Song of the Day: ‘Protocol’ by Leon Else
Another rotation, another revolution and life goes on.
Life goes on – it’s a classic statement that’s been made famous (and into a sitcom!) until it’s become clichéd. Yet, a passive one I think. Life goes on? No, the world moves on and so does the pattern of night and day, time moves forward, tick by tock but Life doesn’t just go on. Not unless a part of you is dead. Continue reading
Song of the Day: ‘You See Big Girl’ by Hiroyuki Sawano
I have been doing an overhaul of my hard drives and in the process I’m finding many pieces of writing that have hardly seen the light of day. It almost feels the same as when one finds money in the pockets of a jacket or coat that one hasn’t worn in a long time; and though you know it’s your money, it still feels like a gift.
One such piece is a long-forgotten poem that I wrote in the heyday of 2007. That was definitely one of my favourite years of adulthood. I had just graduated college and the possibilities that life held seemed endless and the world seemed like such a wonderful place. I still believe those things however with a touch of cynicism and caution thrown into the mix: The world is cruel but also very beautiful. The battles one has to fight daily are surmountable but they chip away at one slowly; the bigger challenge is to keep those chips as minimal as possible.
In a short account designed for a broad Western audience, it is useful and even necessary to start with that question. Ever since the 1940s when national liberation movements emerged, there have been continual debates on this issue, many of them sharp and passionate. Continue reading
Song of the Day: ‘A Brief Interlude’ by Andrew Bayer
Rectangular shapes, round shapes, order and law.
It all looks so simple from above.
Immense structure of complexity.
Twelve actions per square metre per minute.
Eleven thoughts per square centimetre per second.
Ten fingers per person. Continue reading
Song of the Day: ‘La Fanette’ by Jacques Brel
Rock castle hidden deep in the woods.
Dark room, dungeon, hear the clanging plates?
Screaming, moaning, wrenching, oh so daunting!
Metal chains, drag on the wet floor, blood soaks.
Shadow of a man barely visible, barely alive.
Transparency is not for cracks in walls. Continue reading