Madly to learn (James Still)

Madly to learn,
To fathom, to discern,
To master the Gobi, the ruins at Petri,
Climb K-2 and Nanga Parbat,
Swim the Strait of Malacca,
Be Ahab aboard the Peaquod,
Milton in his agony,
Shakespeare treading the boards;
To unravel, to grasp, to speak
Freud's Theory of Seduction,
The mathematical beauty of irregular surfaces,
The Quantum theory, the leap genes,
The invisible morghognetic fields
Transmitted across space and time ----
Bridges to infinity -----
And why Tennyson's "Flower in a Crannied Wall"
May not tell us all and all and all.
Madly to learn.

Something to read when time permits: http://faculty.colostate-pueblo.edu/sandy.hudock/jssection5.html#inmy

Reminds me of...

... the following quartet from Rubaiyyat, the verse copied below.

...

Indeed the idols I have loved so long
Have done my credit in Men's Eye much wrong:
Have drown'd my honour in a shallow Cup,
And sold my reputation for a song.

...

Saga of a crumpled piece of paper (Vivek Sharma)

I was a crumpled piece of paper
till your curiosity unfurled me;
An excited child in you ironed away
my wrinkled and discarded past
and laughed at what I bore boldly
written in her hand, in pencil
in dark arches, colons, commas,
with a full stop.

You laughed till your tears
made maps over me
and then you smiled and erased away
her words, her punctuations
and took crayons to wax me with color.
Fascinated by the impact of your hands,
you embellished me,
revived me and then artfully
sold me away.

Source: http://ow.ly/JuUg

Babysitting

Sprawling in his roundness, curling like a little eight, he sits, fragrant with talc, cushioned on a cold floor, four walls surrounding, the whirring of a fan above, time makes no sense, time is an endless loop of sleeping, waking, eating, getting cajoled over. Little diaper prince, fixes an arresting gaze, captivating marble sheen eyes, do they see you at all, telling one from another, or is it just one great blur, this speedy passing of bombarded frames? 

(Penned Dec 14, 2009)

While you were away

Do you know

What all happened
While you were away?
The mother pigeon
Nesting behind
The air conditioning duct
Lost her solitary egg
Which rolled down
7 floors to a splat.
I forgot
All about the rice
In the pressure cooker
And now
It’s burnt to a crisp
That even the maid
Cannot wash off.
Father was here
Reading by the window
He slept off
In his chair
And someone
Ran away
With his glasses
Stolen, through
The open window.
Your very favorite
Little neighbour
That little brat
Broke
Our Kondapalli doll
With his famous
Penalty shot
The daal crisps
I was making
To send back home
While set to dry
On a sheet on the terrace
Took off
With the wind
Like a magic carpet
Nothing went right
Until I sat to write
The day’s stories to you
I will have more
For you to know
Tomorrow
Like everyday
While you were away.

(Penned Dec 12, 2009)

Disruptive

Aren’t you
Just the most
Remarkable likeness
Of a fluorescent
Pink toadstool
Wedged
Foothill to barks
Awestounding
Near diminutive
To dense canopies
Pebbled ‘midst
Mossy rocks
Gleaming like
Stars in my eyes

(Penned Dec 10, 2009)

Little things

I had a longish discussion with someone about something I would've normally not had.

I said out loud things I have always known exactly the way I sensed them, not today but from many, many years ago. Then, it would never matter whether I said them or not or who’d give a damn. But deep down, I always knew that I wasn’t off mark about it then, nor am I today.

Its a little instinct; faith perhaps in the simplicity and goodness of people and a little naïveté. Bad, bad combination.

But it brought a remarkable sense of peace, the utterance of this deep rooted, earnest belief, which has nowhere to come from really. But it does not go away. It silently rings true. Everytime. Like the unregistered chime of a little cuckoo clock, tucked away in a little corner of a room full of people at a cocktail party.

And it felt quite nice. For the peace to be home.

Déjà-vu

You leap out of paper.
The familiar curves of you written
Contort to meet my finger tips,
Across a glass wall.
The sensation races down nerves
Searing a mark, branding soft flesh.
A thousand paper boats set sail at dusk
On the flaming waters that consume you.
They drown, each one of them.
He who set them there, had a plan;
For things that just cannot belong. 

(Penned Feb 27, 2009)

We like

Amiyo by Bisso na Bisso (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bisso_Na_Bisso)

Vous pouvez l'écouter ici http://bit.ly/7rlKrm

You can listen to it here http://bit.ly/7rlKrm

Les paroles sont au-dessous. 

The lyrics are as under.

Amiyo (Bisso na Bisso)

Mystik
Debout telle une ombre au milieu des tempête,
Mon cœur couvre une sale angoisse.
Comme Sedar Senghor, je chante ta beauté qui passe.
Amiyo, je mange seul à table, a pointe Noire
Je suis seul sur le sable Ozala Ki yembele,
Yembele siatapatatra, quoi que tu fasse,
Tchoukouroukoundou te rattrapera
Notre belle maison au bled est vide,
Je me sens perdu tel un cheptel renié par son guide

Passi
Mon colibri je serai la Terre, mon fruit de la canne à sucre.
Tu jouira des récoltes et des autres trucs tracs trucs.
Je te kiffe comme un récépissé,
Mon laisser respirer, j'te laisse pas passer.
Passi te veut au présent, futur et participe passé.
Dans mes rêves d'Adam et Eve tu as gagné la fève.
Douce doudou, tu es mon pandou et en la matière je suis orfèvre.
Sans ton doux goût, ni ton mougou,
J'avoue, je m'achève et si tu pars
Oh ! Amiyo c'est la fin, et de la faim je fais la grève.

Refrain
Amiyo ! Ton cœur est ma maison,
Mon amour est ton toit, j'ai besoin de toi.

G-Kill
Evadons-nous du côté de Tokyo, New York city
Pourquoi pas Rio de Janeiro.
J'arracherai même mes trois crocs en "roro".
Ma vie est une histoire d'amour, je suis ton héros,
Et vis, vibre, entends-tu cette résonance.
Mon cœur est rempli de chaleur et je pense
Que nous sommes fait pour vivre ensemble.
Bolingo na nga yaka zon ga, restons ensemble.

Ben-J
Je ne peux plus penser mes sentiments tout bas.
Je ne peux plus supporter ces maux au fond de moi.
Amiyo, c'est en public que je te déclare ma flamme,
Je souffre d'avoir succombé à ton charme.
Je me suis noyé dans tes yeux de velours,
Tu m'as enivré de ton élixir d'amour
Tous ces mots pour te dire que je ne fais que souffrir,
Affaibli par ces maux que toi seul peux guérir.

Refrain
Amiyo ! Ton cœur est ma maison,
Mon amour est ton toit, j'ai besoin de toi.

Passi
Amiyo, j'ai gardé les photos quand tu es au village,
Sur d'autres, t'es belle en maillot, chez nous les pieds dans l'eau.
Pour toi Amiyo, je parlerai au dieux comme Don Camillo,
Tu es ma joie, mon joyau, Amiyo ti amo, na lingui yo.

Mystik
Même les larmes ont déserté mes yeux.
Viens qu'on se serre les coudes
Car ici dans mes yeux, le temps se trouble.
Je sais qu'on t'as dit : "Ah Mystik c'est un salaud"
Maintenant je pleure seul comme un poisson dans l'eau

Ben-J
Je me suis noyé dans tes yeux, je veux nager dans ton cœur
En apnée au fond de toi, notre avenir sera meilleur.
Combien de temps vas tu encore me laisser souffrir ?
Tu es mon souffle, mon oxygène, sans toi je ne peux plus rien dire.

G-Kill
Nos paroles sont sincères, toutes douces et franches,
Allons vivre loin de cette douce France
Je suis franc avec toi, fini les Christelle, Géraldine,
Pour moi il n'y a que toi. Oh! Amiyo !

Refrain
Amiyo ! Ton cœur est ma maison,
Mon amour est ton toit, j'ai besoin de toi.

Source: http://www.hiphopfranco.com/lyrics/2919-bisso_na_bisso__amiyo

One from 5 years ago

Threshold
(Ode to Frida Kahlo)

The glass showed me
scarred
Until frogs lept
Out of wells

People shredded
Bone charred
Frames woven
By web of strength
spurt whence
Blade pierced

Scarred is not maimed
Maimed not disabled
Disabled not dead

Guns, I implore
Find thine mark
For that which does not die
Lies beyond
the reach of knives

I take
Far more
Than I think
I can

It is indeed
A life shallow
One that
Escapes the knife

(Penned July 25, 2004)

Funnest wedding invite (ever)

Source: http://www.sharesomecandy.com/2009/06/matt-dorfman.html