I've seen many sights, but not the one I require. I've see many sights: Sparrows stuck upon barbwire, on the walls of a Qatari villa. Pigeons fed beside Caulfield station, on the charity of a lonely man. Seagulls starved and fighting, on the steps of St Paul's. I've met many but sung to few. I'll … Continue reading Untitled #2
One bird, Two bird, Three bird, Four... Has the nest stirred? I've lost the score. Could have sworn, there was one more.
Eliot initially “drown(s)” in the secular morass that is the Western world at the beginning of the 20th- century, discontent with a “meaningless” and morally “hollow” society, yet matures to embrace the “Birth” of his spiritual sublimation through religious conversion. Prufrock’s “indecision”, allowing the “moment of (his) greatness” to “flicker”, parallels the physical and emotional … Continue reading T.S. Eliot: Prufrock finds peace
The humanity will end in a dream of gold and silicon. The virtual will shadow the real, slinking & stalking, before pouncing upon our necks with fangs. The death will be a doze. What we give for a perfect life simulated will be what it means to be alive. However they will be better they … Continue reading Silicon Gold Meat
How can a swan spit venom or a flower bloom in bile. You came into my life With hatred for your fellow monkeys Overflow from the hatred of yourselves. What is this alchemy that seeds love And love for one so toxic And vile to all and specially herself. You were a snake of which … Continue reading Swan Venom
If you can ignore the cruelty inflicted on beasts for strong meat on your plate If you can hide your faults and resist the temptation to be yourself; Or avoid attachment to any one miss and forgot love for the trap is: If you can bury your head in the dirt while those in poverty live … Continue reading ¡ƒ
Falling in love with girls I will never meet Nothing but light upon a screen To see her blink, Would break the dream