In Trichy i had the opportunity to look back at a lot of my journaling & essay writing frm college, & it is all so desperately socially motivated. And extremely Naive.
But it makes me smile because its 'real' stuff. Its good stuff - in terms of honesty & passion- its contents are the smoke & fire of young manhood... the belief in an ability to be able to do anything, anything. A few years later, today, the fire is a metal bowl of quiet ashes & dust, if you stir at my head, the furious remnants unveil & singe in a dark hissing red... quiet eruptions go off like calculated silencer pops in the back of of my head. I still feel similarly to those days, idealism may not leave me, nor naivety perhaps.
BUT. what I HAVE realized is that when growing up, we thought that things like equality, the truth, social transformation - it would all, somehow happen, somehow come into being, a phenomenon that one day - arrives. In reality, it is individuals who create equality & justice. And this is difficult.
There are people out there, on here, who wake up to that difficulty. Everyday.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Transpose or stop your lines
The decision 2 write about your life or to move ur journal out of notebooks & onto the internet is a humbling act on a stage dedicated to Narcissism. The meaning of the act often disintegrates once in argument with self or another person, all whiff of its reason is gone. The blog or any public medium, not fully 'thunk' through - because of the nature of expression - stops itself. The play, dressed in drama, must choose to pick itself up and either dance the dark, or turn the lights on... & holler.
The great thing about freedom of expression is that its free; its price, that comes like dead-weight, is accountability... to words, expressions, opinions and suggestives, all able to heal or tear, warlike. Trouble, haunts narcissism, like the constant rumor of ghost that one day start appearing.
You put the lights on or in the dark holler. Either way, you got.ta.aa holl.ller. And live amongst people & life like mirrors. Or otherwise, you can only lie, by writing fiction. And, I, cannot lie for nuts.
Transpose or stop your life. What do you do?
- back to school, the deftones
The great thing about freedom of expression is that its free; its price, that comes like dead-weight, is accountability... to words, expressions, opinions and suggestives, all able to heal or tear, warlike. Trouble, haunts narcissism, like the constant rumor of ghost that one day start appearing.
You put the lights on or in the dark holler. Either way, you got.ta.aa holl.ller. And live amongst people & life like mirrors. Or otherwise, you can only lie, by writing fiction. And, I, cannot lie for nuts.
Transpose or stop your life. What do you do?
- back to school, the deftones
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