
by
the other
not so other
and sliding
to
the thirty percent from far east.
a few play on word
its time scape quest.
The 90 against a faltering
45 or so
spiralling to a new game
of
conduit.
The 30 claimed
and the pride
of the
m
in
there
or where.
It is
a
new
camel
that
works in the hot sun
when
most people
are probably
waiting to do cruise.
The A is
between the 85 claimed
by
the other
not so other
and sliding
to
the thirty percent from far east.
2:18 WST
If Abdul
did party he did like
proud.
To be a Nawab was
class
enough
and get the extra x
in
listening
to
J
minus one.
The Ballards of modern times
the carnival
of desire.
did party he did like
proud.
To be a Nawab was
class
enough
and get the extra x
in
listening
to
J
minus one.
The Ballards of modern times
the carnival
of desire.
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Somebody lost
A LULLABY
to dent you to sleep
and
let leave that loss of kites
to
not your self
nor the Other.
The lost is
gone long
and no
sort of rude like underwear word
can
bring sleep
to
the keepers of fortune.
The blue is not spoken,
dare
not
whispered.
Lest
Oceans crumble or
Lava stop
machines will hold.
To tell
some non stories
of never lost or found people
to dent you to sleep
and
let leave that loss of kites
to
not your self
nor the Other.
The lost is
gone long
and no
sort of rude like underwear word
can
bring sleep
to
the keepers of fortune.
The blue is not spoken,
dare
not
whispered.
Lest
Oceans crumble or
Lava stop
machines will hold.
To tell
some non stories
of never lost or found people
An linguistic proposition
A' comes after or before nothing
or in the
order of Language
first in place.
Then do latter
like
I
for example.
As ditto to the
new avenues of
thought.
or in the
order of Language
first in place.
Then do latter
like
I
for example.
As ditto to the
new avenues of
thought.
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Never lost never found
The story of loss
never found nor gained
the shirt which did not have a front
on a nose
or some form of so called e connectivity.
The front is first
and the
underwear last.
The shirt comes in between
we
do not blow the drum of triumph when
the
sings have not been correct weight.
Correct weight, I mean.
Easy to take a time away
hard
to
give
little erasers like
tide of speed
locked
and done
no time to breathe
done
this beau
dream.
never found nor gained
the shirt which did not have a front
on a nose
or some form of so called e connectivity.
The front is first
and the
underwear last.
The shirt comes in between
we
do not blow the drum of triumph when
the
sings have not been correct weight.
Correct weight, I mean.
Easy to take a time away
hard
to
give
little erasers like
tide of speed
locked
and done
no time to breathe
done
this beau
dream.
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Little peoeple never read Gulliver
The tale of the Tub
In the land of ever lie
grew
a
flower.
The followers
followed
till
the
last pollen was gone
and they slept
after
some pain in the head
and others
in the gullet
or in the
back of their
bodies.
Gastro
Neuro
or a stroke of luck.
The cold is the war
and
repeat
is the massacre
but
who cares
about this mother world.
Can you change it?
In the land of ever lie
grew
a
flower.
The followers
followed
till
the
last pollen was gone
and they slept
after
some pain in the head
and others
in the gullet
or in the
back of their
bodies.
Gastro
Neuro
or a stroke of luck.
The cold is the war
and
repeat
is the massacre
but
who cares
about this mother world.
Can you change it?
Defined clearly
Language Post the so called cold war
which languishing in the hidden corridors
has emerged
anew
casting shadows and generating new sign.
Cold has a signification, not heard of before
as though
it never happened
and yet it rears its head as did that serpent of Nizam.
The ode is such;
there was an incident
the Mother of Pearls
did one fine day
decide to leave the palace.
The ramparts of the forts stood still
as she the mother of Fortune
shimmered in the dark.
Yet the sleeping guard
could not fathom the light.
He stood and asked,
What can I do?
The voice was clear,
Can your my dear Sir,let the gate open!
Unfathomed this question
had just the answer.
Dear Lady,
me a keeper
should not let anybody out.
But can I ask his
Highness if
this is
possible.
This were his possible last words
and
he repeated it
to a waking Prince
and was
answered with a swoosh.
The word was such
the soldier
never reported the permission to go
and she stood the keeper of fortune
at the gates
to
get
an answer from the
dead.
And this is how the
beginning of the end began.
She stayed but out of courtesy
to show that word counts.
A show of drama
and no questions asked.
It is a first evidence of no-flight
a root
of
Shirt-front.
Easy lies and half truths
if only one was lost
credibility could be
assigned
to
a company gone rouge.
Where can I search for the remnants of
somebody
down in
water
or air.
Ethereal spaces these the corridors
of
power
often corrupting and
misleading
like the serpent
and the
never lost
truth.
which languishing in the hidden corridors
has emerged
anew
casting shadows and generating new sign.
Cold has a signification, not heard of before
as though
it never happened
and yet it rears its head as did that serpent of Nizam.
The ode is such;
there was an incident
the Mother of Pearls
did one fine day
decide to leave the palace.
The ramparts of the forts stood still
as she the mother of Fortune
shimmered in the dark.
Yet the sleeping guard
could not fathom the light.
He stood and asked,
What can I do?
The voice was clear,
Can your my dear Sir,let the gate open!
Unfathomed this question
had just the answer.
Dear Lady,
me a keeper
should not let anybody out.
But can I ask his
Highness if
this is
possible.
This were his possible last words
and
he repeated it
to a waking Prince
and was
answered with a swoosh.
The word was such
the soldier
never reported the permission to go
and she stood the keeper of fortune
at the gates
to
get
an answer from the
dead.
And this is how the
beginning of the end began.
She stayed but out of courtesy
to show that word counts.
A show of drama
and no questions asked.
It is a first evidence of no-flight
a root
of
Shirt-front.
Easy lies and half truths
if only one was lost
credibility could be
assigned
to
a company gone rouge.
Where can I search for the remnants of
somebody
down in
water
or air.
Ethereal spaces these the corridors
of
power
often corrupting and
misleading
like the serpent
and the
never lost
truth.
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Light reading from me fave text
Ms Cath's (2010) text,pg 114-5 is thus;
Poet
Dance floor
11:45 pm
Maybe
A good light read and
also
a new
font introduced
in text.
Refer to Graffiti Moon.
Poet
Dance floor
11:45 pm
Maybe
A good light read and
also
a new
font introduced
in text.
Refer to Graffiti Moon.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Different
The Universe is a limit of possibilities
not forsaken lands
or
myths but reflections of shadows.
I shall allow the text to be very light now,
like poking fun at some brazen ideas and zany probes.
Like reflection
of
images from Poems.
First is the spot of the Kohinoor
a
finest
Gem
created
of dust and gold.
Finesse was the first name
and
knowledge
its
soul.
Gurus have spoken from
word.
This construct called Language
and yes it is.
Different.
not forsaken lands
or
myths but reflections of shadows.
I shall allow the text to be very light now,
like poking fun at some brazen ideas and zany probes.
Like reflection
of
images from Poems.
First is the spot of the Kohinoor
a
finest
Gem
created
of dust and gold.
Finesse was the first name
and
knowledge
its
soul.
Gurus have spoken from
word.
This construct called Language
and yes it is.
Different.
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Lost Links
If as, the space was not infinity nor time bound by laws of Economics this new Walden experiment will create chaos of a New Romantic Age theory of planned resistance.
Like, the burden of Shelley and the wind.
A protest movement, withheld its change hidden in wings
to
portray an half image
from
the debris
of
the lost link.
It is an impertinent question;
allright:
can symphony match speed of light
the sun's rays reach
various corners of Universe.
Likewise, the rate of symmetry depends on t/s
so
the rate of divisions can be an appropriate measurement of that eon
and
not
a deductive analysis of truth.
Like, the burden of Shelley and the wind.
A protest movement, withheld its change hidden in wings
to
portray an half image
from
the debris
of
the lost link.
It is an impertinent question;
allright:
can symphony match speed of light
the sun's rays reach
various corners of Universe.
Likewise, the rate of symmetry depends on t/s
so
the rate of divisions can be an appropriate measurement of that eon
and
not
a deductive analysis of truth.
Saturday, October 18, 2014
The way we deal
Always loaded
in a way
to suit us
such that
the
big looks bigger and small smaller
time of tide
or whims of fancy.
The tide is not set
nor the waves told.
Neither waters settled
or clouds burst
wings of loss
and fangs secret.
Is the slithery way
door to escape
or a false
offer
to
drop at the door
for your freedom.
Ram books with
your learning
if
you
care.
in a way
to suit us
such that
the
big looks bigger and small smaller
time of tide
or whims of fancy.
The tide is not set
nor the waves told.
Neither waters settled
or clouds burst
wings of loss
and fangs secret.
Is the slithery way
door to escape
or a false
offer
to
drop at the door
for your freedom.
Ram books with
your learning
if
you
care.
Friday, October 17, 2014
Kristeva quote
Therefore:
"Kisteva, sees the text as an unleashing of unconscious, a liberation of innovative, instinctual discourse from traditional communicative language'';
This liberation by breaking of the social contract, uncovers a socio-political function; refuses to grant homogeneity and self-reference to what is rational transcendent discourses of a logical self.; a freedom from social structure where communicative conservatism via linguistic mores and dominated by denotation and logically linked propositions restrict and maintain rational discourses as it is and thus implicitly profess political conservatism.
However, each literary text, its objectivity and repetition of subjects from the domain of linguistic/social dimension has to support the privileged position of an unitary self.
This is the axis of communicative discourse which negates the subject's needs for change to accommodate unorthodox metaphors. Since, negation and change of being essentials of this Unconventional stand of Signification, the text operates by creating a new language, refusing grounding of thought,by highlighting connotations and thus churning rhythmical patterns which undermine logical processes and largely refer to ideological stances.
This production of Instinctual discourse, explains partly the privilege of the subject in Art and Literature.
Tr handwritten notes.
"Kisteva, sees the text as an unleashing of unconscious, a liberation of innovative, instinctual discourse from traditional communicative language'';
This liberation by breaking of the social contract, uncovers a socio-political function; refuses to grant homogeneity and self-reference to what is rational transcendent discourses of a logical self.; a freedom from social structure where communicative conservatism via linguistic mores and dominated by denotation and logically linked propositions restrict and maintain rational discourses as it is and thus implicitly profess political conservatism.
However, each literary text, its objectivity and repetition of subjects from the domain of linguistic/social dimension has to support the privileged position of an unitary self.
This is the axis of communicative discourse which negates the subject's needs for change to accommodate unorthodox metaphors. Since, negation and change of being essentials of this Unconventional stand of Signification, the text operates by creating a new language, refusing grounding of thought,by highlighting connotations and thus churning rhythmical patterns which undermine logical processes and largely refer to ideological stances.
This production of Instinctual discourse, explains partly the privilege of the subject in Art and Literature.
Tr handwritten notes.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
A text to share..
The idea has to be new or Novel.
That is how an text is consumed as a literary artefact.
I have applauded, the Gems of pens
and this Author is very worthy of Admiration.
Graffiti Moon is the text
and Ms Crowley is the creator of this
masterpiece.
Quote the cover;
'' an artist, a dreamer, a long, mean night''.....
''Let me make it in time . Let me meet Shadow.
The guy who paints in the dark. Paints birds trapped on brick walls and people lost
in ghost forests. Paints guys with grass growing from their hearts and girls with buzzing lawn mowers.''.....
Pan MacMillan Australia
Text copyright Cath Crowley 2010.
That is how an text is consumed as a literary artefact.
I have applauded, the Gems of pens
and this Author is very worthy of Admiration.
Graffiti Moon is the text
and Ms Crowley is the creator of this
masterpiece.
Quote the cover;
'' an artist, a dreamer, a long, mean night''.....
''Let me make it in time . Let me meet Shadow.
The guy who paints in the dark. Paints birds trapped on brick walls and people lost
in ghost forests. Paints guys with grass growing from their hearts and girls with buzzing lawn mowers.''.....
Pan MacMillan Australia
Text copyright Cath Crowley 2010.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
A Study of Literary Politics
In the domain of Language construct,different time zomes have a special code ingrained which cannot be defined as singularly positioned concepts.
For clear explication let us consider what will be the ShirtGate scandal for years. Neither does our PM lack support or social connect, nor does his office regale with idle talk.
Our concept or the basic sign is a proposition that this will be the probably the most honest question
suggested to be open question worthy clarification, as a mark of respect for people.
It, the ShirtGate,is not a misnomer it is a question which seeks answers. And we do host well.
Well we also celebrate a literary win and also not forget Tolstoy.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Happy Tuesday
Time is of essence
real and Real
as opposed to a Bloody Monday
when
so many lives were submerged
into the abyss of
true time
and have
left questions and quest behind.
Unashamed and unabashed
Abdul in tandem with time across some hundred years
did the same.
Left behind Monday
and celebrated Tuesday
as a time of
pure trust and
bliss, perhaps love as well.
When the kites flew
the colors diminished into a formation of
surreal images
as
they
disappeared.
It was not unusual to see the kites flying off the hook
and then to
see the lot take off
all at one time and disappear into
oblivion
was rare.
The time not to worry
was
far ahead.
Because Abdul mirrored Ashli
and it happened
all over again.
That was then
now is Is.
real and Real
as opposed to a Bloody Monday
when
so many lives were submerged
into the abyss of
true time
and have
left questions and quest behind.
Unashamed and unabashed
Abdul in tandem with time across some hundred years
did the same.
Left behind Monday
and celebrated Tuesday
as a time of
pure trust and
bliss, perhaps love as well.
When the kites flew
the colors diminished into a formation of
surreal images
as
they
disappeared.
It was not unusual to see the kites flying off the hook
and then to
see the lot take off
all at one time and disappear into
oblivion
was rare.
The time not to worry
was
far ahead.
Because Abdul mirrored Ashli
and it happened
all over again.
That was then
now is Is.
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Now a beauty(Edited)
STRINDBERG,PG 623,Worthen WB,1996,1998.
MISS J: It must be terrible to be poor.
JE.. ( With exaggerated intensity. ) Oh, Miss J! You don't know! A dog can lie on the sofa with his mistress, a horse can have its nose stroked by the hand of countess....
Tr Edit;
MISS J: It must be terrible to be poor.
JE.. ( With exaggerated intensity. ) Oh, Miss J! You don't know! A dog can lie on the sofa with his mistress, a horse can have its nose stroked by the hand of countess....
Tr Edit;
Well blind people cannot differentiate color
The fact follows
truth
not
conspiracy
This Moon
is Red.
truth
not
conspiracy
This Moon
is Red.
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Pastness
The term Intertextuality was coined by Julia Kristeva in the 1990's,deriving itself from the Bakhtin's conception of the dialogic discourse.
Sassurean Linguistics,however brings in the Science of consideration of the Utterance in this digital age and parallel with the texts learnt by the utterer.
Some times most blank poems convey
more meaning
than
playful ones.
GB Shaw in his Idea plays represents historical figures in modern social conditions with an element of providing a location to the Gyre in time and space context.
The Wasteland fragments the Intertextual elements of Quotation, Allusion, Echo, Parody are Lingusitic modes of personal intuitive reading into a text which contains aesthetic objectivity.Not to forget Roland Barthes' Death of the Reader or the Tr conception of the Death of the Writer.
Kant, the German philosopher writes in his seminal work Naturgeist..
(Tr side notes thank German for big water Glasses, I am always thirsty)..
"The beautiful arises from the perceived harmony of an object, weather sight or sound, with the inborn and constitutive rules of the judgement and imagination: and is always intuitive"
Tr interpretation,...
Kant asserts that the natural agreement by the pre-established harmony between nature and human mind. As per Coleridge,,the premium of Romantics, the intention of sense aligned with that of reason and synthetic faculty of imagination evokes beauty as a characteristic of object with no subjective ground, it being replaced by the Naturgeist, which erases the difference between subject and object.
In the text a History of Modern Criticism,pg 160,".....beauty is the mediator between truth and feeling, the head and the heart, a silent communion of the spirit with the Spirit of Nature....".
Well let me not dwell on the present.(Tr closing notes)
Sassurean Linguistics,however brings in the Science of consideration of the Utterance in this digital age and parallel with the texts learnt by the utterer.
Some times most blank poems convey
more meaning
than
playful ones.
GB Shaw in his Idea plays represents historical figures in modern social conditions with an element of providing a location to the Gyre in time and space context.
The Wasteland fragments the Intertextual elements of Quotation, Allusion, Echo, Parody are Lingusitic modes of personal intuitive reading into a text which contains aesthetic objectivity.Not to forget Roland Barthes' Death of the Reader or the Tr conception of the Death of the Writer.
Kant, the German philosopher writes in his seminal work Naturgeist..
(Tr side notes thank German for big water Glasses, I am always thirsty)..
"The beautiful arises from the perceived harmony of an object, weather sight or sound, with the inborn and constitutive rules of the judgement and imagination: and is always intuitive"
Tr interpretation,...
Kant asserts that the natural agreement by the pre-established harmony between nature and human mind. As per Coleridge,,the premium of Romantics, the intention of sense aligned with that of reason and synthetic faculty of imagination evokes beauty as a characteristic of object with no subjective ground, it being replaced by the Naturgeist, which erases the difference between subject and object.
In the text a History of Modern Criticism,pg 160,".....beauty is the mediator between truth and feeling, the head and the heart, a silent communion of the spirit with the Spirit of Nature....".
Well let me not dwell on the present.(Tr closing notes)
Sunday, October 5, 2014
A gift to me readers
Nothing special but a blurb from Ingmar Barman twin flicks.
Copyright Faber and Faber Limited,1991.
The Seventh Seal translated from the Swedish by Lars Malmstorm and David Kushner:
The Seventh Seal is an allegorical study set in plague-ridden medieval Sweden. A knight is travelling
with his squire back to his castle and on the way he meets, among others, the figure of Death. He challenges Death to a game of chess in order to delay the inevitable end.
Max von Sydow gives a memorable performance as the doubt -ridden knight and Gunmar Bjornstrand has exactly the right amount of cynicism as the good-natured squire.
One of the most remarkable things about Wild Strawberries is that it was praised not only by those critics who had already championed Bergman's work,but also by those who had previously doubted his claim to greatness.
In this film, Bergman's obsessive search for truth and the meaning of life behind the façade of daily existence is masterfully developed through the memories, dreams and nightmares of a 78-year-old doctor, marvellously portrayed by Victor Sjostrom.
Blurb cover done by Cathy Larsen.
Copyright Faber and Faber Limited,1991.
The Seventh Seal translated from the Swedish by Lars Malmstorm and David Kushner:
The Seventh Seal is an allegorical study set in plague-ridden medieval Sweden. A knight is travelling
with his squire back to his castle and on the way he meets, among others, the figure of Death. He challenges Death to a game of chess in order to delay the inevitable end.
Max von Sydow gives a memorable performance as the doubt -ridden knight and Gunmar Bjornstrand has exactly the right amount of cynicism as the good-natured squire.
One of the most remarkable things about Wild Strawberries is that it was praised not only by those critics who had already championed Bergman's work,but also by those who had previously doubted his claim to greatness.
In this film, Bergman's obsessive search for truth and the meaning of life behind the façade of daily existence is masterfully developed through the memories, dreams and nightmares of a 78-year-old doctor, marvellously portrayed by Victor Sjostrom.
Blurb cover done by Cathy Larsen.
Saturday, October 4, 2014
The Osho Post
L
O
V
E
love;
A different kind of
place
maybe beyond
Mars
but
yet bliss.
Moments are described by Osho
which escapes the natural narrative but
the soul Is
S
H
I
V
A.
Therefore beyond description.
A gem
played
out
a
prayer
for peace
Immortal O
S
H
O.
O
V
E
love;
A different kind of
place
maybe beyond
Mars
but
yet bliss.
Moments are described by Osho
which escapes the natural narrative but
the soul Is
S
H
I
V
A.
Therefore beyond description.
A gem
played
out
a
prayer
for peace
Immortal O
S
H
O.
Celebrating Dusshera,The Victory of Good over Evil with Osho
Teacher without Boundaries, a true speaker and Saint of Love.
Opposed to the Idea that people opt to kill
he spoke beyond
domains
of
the rule of law
called in other words the construction of language
in a petition to
the Court of Law.
The words must be worded
and all meta information
concealed
This he opposed and hence called
Osho.
Celebrating a thing
named
LIFE>
Opposed to the Idea that people opt to kill
he spoke beyond
domains
of
the rule of law
called in other words the construction of language
in a petition to
the Court of Law.
The words must be worded
and all meta information
concealed
This he opposed and hence called
Osho.
Celebrating a thing
named
LIFE>
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
True to my calling--Edited Now
Quote Barnwell,page 525;The Harcourt Brace Anthology of Drama,SECOND EDITION,W. B. Worthen, Northewest University,Copyright @ 1996,1993
Expiring saint!! Oh, murdered, martyred uncle!.........(Note the lower case...)Tr notes
Lift up your dying eyes, and view your nephew in your murderer.
Oh, do not look so tenderly upon me.! Let indignation lighten from your eyes, and blast me ere you die.
By heaven,, he weeps in pity of my woes. Tears, fears, for the blood!. The murdered, in the agonies
of death, weeps for his murderer!
Oh, speak your pious purpose, pronounce my pardon then,
and take me with you !-- He would but cannot,--
Oh,why, with such fond affection do you press my murdering hand!
What!will you kiss me!
LILLO THE LONDON MERCHANT.
Expiring saint!! Oh, murdered, martyred uncle!.........(Note the lower case...)Tr notes
Lift up your dying eyes, and view your nephew in your murderer.
Oh, do not look so tenderly upon me.! Let indignation lighten from your eyes, and blast me ere you die.
By heaven,, he weeps in pity of my woes. Tears, fears, for the blood!. The murdered, in the agonies
of death, weeps for his murderer!
Oh, speak your pious purpose, pronounce my pardon then,
and take me with you !-- He would but cannot,--
Oh,why, with such fond affection do you press my murdering hand!
What!will you kiss me!
LILLO THE LONDON MERCHANT.
Always Creative
Starts with an remote Intertext called Haider
never seen it
just read the Blurb
but trust my Bro to do the job.
The reviews are great
a winner
opposing Bang Bang.
But what is Haider the Bollywood flick all about,
an Intertext.
The Bard again
reworking his magic up the plains of
Kash
a sign
of Signification.
Do we need Signs
of the lost kites to explicate
the loss of fundamental
beliefs.
To say
we know it.
never seen it
just read the Blurb
but trust my Bro to do the job.
The reviews are great
a winner
opposing Bang Bang.
But what is Haider the Bollywood flick all about,
an Intertext.
The Bard again
reworking his magic up the plains of
Kash
a sign
of Signification.
Do we need Signs
of the lost kites to explicate
the loss of fundamental
beliefs.
To say
we know it.
Monday, September 29, 2014
How Karma works
It works in strange ways,connecting Time and Space and Eons or Epochs.
Let us at this time make no mistake.
We are not alone in this Universe.
This moot point has to be explicated textually
A Queen is celebrating her Karma
another one bites the dust
in a far off land
biding time.
A tryst with
lack of knowledge
or the Idea that Space and Time
is real
can lead to such disastrous results.
Amma waiting for her followers to redeem herself.
But is it not that she served the cause of a million
but lost herself in the din of humdrum
a Saint distracted
now a subject of Witchhunt.
Abdul knew it all
he played in the backyards
of the Shahis.
The logic was simple
get going we need that
was the command.
Now Abdul was such poet
that he preferred to regale the
people with story
and time
that he always ducked out
or created a joke on the battlefield
when he was given the opportunity
thus creating a joke out of War and little battles.
So he was never welcome to fight on the frontlines except in certain circumstances
his consideration of the moments of Barrets' would serve ,
as anticlimax on the day when the crew on all sides were too tired to fight
and wanted Peace.
Let us at this time make no mistake.
We are not alone in this Universe.
This moot point has to be explicated textually
A Queen is celebrating her Karma
another one bites the dust
in a far off land
biding time.
A tryst with
lack of knowledge
or the Idea that Space and Time
is real
can lead to such disastrous results.
Amma waiting for her followers to redeem herself.
But is it not that she served the cause of a million
but lost herself in the din of humdrum
a Saint distracted
now a subject of Witchhunt.
Abdul knew it all
he played in the backyards
of the Shahis.
The logic was simple
get going we need that
was the command.
Now Abdul was such poet
that he preferred to regale the
people with story
and time
that he always ducked out
or created a joke on the battlefield
when he was given the opportunity
thus creating a joke out of War and little battles.
So he was never welcome to fight on the frontlines except in certain circumstances
his consideration of the moments of Barrets' would serve ,
as anticlimax on the day when the crew on all sides were too tired to fight
and wanted Peace.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
My blog
Yes,a creative enterprise.
True that I work for my company and am self employed relief.
I have an agenda as well.
I understand music.
I love freedom and hate war.
I read.
I write and rewrite
the only way to protect my text
my sublime arrows
an entrepreneur
for Peace.
True that I work for my company and am self employed relief.
I have an agenda as well.
I understand music.
I love freedom and hate war.
I read.
I write and rewrite
the only way to protect my text
my sublime arrows
an entrepreneur
for Peace.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
The Second Coming;A discourse on Yeats
Intertexts are real.
The fact that Ban Ki Moon has suggested that we are now living in a somewhat fractured society.
He quotes part of Yeats to push for world Peace.
The fact that some people wake up to kill or die is just not the domain of civil society.
Yet it happens
Ignorance bleeds the worms of fear
fear opens the can of nerves
and a burst of bullets.
The protest from Pacifists is on.
The peom by Yeats is a post-modern text
written for the future
to explicate modes of possible human behaviour in times
Yet it happens
Readers never know the sign of --gyre--
nor seek to understand
neither know how to.
The Protest for Peace is on.
The sign is both internal and on the exterior
facing infinite space
the bliss is there and
the source of it all.
What the Hallidron experiment will do is possibly this;
bombard the God Particle
resulting in the creation of high energy particles in the space of a vacuum bubble
enveloping space,time and distance as they merge along.
The opposite of the Big Bang,
the little thrust.
And Kudos to India for developing
astute tech to probe Mars.
Can anyone please
tell us what happened when Abdul
took to the sky.
The fact that Ban Ki Moon has suggested that we are now living in a somewhat fractured society.
He quotes part of Yeats to push for world Peace.
The fact that some people wake up to kill or die is just not the domain of civil society.
Yet it happens
Ignorance bleeds the worms of fear
fear opens the can of nerves
and a burst of bullets.
The protest from Pacifists is on.
The peom by Yeats is a post-modern text
written for the future
to explicate modes of possible human behaviour in times
Yet it happens
Readers never know the sign of --gyre--
nor seek to understand
neither know how to.
The Protest for Peace is on.
The sign is both internal and on the exterior
facing infinite space
the bliss is there and
the source of it all.
What the Hallidron experiment will do is possibly this;
bombard the God Particle
resulting in the creation of high energy particles in the space of a vacuum bubble
enveloping space,time and distance as they merge along.
The opposite of the Big Bang,
the little thrust.
And Kudos to India for developing
astute tech to probe Mars.
Can anyone please
tell us what happened when Abdul
took to the sky.
Ben Johnson
A critic
of his own mind
a take for
an opinion
A thinker valued
a peer of The Bard of Avon
for the
work of the finest category
of Art
when sifting through
and findings the Gems.
However Abdul was a timeless
Dreamer
an inventor of Ideas
of places to go
or redream of.
of his own mind
a take for
an opinion
A thinker valued
a peer of The Bard of Avon
for the
work of the finest category
of Art
when sifting through
and findings the Gems.
However Abdul was a timeless
Dreamer
an inventor of Ideas
of places to go
or redream of.
A few urgent agendas explicated
First is the belief that there is a constellation with a Black hole;
then the presumption of a vital truth
of a Mr Hawkings
theory of truth
of an impossible yet possible collision
of particles
A bubble
of the black
hole
and
a political polarization
of the worst kind;
a lie which
can be asked of all media
were all reports true.
Also called Shiv Bhagwan Shiv
not
discriminatory.
Either way you start
from infinity to zero
or the Big Bang and the creation
of energy from same.
Intertexts sway the imaginative faculties
dreams played out
fancies carried out
music relayed on.
Like Ban Ki Moon
quoting what can be
a piece from
the
poem.
'Things fall Apart'
Second comes a Tribute
for the most important people
of my existence
My Parents.
Thirdly the way we think
is not an individual prerogative
it is Community
based;
I will not forget
Francis Bacon at this point
in the way our Ideas begin.
they take a boost
from
creativechallengesofsharingideas.
then the presumption of a vital truth
of a Mr Hawkings
theory of truth
of an impossible yet possible collision
of particles
A bubble
of the black
hole
and
a political polarization
of the worst kind;
a lie which
can be asked of all media
were all reports true.
Also called Shiv Bhagwan Shiv
not
discriminatory.
Either way you start
from infinity to zero
or the Big Bang and the creation
of energy from same.
Intertexts sway the imaginative faculties
dreams played out
fancies carried out
music relayed on.
Like Ban Ki Moon
quoting what can be
a piece from
the
poem.
'Things fall Apart'
Second comes a Tribute
for the most important people
of my existence
My Parents.
Thirdly the way we think
is not an individual prerogative
it is Community
based;
I will not forget
Francis Bacon at this point
in the way our Ideas begin.
they take a boost
from
creativechallengesofsharingideas.
Friday, July 25, 2014
The Legacy
From the linear to the wavelength nature of light seeps another sequence.
The loss of space.
It is afterall a creative desire to construct a less known fact
into a well woven rattling
of fancy
which helps when
the truth is clouded
as was when in that age of the Nizamian;
he slipped a mechanical toy
to jump and beep as well walk
to scare
the hoots of a
novice.
But Abdul was no novice.
He took a train of kites
away
and also the fable.
THE KOHINOOREE
The loss of space.
It is afterall a creative desire to construct a less known fact
into a well woven rattling
of fancy
which helps when
the truth is clouded
as was when in that age of the Nizamian;
he slipped a mechanical toy
to jump and beep as well walk
to scare
the hoots of a
novice.
But Abdul was no novice.
He took a train of kites
away
and also the fable.
THE KOHINOOREE
Not two but three theories
The Opening of The Kernel
The words of Conrad.
This was a new scale of discourse thou
one which did not speak of itself
nor lied.
The King of yore
was magnificent
he sought and bought
a Gem of an idea.
Abdul can fly;
The snake slithers but not for real.
The poet had a lover.
The Harem was real.
The Paan was stale
The tale was born.
Never thou,eat or spit out,
since thou are a King
or spill secrets in the bin.
But it did occur,thrice in a framework from
the last months thought
like the lone witness
of the truth.
Of the Lie
a beautiful supposition happened
the snake was a mechanical device
to shock a shift of timeframe.
From the real to flow of Consciousness.
People lied but the walls spoke.
It was pure sound and light.
The shams and rocks spoke of a variety of deeds.
Some false some pure melodies.
The birth of a dawn or swell of desire.
The flight of Abdul of the wings
in that province of Eiderabad.
An Intertext.
The words of Conrad.
This was a new scale of discourse thou
one which did not speak of itself
nor lied.
The King of yore
was magnificent
he sought and bought
a Gem of an idea.
Abdul can fly;
The snake slithers but not for real.
The poet had a lover.
The Harem was real.
The Paan was stale
The tale was born.
Never thou,eat or spit out,
since thou are a King
or spill secrets in the bin.
But it did occur,thrice in a framework from
the last months thought
like the lone witness
of the truth.
Of the Lie
a beautiful supposition happened
the snake was a mechanical device
to shock a shift of timeframe.
From the real to flow of Consciousness.
People lied but the walls spoke.
It was pure sound and light.
The shams and rocks spoke of a variety of deeds.
Some false some pure melodies.
The birth of a dawn or swell of desire.
The flight of Abdul of the wings
in that province of Eiderabad.
An Intertext.
Friday, July 11, 2014
What is this Intertext about?
This is a Literary theory coined by Kristeva,propounded by various exponents of The theory of Sign and Signification or in other words the Science of Language or Sassure's Theory of Language.
The more important element is the connect of time and space;both in capitals,but here symbolically drawn short for ease of clarity.
The fact,that following 24hrs;two things happened:
Some sighting of Kites happened; in upper case here because Intertexts need referential time frames.
A signal was recorded in some two Observatories;pictures present a flare of colours and boom of silver lining.
The moon man spoke of a yonder world.
And finally,from my perch I see
the flights ducking in
color;note the loss of the vowel
as they buzz past
strikingly similar to the
neon blueredpurple and streaming white light.
I though imagine a new world
in tar-less world
of flying kites
and some connect
with the other
Galaxy.
But in text there is the possibility of Imagine.
In short,GOW holds one example, in my reading, a peak of his Creative genius in this Gem of an Intertext.
A band plays at a funeral and the song played by them, in its time and right, was about the pining of a beloved or a romantic interlude in a known film.
Two points need to be highlighted here:
a)Rarity in Indian cinema to show the celebrative aspect of death ceremonies which are normally very sombre,the use of a brass band and lyrics to reverse the relationship of metaphor by linking the pining of a lover as a expression of love for the departed.
b)The potrayal over a scale of time which covers a fair bit of space.
In short this work will present such instances of
reading and writing
which will give Abdul fire to tell his story.
The boat and the flight
in between stories of Durbars and
star spangled lovers
amid the harem
this little Intertext.
The more important element is the connect of time and space;both in capitals,but here symbolically drawn short for ease of clarity.
The fact,that following 24hrs;two things happened:
Some sighting of Kites happened; in upper case here because Intertexts need referential time frames.
A signal was recorded in some two Observatories;pictures present a flare of colours and boom of silver lining.
The moon man spoke of a yonder world.
And finally,from my perch I see
the flights ducking in
color;note the loss of the vowel
as they buzz past
strikingly similar to the
neon blueredpurple and streaming white light.
I though imagine a new world
in tar-less world
of flying kites
and some connect
with the other
Galaxy.
But in text there is the possibility of Imagine.
In short,GOW holds one example, in my reading, a peak of his Creative genius in this Gem of an Intertext.
A band plays at a funeral and the song played by them, in its time and right, was about the pining of a beloved or a romantic interlude in a known film.
Two points need to be highlighted here:
a)Rarity in Indian cinema to show the celebrative aspect of death ceremonies which are normally very sombre,the use of a brass band and lyrics to reverse the relationship of metaphor by linking the pining of a lover as a expression of love for the departed.
b)The potrayal over a scale of time which covers a fair bit of space.
In short this work will present such instances of
reading and writing
which will give Abdul fire to tell his story.
The boat and the flight
in between stories of Durbars and
star spangled lovers
amid the harem
this little Intertext.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
It Hurts
It hurts to be good, sometimes, because there is so much mindless anger put on display.
Are we as a whole, coming from a referential axis of mindless emotional turmoil; driven by extremes
of crisis such that killing becomes random.
I argue,the other way round.
Random or trysts with sky or space is a feature of love
or for fact not in the sphere of gun toting or gas smearing
rouges
who were never born in the first place
are dull images of hazy deeds
and still not comprehending
nothing.
Love happens in groups
killing perhaps in countless ways
and yet free thought or right of Knowledge
fair and engaging is only held under
the banner of Literary Pursuits.
Hobbies in Alternative Culture,free-reading, rectangular and prismatic thinking are some areas which
are domains of Love.
It hurts to read this time frame
which shows some people
are shadows of none.
Are we as a whole, coming from a referential axis of mindless emotional turmoil; driven by extremes
of crisis such that killing becomes random.
I argue,the other way round.
Random or trysts with sky or space is a feature of love
or for fact not in the sphere of gun toting or gas smearing
rouges
who were never born in the first place
are dull images of hazy deeds
and still not comprehending
nothing.
Love happens in groups
killing perhaps in countless ways
and yet free thought or right of Knowledge
fair and engaging is only held under
the banner of Literary Pursuits.
Hobbies in Alternative Culture,free-reading, rectangular and prismatic thinking are some areas which
are domains of Love.
It hurts to read this time frame
which shows some people
are shadows of none.
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
The Ultimate Truth or an lnconvienient Lie
Of course, no text on Intertextuality can ignore such a non-scientific cause.The landing on the Moon.\;Still contested and debatable.And it repeats its cycle now.
The times of the kites flight was a non-scientific cause.The scene was away, far set, from a non-imaginative time.This was pure Bliss,the taking of the wings.
Much closer,no sign of any denizens off the sky or the growth of liberal movements under the banner of a so called Back to Nature regimen which will plead to Chicago a basic request.
What are You doin Mate;
tRIGGER happy
Ignore the twitch; in Firaq or Hackhicago.
And listen to the next forty years of fun.
The times of the kites flight was a non-scientific cause.The scene was away, far set, from a non-imaginative time.This was pure Bliss,the taking of the wings.
Much closer,no sign of any denizens off the sky or the growth of liberal movements under the banner of a so called Back to Nature regimen which will plead to Chicago a basic request.
What are You doin Mate;
tRIGGER happy
Ignore the twitch; in Firaq or Hackhicago.
And listen to the next forty years of fun.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
The Literature of Politics
The greatest of discourse in sub-continental context must refer to Pandit Nehru,his travels and the comment that none can encompass in word or meta-language the space of this land. An approximation is gleaned from reading the texts of EM Forester and his Passage to India.The gist is thus,the real East is a metaphor which escapes a grounding of finite meaning or closure in text.Therefore, an acute observation of the statesman which stated that this land and its various means can perhaps be covered by a lone traveller or team simply is impossible or not yet written because of its space.
The diversity is yet to be deciphered to every observer and is true to the fact of time and space motion.
Unpredictable and wobbly,time as flow.
This the Politics of India.
The move to move 4 year courses to shorter was started in the last Shining India campaign.
The time after Eiderabad celebrated its 400 years in great fashion.
Then at a place where we study they brought an unnecessary discourse which then burnt in rage of nothing,celebrating the loss of a story and consolidation of dreams.Both,literally and metaphorically one event was spaced by the other by a margin of some three hundred and ninety odd years.
The Paan which was made by her.
Or the mechanical tail of the vicious serpent which both reared and glowed at the slightest move around years when weather was warm.
The diversity is yet to be deciphered to every observer and is true to the fact of time and space motion.
Unpredictable and wobbly,time as flow.
This the Politics of India.
The move to move 4 year courses to shorter was started in the last Shining India campaign.
The time after Eiderabad celebrated its 400 years in great fashion.
Then at a place where we study they brought an unnecessary discourse which then burnt in rage of nothing,celebrating the loss of a story and consolidation of dreams.Both,literally and metaphorically one event was spaced by the other by a margin of some three hundred and ninety odd years.
The Paan which was made by her.
Or the mechanical tail of the vicious serpent which both reared and glowed at the slightest move around years when weather was warm.
Monday, May 19, 2014
T
T for trending on micro space and zoning into non deciphered time zones.
T for trench coat.
T for the essential Being of Truth.
That which poetry muses
and repeated itself in the flight of a winged metamorphosis
in that Grand Durbar of the man taking wings,
and kites following suit.
In all, everybody was astounded,
one man laughs in His court,
he then splits sides;
wings appear
they sprout
and take off.
It all goes back to the pain of the Tail
or the Tale of the Paan.
T for trench coat.
T for the essential Being of Truth.
That which poetry muses
and repeated itself in the flight of a winged metamorphosis
in that Grand Durbar of the man taking wings,
and kites following suit.
In all, everybody was astounded,
one man laughs in His court,
he then splits sides;
wings appear
they sprout
and take off.
It all goes back to the pain of the Tail
or the Tale of the Paan.
Heroism
Great heroes die unsung
sung are those who live
to be called Heroes.
Some face bravely the
bullets,swords and noose
to die unflinchingly when
death beckons them.
Others escape from
men,beast and animals
to be called heroes.
Let me have only a few
unsung heroes.
sung are those who live
to be called Heroes.
Some face bravely the
bullets,swords and noose
to die unflinchingly when
death beckons them.
Others escape from
men,beast and animals
to be called heroes.
Let me have only a few
unsung heroes.
Saturday, May 3, 2014
Stillness
Could I stop the flowing ebb of time
and bring everything to a standstill
maybe then many could see the
harsh face of humanity.
With time they to do move
as fast as as the retreating monsoon
seeing everything as a moving landscape
and yet being unmoved.
This fast pace proves unerring
making reality relative to reality
what they see they turn blind too
what is there to see,they never do.
See they Kaladiescopic images
broken,embittered,battered pieces
as a beautiful creative whole.
Well,let my my sight fail.
Many say Action makes wonders,
inaction blunders,movement thunders
stillness darkness,but poor me questions
What is action what inaction.
and bring everything to a standstill
maybe then many could see the
harsh face of humanity.
With time they to do move
as fast as as the retreating monsoon
seeing everything as a moving landscape
and yet being unmoved.
This fast pace proves unerring
making reality relative to reality
what they see they turn blind too
what is there to see,they never do.
See they Kaladiescopic images
broken,embittered,battered pieces
as a beautiful creative whole.
Well,let my my sight fail.
Many say Action makes wonders,
inaction blunders,movement thunders
stillness darkness,but poor me questions
What is action what inaction.
Saba and Abdul
Poles apart were two of the five in question for this story.Abdul was the only one who could split sides and make paper planes of people.Saba was an unholy monk.The Nizam ruled.
That day the sun beamed at normal range.The crowd had assembled for the morning durbar.Throngs mounted the hills to see what never in dreams thought of.
The children just brought out paper kites to match,or try and reach the winged one.
It was simple.The metamorphosis was an reactive response to the question from a dull artist.Ribs spawned wings.Wings grew from ribs and floated.The idea that floats gained credence.Then two things happened ;one the flight of the body caused a crisis.The kites did ditto.
Fly was what was in each of the mind of onlookers in that open durbar of the Nizam.To witness a span of wings sprouting was promising enough,but to view the flapping and flight of a real person who was just before not known enough was real.The kids matched the energy of the flying wonder.They just brought out the kites and strings.Fly with the skier was the motto and that morning a wonder yonder in blue sky.
The man took off,flew in circles and in oblivious fashion.Up and down, high low left middle or astray.Zoom zoom wah wah.People down there looked up in awe of the man gone boom and high.Abdul stayed calm till the event took a turn for the worse.He thought that the wings were unreal and spawned from a trick of the big boss.That that serpent was the tail of pearl or glimpse of fear were tested by him when he spent time with the maker of dreams.It was beyond his logic to mean his words caused a man to fly and take off random to somewhere.He was not disturbed by this and in tact enjoyed the moment.He takes off,I am that fuel and all is fine.The ruler looks and admires this distraction created by words.The people come out to see for real and true they see.A man flying on a joke.Interesting when seen first,but impressions die down and lethargy strikes in,fly fly for how long.They scattered as they grouped,bored to see antics in the sky of the one who flew and decided that he never was in love with terra firma.But kids had a different idea.They could string kites to match the effort of Abdul.Take off tail on go go go.
It was man versus kite,a bulky body in contrast to paper kites,yet it seemed that the plot was divine.The man decided to go wham to try and disappear.The kites followed suit.
It was unique in that annals of the lost histories of the Nizam. Eiderabad was littered with colourful patterns of tailed paper and a winged compatriot.It was the highlight of an eventful day when bored kids going in circles around celebrated the manner in which he flew.Then there was a lull,the moment all was right.Ok to say the least.Then the man peaked the kites followed the twist and there were a hundred colourful dreams lost.
Kites followed man.Abdul was mobbed and the Nizan courted a meeting of minds.String a kite to follow the risen one was his discourse.Then all the thread was strung to the fair kite very near to the flown person.Cubits and rolls not measured but only flowing to follow the risen mankite.
That day the sun beamed at normal range.The crowd had assembled for the morning durbar.Throngs mounted the hills to see what never in dreams thought of.
The children just brought out paper kites to match,or try and reach the winged one.
It was simple.The metamorphosis was an reactive response to the question from a dull artist.Ribs spawned wings.Wings grew from ribs and floated.The idea that floats gained credence.Then two things happened ;one the flight of the body caused a crisis.The kites did ditto.
Fly was what was in each of the mind of onlookers in that open durbar of the Nizam.To witness a span of wings sprouting was promising enough,but to view the flapping and flight of a real person who was just before not known enough was real.The kids matched the energy of the flying wonder.They just brought out the kites and strings.Fly with the skier was the motto and that morning a wonder yonder in blue sky.
The man took off,flew in circles and in oblivious fashion.Up and down, high low left middle or astray.Zoom zoom wah wah.People down there looked up in awe of the man gone boom and high.Abdul stayed calm till the event took a turn for the worse.He thought that the wings were unreal and spawned from a trick of the big boss.That that serpent was the tail of pearl or glimpse of fear were tested by him when he spent time with the maker of dreams.It was beyond his logic to mean his words caused a man to fly and take off random to somewhere.He was not disturbed by this and in tact enjoyed the moment.He takes off,I am that fuel and all is fine.The ruler looks and admires this distraction created by words.The people come out to see for real and true they see.A man flying on a joke.Interesting when seen first,but impressions die down and lethargy strikes in,fly fly for how long.They scattered as they grouped,bored to see antics in the sky of the one who flew and decided that he never was in love with terra firma.But kids had a different idea.They could string kites to match the effort of Abdul.Take off tail on go go go.
It was man versus kite,a bulky body in contrast to paper kites,yet it seemed that the plot was divine.The man decided to go wham to try and disappear.The kites followed suit.
It was unique in that annals of the lost histories of the Nizam. Eiderabad was littered with colourful patterns of tailed paper and a winged compatriot.It was the highlight of an eventful day when bored kids going in circles around celebrated the manner in which he flew.Then there was a lull,the moment all was right.Ok to say the least.Then the man peaked the kites followed the twist and there were a hundred colourful dreams lost.
Kites followed man.Abdul was mobbed and the Nizan courted a meeting of minds.String a kite to follow the risen one was his discourse.Then all the thread was strung to the fair kite very near to the flown person.Cubits and rolls not measured but only flowing to follow the risen mankite.
Friday, May 2, 2014
The who who Flew
It was a dramatic day by all means.The Sun was shining,the crowd sang peans of the Durbar while the young fellow decided to take off.
Abdul was not a regular because he was traveller.He wrote or told poetry of the wrong kind.
Like
Standing at the crosssroads contemplating,
Seeing is believing.
The deafening motion of moving crowds.
To be mute is peace.
All seemed an illusion a true delusion.
Reason purging itself.
Forces of life ebbing.
The embers glowing.
Riot of colours.
Melancholy of music.
Clay making impressions.
Passions rising,rationale holding.
ART KILLS.
Senseid lost sensibility gone.
Reason treasons.
Stand up to question or all is lost.
Abdul was not a regular because he was traveller.He wrote or told poetry of the wrong kind.
Like
Standing at the crosssroads contemplating,
Seeing is believing.
The deafening motion of moving crowds.
To be mute is peace.
All seemed an illusion a true delusion.
Reason purging itself.
Forces of life ebbing.
The embers glowing.
Riot of colours.
Melancholy of music.
Clay making impressions.
Passions rising,rationale holding.
ART KILLS.
Senseid lost sensibility gone.
Reason treasons.
Stand up to question or all is lost.
Wings that Dream
What happened that day was not short of a dream.
In a for off valley by an open window opening out the frontside of the was peered into by waiting eyes.
Halves in all,open,dreaming.alive,cold and hot.Not the heat of of the Sun but desires of body.The window was open to a sluice.
The station road was a picture of chaos in the eyes of a newcomer.Saba was one.
With the last change in his pockets,Saba had his cuppa of chai at 2:30 in the afternoon.He did smoke his filterless cigarette,brushed up his collar and mouthing a few greetings at his ilk,a philosophical mouthing of expletives at the cusp of traffic circles.
Abdul spoke of now and yonder,that the person one from the crowds could fly was not known to him.
Ribs straightened to form large spans of wing.The body shrinking and the mind bearing weight.
The fruit is an innocent creature.It does not know when ripen, the leaves falling, oblivious yet multiplying and mutating which end with gravity winning.
In a for off valley by an open window opening out the frontside of the was peered into by waiting eyes.
Halves in all,open,dreaming.alive,cold and hot.Not the heat of of the Sun but desires of body.The window was open to a sluice.
The station road was a picture of chaos in the eyes of a newcomer.Saba was one.
With the last change in his pockets,Saba had his cuppa of chai at 2:30 in the afternoon.He did smoke his filterless cigarette,brushed up his collar and mouthing a few greetings at his ilk,a philosophical mouthing of expletives at the cusp of traffic circles.
Abdul spoke of now and yonder,that the person one from the crowds could fly was not known to him.
Ribs straightened to form large spans of wing.The body shrinking and the mind bearing weight.
The fruit is an innocent creature.It does not know when ripen, the leaves falling, oblivious yet multiplying and mutating which end with gravity winning.
THE WINGS THAT DO NOT FLY
Every passing minute Abdul felt the greying cold and prayed for light.Behind him all was warm and dark within the solid black walls.The Sun started to shimmer from the outside.
In silence he thought of about the slaying of the gate keeper and the Nizam's early visit to the dark chambers
His lull disturbed by a shine and the sound of of a door opening.
He heard a loud hiss and light flooded his back.In the west as though the Sun had turned its course.
He also could never believe what his beloved told him was true.
Now he would.He heard that hiss and saw the blinding light.
In silence he thought of about the slaying of the gate keeper and the Nizam's early visit to the dark chambers
His lull disturbed by a shine and the sound of of a door opening.
He heard a loud hiss and light flooded his back.In the west as though the Sun had turned its course.
He also could never believe what his beloved told him was true.
Now he would.He heard that hiss and saw the blinding light.
Thursday, May 1, 2014
That wings that speak
It was that the move.That singular the movement of the thrusts of tide or4 the
That Abdul
Everybody in that crowd was stilled as though the wild west wing blew.The person,a result of Abdul of the bard of his court could make a person fly into eternity.
The wings sprouted from the ribs and grew in proportion to the world of wings to reach a new world.
The wings fawned a dream as they sprouted from the unfortunate life and trysts of natural speech limited and hidden and not which are told to, not allowed by the tides of time.
The life of a idea or the idea of a life.
The Nizam of Eiderabad.
The wings sprouted from the ribs and grew in proportion to the world of wings to reach a new world.
The wings fawned a dream as they sprouted from the unfortunate life and trysts of natural speech limited and hidden and not which are told to, not allowed by the tides of time.
The life of a idea or the idea of a life.
The Nizam of Eiderabad.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Abdul The Wanderer
The person named Abdul was born of blue.A kind of created wasteland or reflection across time.He was flawed to the core and knew that tale,by rote, of the return of the winged horse.
That coffee table was lost in the clamour of the morning rush.The crowd rose on their feet and threw a fit.
Abdul was not known except in fables.
Now the masses of Eiderabad were at the well of recognition and needed to dwell on Abdul.
He of the that creative kind conjured a sequence which created a mess.
It was science,pure and natural.
He ended up talking about something which made somebody in that space laugh and jump.
So much so, that they, ended up in splits.
Real and virtual.
Of the spikes which preempt the growth of wings and the rush of blood to fly.
Both happened when Abdul spoke to a person from the throng assembled in the Nizams crown court that day when it rained in the Durbar.
This however, is not an Kristevan idea to challenge fact or dwell on fiction.The solution is to contest versions of time.The swell of rush the and ping of tide.Which way the man in his little flight flayed was the question.
He in the presence of the King, presiding over his durbar in the midst of the collapse of a spectator irritated Abdul.
He stood there and swam tides.
Not in the sky nor the vast
nor in the ocean or my pool
surely missing the nymphets eye
or some angels ring.
But time tells a different story.
Not lost nor found
not in the ocean near or the outer space far
surely not in vain as per eagle eye
or a soothsayers claim.
This was the word which made a person in the Durbar so sick that his sides led to a burst of light.
A spurt which splashed light across the spectrum of the sky as opposed to water.
It was in Abdul amid that lack of space in his incoherent speech amid the clamor of the rushing folks to save
living bones from turning into wings.
He was well until the sky in his impression veered off course.
And was lost.
Only that discourse of Abdul would unravel what went wrong that evening when a human started sprouting wings to show the displacement of time.
That coffee table was lost in the clamour of the morning rush.The crowd rose on their feet and threw a fit.
Abdul was not known except in fables.
Now the masses of Eiderabad were at the well of recognition and needed to dwell on Abdul.
He of the that creative kind conjured a sequence which created a mess.
It was science,pure and natural.
He ended up talking about something which made somebody in that space laugh and jump.
So much so, that they, ended up in splits.
Real and virtual.
Of the spikes which preempt the growth of wings and the rush of blood to fly.
Both happened when Abdul spoke to a person from the throng assembled in the Nizams crown court that day when it rained in the Durbar.
This however, is not an Kristevan idea to challenge fact or dwell on fiction.The solution is to contest versions of time.The swell of rush the and ping of tide.Which way the man in his little flight flayed was the question.
He in the presence of the King, presiding over his durbar in the midst of the collapse of a spectator irritated Abdul.
He stood there and swam tides.
Not in the sky nor the vast
nor in the ocean or my pool
surely missing the nymphets eye
or some angels ring.
But time tells a different story.
Not lost nor found
not in the ocean near or the outer space far
surely not in vain as per eagle eye
or a soothsayers claim.
This was the word which made a person in the Durbar so sick that his sides led to a burst of light.
A spurt which splashed light across the spectrum of the sky as opposed to water.
It was in Abdul amid that lack of space in his incoherent speech amid the clamor of the rushing folks to save
living bones from turning into wings.
He was well until the sky in his impression veered off course.
And was lost.
Only that discourse of Abdul would unravel what went wrong that evening when a human started sprouting wings to show the displacement of time.
Monday, April 21, 2014
BEYOND TIME
There was a scope of fast moving capsules.Shrouded in mist of the time they spread.In speeding across the hemispheres which were not attended to.There was no imminent threat.The plane was cruising.
Then it was a flash and takeover.The glow of the capsules spread the far reach of the Indian Ocean,one hovering past the lone rigger lost in the waves of this plural world.
The other was time apart.He a fisherman who could never sleep well into the night.He saw it.In Havefreeru,
a mass of distance measured by mapping to be so and so.
Sonar detection is measured to depths and its echo.
Slime slides.
The Newtonian law has to work.
An object with equal or partial displacement and momentum cannot dive.
The rate of displacement needs to be zero for a loss of Newtonian theory.
Or this is another tale from the bard.
A retelling of the new tempest retold.
Where the action is not sea but skies which
lie in the sea.
Anyways 44 or 45
the unheard pages of random classics
dwell and shape an quest
to fathom the depths and the waves of the sky
as it went trawling
out of loss of content
or the pull
of the ships with mother
from yonder.
There was a scope of fast moving capsules.Shrouded in mist of the time they spread.In speeding across the hemispheres which were not attended to.There was no imminent threat.The plane was cruising.
Then it was a flash and takeover.The glow of the capsules spread the far reach of the Indian Ocean,one hovering past the lone rigger lost in the waves of this plural world.
The other was time apart.He a fisherman who could never sleep well into the night.He saw it.In Havefreeru,
a mass of distance measured by mapping to be so and so.
Sonar detection is measured to depths and its echo.
Slime slides.
The Newtonian law has to work.
An object with equal or partial displacement and momentum cannot dive.
The rate of displacement needs to be zero for a loss of Newtonian theory.
Or this is another tale from the bard.
A retelling of the new tempest retold.
Where the action is not sea but skies which
lie in the sea.
Anyways 44 or 45
the unheard pages of random classics
dwell and shape an quest
to fathom the depths and the waves of the sky
as it went trawling
out of loss of content
or the pull
of the ships with mother
from yonder.
Sunday, April 20, 2014
On the Easter Sunday a tribute to Legends
The magic realism of Marquez,hats off to the great master lost a day short of this Easter Sunday of 2014. Him a dream of realism magic and off lost times.
Add to it the real resurrection.Time is the essence,three days it took to shroud a mystery and make it timeless.
Also to Anant Pai and the artists memory loss to name lost legends.
Or to think of the lost.The loss of something precious,like a someone who who gone someplace
and you want to meet again;
but you will not cause they have thinned into this air
the ethereal kind of vapors which
dwindle a search to
dwell into depths
of
dark.
That there was stealth in the sprinting of the object
whisking and sliding
and roaring across the skies
unfettered yet sliding space
moving away from the need to be known.
Lost is a word which Marquez
never writes about
Magic realism is all about recreating
and the life after life.
Should I add TS Elliot
and say Good Night.
Or plead
Buddham Sharanam Gacchami
Sangham Mitram Gacchami
and write an Ode to The Romantics.
The magic realism of Marquez,hats off to the great master lost a day short of this Easter Sunday of 2014. Him a dream of realism magic and off lost times.
Add to it the real resurrection.Time is the essence,three days it took to shroud a mystery and make it timeless.
Also to Anant Pai and the artists memory loss to name lost legends.
Or to think of the lost.The loss of something precious,like a someone who who gone someplace
and you want to meet again;
but you will not cause they have thinned into this air
the ethereal kind of vapors which
dwindle a search to
dwell into depths
of
dark.
That there was stealth in the sprinting of the object
whisking and sliding
and roaring across the skies
unfettered yet sliding space
moving away from the need to be known.
Lost is a word which Marquez
never writes about
Magic realism is all about recreating
and the life after life.
Should I add TS Elliot
and say Good Night.
Or plead
Buddham Sharanam Gacchami
Sangham Mitram Gacchami
and write an Ode to The Romantics.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Editing freelancers required
Editing is harder said than done.Text is transformed by an eye for linguistic detail and the literary skills of the reader helps identify key authorial errors.Sometimes a text is rewritten through the editors eagle eye.
Expressions of intent are requested from web savvy individuals who work well with written script.
The company is on the cusp of growth and offers freelancing opportunities as well as ideas development moments.
This request is targeted towards India and will focus on literary reading.
The work plan is in steps:
The freelancer will get written text as scanned or copy in post;
The work is typed as soft copy by freelancer;
The suggestions of Editing Asst should be outlined with reasons in soft copy;
The research in argument is important as are web skills skirting and referencing secondary sources to ascertain a probable grounding of meaning.
Candidates who wish to be part of creativechallengesofteaching are encouraged to be discursive and critical yet open to authorial idea and logical reasoning if textual reading differs largely.
The perks;
Work from home;
Paid as you need,advance or after work.
Payment only INR,transferred to your account.
Equal opportunity company.
32-60 INR per hour of editing skills or per page @21 INR
Queries are welcome.
Expressions of intent are requested from web savvy individuals who work well with written script.
The company is on the cusp of growth and offers freelancing opportunities as well as ideas development moments.
This request is targeted towards India and will focus on literary reading.
The work plan is in steps:
The freelancer will get written text as scanned or copy in post;
The work is typed as soft copy by freelancer;
The suggestions of Editing Asst should be outlined with reasons in soft copy;
The research in argument is important as are web skills skirting and referencing secondary sources to ascertain a probable grounding of meaning.
Candidates who wish to be part of creativechallengesofteaching are encouraged to be discursive and critical yet open to authorial idea and logical reasoning if textual reading differs largely.
The perks;
Work from home;
Paid as you need,advance or after work.
Payment only INR,transferred to your account.
Equal opportunity company.
32-60 INR per hour of editing skills or per page @21 INR
Queries are welcome.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Julia Kristeva
Taught us to read the text, infinity,that slithering slop of the silky pherry searching and looking to ground.
This coming from Intertextuality and the school of lost freedom or the burden of truth.
An idea which floats and swims the tide of time.
Lost in depths or explored in space.
That text of an idea which reflects reflection and mirrors it home.
Like a beacon shining above the tower.
A ray of Sun beaming heat.
Or a murmur of a beep.
Not lost or found.
An alien idea.
Taught us to read the text, infinity,that slithering slop of the silky pherry searching and looking to ground.
This coming from Intertextuality and the school of lost freedom or the burden of truth.
An idea which floats and swims the tide of time.
Lost in depths or explored in space.
That text of an idea which reflects reflection and mirrors it home.
Like a beacon shining above the tower.
A ray of Sun beaming heat.
Or a murmur of a beep.
Not lost or found.
An alien idea.
Friday, March 14, 2014
George Bernard Shaw
The pride of creative thought,the dramatist who brought to life interpretations of humane processess through his ideas in creative writing.
Covering the scope of a grappling society of folks moving towards a new age,this renowned playwright defined the margins of human behaviour in his depiction of the early 20th century.
London was rife with a buzz of youth.The dark ages were somehow,with a dint of good luck bettering and aspiring to new highs.The printing machines and the lock or block communication, over distances lead the way,the rapid spread of industry shaping the scope of technology in future.
It was a surprise
that time in its big frame
is suggestive of your leap.
Into time.
We lost something
valuable
looking for it 8 plus days
still searching for answers
in my
ART with a Z and a zeal for T.
When Science questions
Art can respond.
The pride of creative thought,the dramatist who brought to life interpretations of humane processess through his ideas in creative writing.
Covering the scope of a grappling society of folks moving towards a new age,this renowned playwright defined the margins of human behaviour in his depiction of the early 20th century.
London was rife with a buzz of youth.The dark ages were somehow,with a dint of good luck bettering and aspiring to new highs.The printing machines and the lock or block communication, over distances lead the way,the rapid spread of industry shaping the scope of technology in future.
It was a surprise
that time in its big frame
is suggestive of your leap.
Into time.
We lost something
valuable
looking for it 8 plus days
still searching for answers
in my
ART with a Z and a zeal for T.
When Science questions
Art can respond.
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Intertextuality : My reading of literary theory
-->My reading of The Dialogical Principle
Written by Tzvetan Todorov on the literary theories of Mikhail Bakhtin
Beauty Beauty
One in a lot
not quested
if at all
the idea and the search goes.
as a dream sliding
the truth better escapednot quested
if at all
the idea and the search goes.
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