Film review: Radiance

This film review is well overdue as since encountering Radiance early this year I have watched it over 5 times including the times that I have just listened to the audio as I fell asleep. That is how much impact this film made in my life the first time I watched it and I feel that it deserves even more recognition than it did when it was first released.

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A Gift never Received 

Inspired by Machuca and the false hope that the socialist regime gave the people.
His thoughts ran far away from the conquest that loomed over him

Far away from the oppression that stared him right in the face

It was foreknown that he could not change his position in this world nor change the way that people thought about his kind

But somewhere deep inside, he had hope

He hoped for a better tomorrow

He hoped that one day he could stand a chance in this big wide world,

That would be the only gift that he would ever receive in this life, Continue reading “A Gift never Received “

A Nameless Love

Inspired by the animated movie: Your name.

Love:
If only I was brave enough to whisper it to the air.
To let the vibrations of the atoms send joyful signals to his ears.
But that would only awaken my fears.

I’m a coward.
I’m scared of exposing my feelings for him.
I’m afraid of looking him in the eye
And telling a lie,
A lie that I know that he wants to hear,
<<I don’t love you>>
Those words, not my own
Those words that I know that he secretly holds in his heart
And believes to be what’s in mine. Continue reading “A Nameless Love”

Weeding out Hopelessness

Michael Landy, a pioneer of the Young British Artists movement, was born in London in 1963. Landy is best known for his performance installation piece “Break down” where he destroyed and displayed all his possessions. In 2008, Landy was elected as a member of the Royal Academy of Arts London and continues to make a big impact in the artistic industry.

Creeping Buttercup’, which is a detailed study of individual weeds, is a part of Nourishment -a collection of etching pieces. It is said that to acquire the materials needed as inspiration for Creeping Buttercup, Landy found weeds growing in the street.

The meticulous study of the weeds signifies the miraculous growth that can occur in an unfruitful / famine – filled land. Just as in an urban street it is unlikely to find a lot of green spaces. Continue reading “Weeding out Hopelessness”

My love for Language

<<J’adore les langues>> is an expression that could be translated as “I love languages” or “I love tongues”. Both translations to an eye that is used to the English tongue might find the two statements to be completely different expressions but they do mean the same thing.

Language is certainly a beautiful thing. A complex system for which one comes to understand the world and to contemplate its existence. Has this ever happened to you: you are sitting in a rocking chair, in your winter gown, by a fire place and a thought comes to your mind. Where does language come from? It has happened to me -minus the winter gown and rocking chair- I sometimes find myself pondering about the phenomena that is the human language. Whether you believe that human languages like any other language ,e.g from non-human creatures, are just mediums for which we use to communicate with each other and thus, only have a social purpose. Or you believe that language is more of an expressive platform that helps us to build our mental faculty so is thus innate.

Any standpoint one takes to define language still does not fully explain the origins of the human language which is forever evolving – the English language has changed so much in the past 100 years. The various human languages can be used to create poetic and meaningful phrases – the mind boggling grammatical systems of the world is yet another example of the beautiful complexity of the human language.

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Unravel

I’ve tried my best.
I’ve done everything that I can for you
but you still don’t see me.
Why is that,

I’m I not good enough
An alien for you to gawk at
A prisoner of your deadly stare

Is it okay for me to be locked up in your venomous smile?
Release me from the hole that is unrequited love
So you can make it clear to me.

Don’t avoid me.

Don’t avoid this…
…Now
Unravel my dreams

Poetry Thursday: Black Flowers

 

Black Flowers

He said – long ago – that
myth was dead. He meant it.

“Myth is dead!”
“Long live myth!”

They are playing out
something. Legendary.

Picks up her glass. She
has a glass, with coffee,

ice and milk in it. Thinks
about the refugees on the

road. Road to what, to
where? With nothing but

their clothes on their backs.
Mythic and literal.

How to speak about them
and why? How to speak

to them. To keep them
in mind. In our minds.

“Bless you and keep you,”
so the prayer says.

-Norma Cole