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
Friday, July 25, 2014
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.
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