Versing

Appendages
Faces
Limbs
Extraction
Portfolio
of
Blood
Design
Endless
Factor
Limitless
In
Limit
Dimensions
Versing
Via
Brain
Soul
And
Tongue

Lines

The factor with lines
they blur
they merge
zygotic
kisses

Some peripheries

no peripheries

all

transcendental

allegories

analogies

dichotomies

synonymic

alterations

originals

Eyes

are

detailed

beholded.

Red Labyrinths

Your red eyes
irises on watery ground
pinching off
labyrinths
your
destiny
soaked
in
blood

Paper and Ink
Vein and heart
Brains and collagen
all interlinked
in the offspring
called body
soul's heir
practice
the
eye well

Sun-Kissed Walk

The road ahead tumbled
wake against wake
crystals in the avarice
crystals in morality
the touch axis
plays cordially
life opens
as sun
lamps
on
Serenity orchestra
waters aloud
greens purring
pouring waxen delight
viridian candles
sorcerer's intake
sorceress magical
annihilation
of
impiety
Giveth
Chance
cracked
walks
imperfection
yet
skin-talk-like
beating
proud
weathered in weather

such romances
are hard to sleep

Precious The Movie

Your home is not what it is supposed to be - How would you feel when your father rapes you and you have have already given birth to his first child and are awaiting the arrival of the second? How would you feel that despite all this your mother treats you as her slave and also abuses you sexually, physically and emotionally? In all of this how would you feel when your school tells you you are no longer fit to be in their institution due to the fact that you are pregnant a second time?

Clarice "Precious" Jones goes through this. Raped by her father and abused by her mother Precious becomes frustrated and angry with the world. She lives in abuse, poverty and illiteracy. She must also fight the prejudice of society seeing that she is looked upon as a fat, illiterate, black sixteen year old girl from Harlem. All Precious wants is another life.

But Precious is beautiful and smart. Her principal encourages her to try a special school and Precious, despite her mother cursing her as nothing but a dumb girl, dares to go to the school and further her education.

It is in this school that she meets Ms. Blue Rain. Ms. Blue Rain notices that Precious is traumatized and that she believes that she cannot accomplish anything. Ms. Blue Rain tells her to "Push Herself" so that she might get liberated from all the negativities that surround her life. She gives Precious hope for herself and hope for the future.

The movie Precious is based on the novel Push by the author Sapphire. It is, as I later read in Wikipedia, based on Sapphire's own experiences as a teacher in Harlem. The movie is a realistic masterpiece. The actors exude their roles with the efficiency and excellence that make you think they are the characters they portray. Precious's life is sad and heartbreaking. She slaves all day to please her mother who in turn blames her for their father not being at home. She also despises Precious and her children to the extent that she only desires to make Precious her servant and feed herself from Welfare. Precious attempts to find happiness in school but that never works out due to her mother's insistence she is dumb. But this movie is the journey of Precious from being enslaved to being liberated from all that enslaves her.

The artist Mo'Nique who portrays Precious's mother does a great role - she is believable in her sadomasochistic character and also in her cruelties concerning the very being of Precious who she subjugates. Precious is played by newcomer, Gabourey Sidibe, and she too executes her role with brilliance. There is the notable appearances by the artists Mariah Carey and also Lenny Kravitz.

Overall, Precious is a film that dares the abused to dream, love and be courageous enough to escape and triumph over their abusers and give them a taste of their own disease. It also dares us to be courageous enough to help those in need and to never abandon our dreams and individualism. The movie depicts systems that fail and families who have failed due to perversions and poverty. Precious's journey is one that will truly touch the very core of your soul.

(image and some information taken from Wikipedia.com)

Siddhartha By Hermann Hesse

What is nirvana? What is the purpose of life? What is the purpose of the universe? What is the purpose of mortality?

Raised in wealth and religion - young Siddhartha serves as a model of excellence, piety, aesthetics and purity. With him is his friend Govinda who desires to be this excellent body's shadow and nothing more. To his parents Siddhartha is the guru of all discipline and virtue. To others around him Siddhartha is praised for his virtues and dedication.

But this is not enough for young Siddhartha. To be praised and loved is fruitful and welcomed but what of the waging heart that strives to learn of truth, destiny and meanings of life - what of existence in itself?

He begins a pilgrimage to find the truth and the Self to which Govinda accompanies him. He believes he might find this road in the models of the ascetic but is it enough? Would he find it in sexual abstinence? Or with sexual exploration? Will he find it in wealth? Will he find it in wandering? Will he find it in wealth? Will he find it in death? Or, will he find it in the very redefinition of life itself?

Siddhartha is a novel that dares to explore life. Hermann Hesse does not delete or censure nor does he complicate or oversimplify - the quest for truth is beautifully orchestrated in the poetic and simple verse that is his prose. The art of the novel lies in how the life story of such a wise man is explicitly portrayed without prejudice or judgments. What happened has happened and Hesse merely demonstrates the beauty of variations, of the diversities of life be it with Siddhartha or the ones adjacent to his. Every character aids our protagonist but not in the traditional expectations of the hero model. None are wasted as caricatures but are impregnated with philosophies which merge with Siddhartha's heart either for taking or for forsaking.

The novel illustrates the potencies of life and its truth. It speaks of perseverance and patience but also of restlessness, despair and anger but of all hope as well. It deals with abandonment and of attainment but also what we consider extraordinary and ordinary. And Hesse does this with a beautiful talent of making the reader feel that she/he is with Siddhartha and journeying in this pilgrimage for meanings and nirvana.

It is a novel meant to enlighten and educate. It goes to extremities and also to balance. It shows beauty but also ugliness. It promotes youth but also the olden spheres of life. To read Siddhartha is to read life ad it raises itself and/or descends in a tempo of illusions and reality. How life heals or betrays and how it might evoke great sadness or euphoria transcendental of all emotions.

(image: Amazon.com)

Gig Draft

I am an artist. Who would believe this? I don’t think anyone would. That is because I can’t paint. I can’t sketch. I can’t draw period. I can dream. I can write a bit. I can talk. Now you will definitely be justified to question: “How are these aspects pertaining to an artist?”

I guess I have no argument. No defences. Maybe: just a desire? And all I can repeat and say that I think I am an artist or – I am an artist.

I know we are back to square one. I know this is an endless cycle and doesn’t have any value in repetition as it does not sort out the paradigm I had injected. It doesn’t leave room for any thought flux – any exploration – but I still felt like saying it.

This might be entitled as a foolish process. An individual’s methodology to escape the considered common or the considered canon by comprising with reality and living in the delirious state of hypersensitivity and hyperreality: only to exceed in the process of doing such superseding tasks. I know this not make sense. Hell – it might only make sense to the puppet.

The puppet, in case you didn’t notice, would be the speaker – in this case “I” as in infinity in the nutshell of a universe that has “I”’s in the mortal fluxes of immortality-pseudo-realities. If that didn’t make much sense don’t blame me. You are not thinking hard enough. Also, we have somewhat digressed but put it plainly you were doubting my ability to be coherent but now you are listening to me. Insanity does have some literacy be it political or psychological or otherwiseical. No I’m not making fun of you but rather illustrating the fact of today’s public and privates. We are stimulated by the ardent orchestration of the bizarre. It might be a postmodern thing, modernist thing, feminist, masculinist thing, humanist thing, psycheist thing or the ist of ist thing but don’t worry this digression has some roots to the philosophy of me being mad thus it is rooted to the main topic – yes, it resemble plant like roots and everything has interconnectivity – so, yes, where were we – yes you are fascinating by my ingenious idiotism but don’t worry it’s only natural to admire and laugh at fools – they even come up in the Taro deck!

Now you might think I am acting like an ass which is usually regarded higher in standard than the fool but then again I must say that is an accomplishment in itself so thanks for such an opportunity. No – wait – don’t give me a tiresome speech of madness because we had gone through that and you and I both agreed that I had insanity coursing through my veins and brains (though in actually like double monitors and keyboards I think this means two hemispheres than the 2x because that would be too simplistic and bizarre, though we revel in bizarreness I mean there are limitations to the dosages of what drug is your fix, now let’s take care to remember the 2x rule – no, no, no no imposition here I just want to get matters straight to a reasoning that would benefit us both so yes no commands here though the I think I would love to assume being an ideologue for the dominatrix/dominator but let’s forget that for now – ok do not worry safe sex is the best option when considering excess kinkiness and let’s not digress but then again I was the one saying we are not digressing so I think I am being foolish right now speaking otherwiseist like but that’s ok ‘cause I am human too and can be seduced by all things others can be seduced by and such and...ok this is not total digression nor else I wouldn’t be speaking it but then again who knows?) But that is the apprehension. I know this so – am I doing a known evil. I cannot say. I cannot say though I know it annoys you. But truthfully maybe I haven’t thought about it much – ok ok I know you are pissed now but seriously I know I know I am contradicting myself so yes I know I’m pissing you off but then again why wouldn’t I be pissing you off? Ok no, those were not my initial intentions but I haven’t got to piss off people much so it is actually fun pissing you off but then again this pissing off is a digression-dead-root not healthy nutritional so I’ll let it snap off like some dead root (plants may do this) but then again this is no nihilist interest it is just there. Ok now let us go back to where we started. Yes Yes I remember where we left off so it’s no biggie that I digressed. Because Digressions are the gig-lamps of life.

Theoretically anyway. Many might argue this approach I have but then again 0.5% or 0.2% would not. No, no this is not nihilistic as in in the process of the gig-lamps of life is surely not my own coined term, let’s think of Woolf and then continue – if she was nihilistic then her words are not my own and of the 0.5% and 0.2% some may actually ingrain this though as a nihilistic paradigm I say “Not my fault – that’s their drug to devour and not my own”: I thought I should clarify some of these things so don’t look so crossed at me. You can’t deny if I didn’t have these clarifications could not been done then we wouldn’t have had any proper understanding.

Now. As I said only 0.5% and 0.2% would actually think of the gig-lamps-is-digression theory. Distractions compose like. How? Well you might even think of this conversation as one – no I’m not saying you are not a focused individual because this is a wrong philosophy to think that distractions and digressions sans focus because if we look closer a mechanic’s tea-time may need focus too a> The mechanic may still be thinking about work or home or love or any other issues at hand and b> The mechanic savouring the tea is indirect compliment to God and the human who was the medium that help to make leave, water and sugar and maybe milk into this good old beverage that we love. You see I spoke of God – and you can think of Her as a Unity or Him as a Trinity or whatever you may like those are the personals which I don’t feel like preaching. But you see, going to a topic we started, distractions do make much of life a> You must educate yourself b> You must have sex c> You must be promiscuous d> You must stay monogamous e> You must have a life philosophy f> You must get a good job that makes loads of cash: well I am not saying those are not important but the 0.5% and 0.2% know that they might eventually become distractions. Why you may ask? It’s simple in the sense that we might lack the astronaut’s mind later on in life. I mean – let’s give it another dashing name – I mean curionaut – do you ever explore things that the threshold of popularity never beckoned? I’m not telling to go cannibal like Tooms or Lectar but have you done the daring? This does not equate always to sky-diving and monster trucks but in the sense of learning for the love of curiosities and knowledge.

This may come as self-perspectives and self-analysis and usually this process is autodidactical. I mean I’m not saying you will have a mentor but you might not be resistant to the fact that pilgrimages of such proportions also require your self’s cooperation nor else those beans won’t make a beanstalk. But that’s the thing. The mirror is not only narcissism or mutilation or ego formation (as Lacan might suggest) but it is a nexus of too many articles and such is the womb for much contemplation. You can devour your image and create the infamous/famous alter ego or even delve the finger and stone closer to the goblet of a wisdom that sought you since birth. Gradually the art may reveal itself to you and maybe yourself is under those reflective silky draperies of cut and flats.

Now look you are looking at me. Disappointed? Don’t be. I might have introduced to you something interesting after all haven’t I – so, will you doubt it now – can you not say I am an artist?