Tuesday, December 21, 2010

The Anonymous Artist (6)

The anonymous artist had forgotten the syllables that conjured her name. The companeros addressed her with the definition of wise protection. Within minutes she had earned the adornment of loyalty -  a title bestowed on her by the intellectual exile. This was the moment to eliminate the malignant shadows that traipsed around her from the distorted years spent at a mendacious institution. Language on the fictitious island stammered, bludgeoned with the unnatural burden of deception. The eloquent echo that seeped back to the anonymous artist was the extension of a triumphant revolution that did not wallow in suspicion, but asserted its unity with metaphors, as the fictitious island wallowed in a bloodbath that remained invisible to the masses that forfeited their freedom of thought.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Realities (6)

Malfunctioning democracies have perfected the art of relegating society into a passive multitude that scavenges within the confines of restricted memory. With the coercion of subscribing to political rhetoric that fluctuates between extravagant praise and contempt, the citizens relegated their knowledge of language to a perfunctory symbol of distorted communication. Instead of reviving metaphors to create the revolutionary reality, the cloistered society seeks solace in the propaganda that continues to demand their subservience. 

"The demagogues and professional politicians who manage to perform the miracle of being right about everything and of pleasing everyone are, necessarily, deceiving everyone about everything. The revolutionaries must proclaim their ideas courageously, define their principles and express their intentions so that no one is deceived, neither friend nor foe." Fidel Castro - History Will Absolve Me

Administering a Form of Justice (38)

Justice is raucous in proclaiming its conquests but retains a silence that smothers the brilliance of colours in its tenacity to detach itself from a parody of time. Time was forced to translate itself into a cluster of months characterised by deprivation and a manipulation of distance. It became incarcerated in its own identity, corrupted by a handful of puppets who were bestowed with the authority of restoring a semblance of dignity to society and committed to the obligation of allowing traitors access to a sheltered path that led to a vestige of 'fundamental rights'.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Administering a Form of Justice (37)

On the fictitious island, the malfunctioning halls of justice ensure that the identities of narrators who construct reality are perceived as part of the fable. Justice tries to portray time as a metaphor and judgments as the dignified signature of wisdom. Between the squares of the stained chessboard lies a parchment burdened with innovative ways of performing checkmate, translating the dimension of time as insignificant for the pieces writhing in invisible blood.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

The Anonymous Artist (5)

There was a hall in the alley, scented with fragments of music. The anonymous artist soothed the lacerations in her name with the compositions that glided towards her. The traitors who conspired against freedom stumbled in the darkness that swathed the alley, and with each hesitant step they took towards her, a piece of parchment swelled until it became her permanent shelter from the biographies that demanded and sought recognition. A paper mask, a music score moulded itself to her face, so the anonymous artist emerged with a protected dream and an immunity that transcended the rules of diplomacy.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

The Anonymous Artist (4)

Within the history that remains undocumented, there was a hierarchy that promoted rights by proclaiming their power to incarcerate freedom. Papers laden with calligraphy disappeared - to diminish the identity of the anonymous artist. In the following months, the artist traipsed through stale corridors, searching for her shadow. By the time the remaining months became a relic of the past, her captors had eliminated her name from the registry that documented prestige. A perfunctory letter deemed her a deserter, composed to promote the remnants of her name as unworthy of pronunciation.

In the silent battle waged between conspiracy and the anonymous artist, the latter claimed a victory that sustained itself by the inspiration of memory and the manifestation of language.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Administering a Form of Justice (36)

It is the mundane definition of fiction that eliminates the role of the impartial narrator and crowns the fabrication of conspiracy as the medium that points to reality. An impostor seeks to tarnish a narration that asserts its freedom to reverberate. The words defy the redundant theme serving to alienate the senses that scavenge for justification. They embellish themselves on parchment, asserting their testimony and ignoring the decrees outlined by the malfunctioning form of justice in its obsession to assert itself as the authority of our morality.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Administering a Form of Justice (35)

The absence of a trickle of blood satisfies a population that has relinquished the power of thought. The travels undertaken by words through the years have enriched the capability of venting contemporary definitions to define a momentary cause. In a malfunctioning democracy, an injustice is veiled behind a cacophony of verbal utterances that serve to widen the ambivalence between the spectators and executioners, conveniently eliminating the necessity of an impartial narrator.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

The Scent of Nostalgia (10)

Through the poetry woven in a foreign language, slivers of memory strive to reach me. The history of the narrow land bequeaths me with the odour of exile, and the papers are witness to the turbulent words. Reconciling the poet to memory creates a different reality within the confines of the present and the past. The voyage of the exiled narrator returns to embellish years with the words used on distant continents.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

The Theft of Memory (4)

The greatest asset of power lies in its reprimands to those who seek to unite themselves with the past. Contemporary democracy does not allow thought to flourish as a derivative of memory. It strives to separate the process of thinking from its roots, to annul reason and prohibit the masses from claiming the heritage of their ancestors. Democracy divests a revolution of its relation to the people by presenting the option of elections. In its ultimatum to any people who cling to language and history, democracy reminds its citizens of their vestige of rights - the compensation for reducing their memory to a vacuum.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Inscription

the sheets regurgitating blood betrayed
the raucous bodies stilled in stilted seconds
stuffed in dead eyes, words writhing away
from diaries written on flowers that hibernated
at the sound of shelling dissolving the logic
of meaning in countries striving to restrain the sea

the sky lowered a basket brimming with water
soaking lullabies evaporated by thunder

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

The Scent of Nostalgia (9)

If power admonishes the people who refer to history, the masses should stage an intellectual revolt. A way of mellowing the cry against injustice is by appeasing the people with words that are less than an apology and a travesty of the roots of justice. Power expects society to conform to its rules and assume the identity of the defeated. If society rises above the mendacity of contemporary democracy and its assumption that rights are equivalent to freedom, it might be time to unite the revolutionary singer to his audience once again.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Administering a Form of Justice (34)

In malfunctioning forms of justice, the imitation of amnesia is sanctioned by the marble halls.

The manipulation of laws by corrupt puppets in power allow a victim to be shrouded in vague statements, in order to protect the identity of those who deem their actions to be more honourable than the will of someone whose citizenship is not restrained to a single country. Inconsistent testimony is allowed within the rigmarole of rights that does not concern itself with 'lesser' blood spilled on stolen land.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Administering a Form of Justice (33)

The acquaintances of malfunctioning justice revel in the language of violence and intimidation. Distorted social norms expect victims to conceal their wounds and wither into oblivion, whilst reminding the rest of society that power rises above any law. Power is competent in exploiting its victims to gain an undeserved admiration, whilst concealing the reality that ridicules society's dignity in a parade of defence within the imposed incarceration.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Reality, Rights and Revolution (2)

The power that rules society tries to separate our identity from the history we never witnessed. Society is taught acquiescence as a skill for survival, which ensures the dictatorships of elected governments. Revolutionary thought is displaced and dispersed and culture is riddled with the rigmarole of accepting to be ruled. Instead of coherent protest and revolt, people are allowed the sole luxury of moaning and rallying around partisan parties in false hope, spending a cluster of years in waiting instead of deciding and acting upon the philosophy that the revolution is decided by the masses. Any act of protest by puppets in power is a sham that strengthens their reign over the conquered.

"Constantly denouncing the government, with contempt for the risks and dangers, is like a whip in the hands of a lion tamer." Fidel Castro Ruz

Thursday, October 21, 2010

The Scent of Nostalgia (8)

The voices within the revolutionary songs have transcended the violence of illegitimate governments that sought to annihilate the people they wanted to conquer. Years before my birth, in the island of contradictory landscapes and in the narrow land, the definition of patriotism went beyond a flag. It resonated within a song, resided in the minds of the people who mattered and endured the years of exile with a conviction. Years later, I find myself reading a poem to cultivate the yearning to belong to the culture that manifests itself thousands of miles away, living a metaphor that does not infiltrate the consciousness of society on the fictitious island.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Administering a Form of Justice (32)

The illusion of rights compels humanity into servitude and abominable gratitude. When violation of freedom occurs on a level concerning justice, a circle of begging, pleading and expectation is created, allowing the perpetrators time to consolidate their position of power. The distance between the social classes becomes irreparable as people in power revel on their pedestals and conjure up new strategies to prevent the unity of society.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Realities (5)

Within the confines of contemporary democracy, people are burdened with the theft of memory. Certain portraits of history are relegated to the irrelevant, leaving a void that strives to reach to its roots. Within the rights flaunted by society, there is the silent oppression that reminds you to remain with the majority. So some words lose their definition and others swell with the frequency of use, whilst society gazes at itself and laments the loss of its identity through the purging committed by the representatives of democracy.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Land of Paralysed Butterflies

This is the link to a poem I have had published in Palestine Chronicle, entitled Land of Paralysed Butterflies. http://palestinechronicle.com/view_article_details.php?id=16332

The Dictatorship of Democracy - A Reflection (3)

The sealed boxes were piled into the vehicles under the nation’s scrutiny. A dreamless sleep would be sacrificed tonight as the responsible citizens awaited the result of their involvement on the pavement of politics. I leafed through the pages of a battered book discussing democracy, colonialism and freedom, wondering whether intelligent minds might find a solution to the discrepancies offered by democracy. The intrinsic need of the population reduced us to beggars, in order to conform to the laws deeming the magnified surnames our masters.

As I stared at the length of dull paper speckled with colours and boxes, I was overwhelmed with the lack of historical fragments to influence my thinking. Unlike the old men puffing on pipes, my mind was unencumbered with suffering and speeches. I was unable to remember the past which adorned a country with a memorable uprising. My years devoured mention of the era because I had also hoped to lead a revolution for the people. But after those years, rebellion was tamed and fractured into policies, and the tattered clothes replaced with elegance. Society was splintered into echelons which rendered towns superior to the ploughed fields on the outskirts of the villages.

The invention of these lengthy papers prompting our acquiescence was attributed to the definition of democracy. My last glance at the pristine paper was brimming with vehement epithets at the social inequality which rendered all our actions futile. Our jailed freedom coerced us to be loyal to a pretentious system, which rendered our spontaneity a rigid routine. Back in the safe crevices of the rubble walls, I waited for a memory which lacked my participation, to assail the present with a loud roar defining the dimming sunsets I had not been able to witness.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Administering a Form of Justice (31)

Exile within a democracy is sanctioned by justice and carefully altered to blend in the atmosphere of alienation surrounding the people. Victims are created out of a fabricated conspiracy and the solution of exile soothes a frayed conscience that beholds justice as a chore. Meanwhile, the silent autobiography seeks to conquer an illusion of justice presiding over fabricated borders, and the cry from the island of contradictory landscapes wafts closer to expose the fiction created on a fictitious island.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

The Dictatorship of Democracy - A Reflection (2)

The declining days refused to grant us liberty. Our minds were perceived as passive and persuasive, and the colours frothed with rigmaroles designed to promote the narrators’ superiority. Shades born from mellow sunsets protected our autonomy, and together with the aged society which nurtured us, a dissenting uproar emerged which muted the efforts of colours to stain us with their indoctrination. We had recognised the injustices of which declared the necessity of natural rights to be ridiculed and reduced to a gift bestowed upon violation.

Tiny, sterile cubicles adorned with plain desks and wobbly chairs sprouted in every town and village. Each cubicle boasted of a grubby pencil attached to a length of string. Every mature citizen was expected to lead a revolution which would question the significance of trusting the magnified surnames to address the country’s needs. To our dismay, the contesting colours declared a rebellion sanctioned by power, exploiting the raw theory of nature against political dynamics. The citizens understood that the fabricated insurrection ridiculed the dignified spirit of the oppressed. But we had been tamed to oblige the despotic surnames which praised us for being an accommodating population. Beyond the safety of ancient rubble walls, we might have fallen in love with our role.

Minutes trickled into our skins, prompting us to walk towards the institutions founded to nurture our children. Groups of colours congested the pavements, regaling the shadows committed to dependability with pasted smiles or volcanic frowns. Each resonating step muffled the anthem of nature’s patriotism; our allegiance to colours whose shades we could not decipher except by name denigrated our hearts. We were taught to succumb and be scorned after making sure the graphite did not spill out of the printed squares.

My distance was parallel to the emptiness which should have been crammed with nostalgia. Peeking through the sheer drapes at the pavements burdened with empty, patronising minds, I tried to reminisce about a past prior to my birth. I was told it was an era marked by poverty, pride in a nation, and embroidered with speeches from an orator who inspired resilience in his followers.

Monday, October 11, 2010

The Dictatorship of Democracy - A Reflection (1)

I grew up learning about colours and the importance of not mixing them to form other hues. That process of creativity was reserved for the power that dictated democracy.

But the carriage plundering the alleys of forgotten villages reeked of a philosophy termed modernity, which was laden with concepts such as emancipation, economic growth and dignity. The villagers yearned to pursue the meaning of these laborious words and deserted their fields to purchase tomes burdened with definitions defining contemporary vagueness. The smell of soil lingering in farmers’ caps recoiled from these books, in which resided a verdict usurping ploughed lands. The shy snails and lizards hidden behind rubble walls feared us.

Awareness of our development was calculated by subtracting the years left for us to assume responsibility. As we aged, other colours emerged and defined their existence as a resistance to vertigo which lured the masses to seek valleys which alleviated their fears. The subservient populace speculated about the dangers of dissecting colours and adhered to a single shade, confirming an allegiance which flourished during the spaced routine of shameless democracy.

Exercises of separating history from present circumstances were parallel to stagnating in memories. Faces peered from massive billboards, either smiling or pondering the passing pedestrians. Emblazoned beneath the portraits streamed the rhetoric posing as metaphorical speech to create an illusion hovering between intellect and presumptuous rebellion.

My favourite strolls took me to the village squares, where benches staggered under the weight of old people brimming with memories of turbulent times and experiences which reeked of colonialism and upheaval. The servitude of our nation was mingled with resentment and appreciation. When I listened to the narrations, images of uniforms, pale faces and enforced humility sprang to life. Echoes of labourers toiling in fields conflagrated in the spectres of abodes demolished by the war.

I listened to hunger and poverty lisping the suffering of families in an elegy of tattered clothes. My age counted the crumbs of bread carelessly brushed off the table to be swept away. The child hibernating inside me thought of saving the baked dough to feed the sparrows hopping on the windowsill.

Weeks ago, I read the proclamations of colours vying to confuse and convince. Many villagers expressed the need of consulting dictionaries to discern the meaning of words which were given a new eloquence with every democratic exercise. The magnified surnames sharing a common culture with the insignificant masses looked down from their pedestals at us; fossilised specks on an ordinary tile. Our astonishment ventured to peer at the surrounding pristine tiles. The adjoining boundaries were threatening to limit our movement.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Administering a Form of Justice (30)

It is a necessity sanctioned by justice that the invisible narrator remains exiled. In the politics of democracy, the notion of majority shields itself in numerous cloaks to hide its putrid facade. The same rigmarole of elections is implemented in malfunctioning justice - with the slight difference that makes it more treacherous towards the society it pretends to safeguard. During elections, the alienated masses have knowledge of their opponents. With certain forms of justice, the invisible narrator remains an abstract within the identity forged by the author of silent violence.

"Justice remains the tool of a few powerful interests, legal interpretation will continue to be made to suit the convenience of the oppressor powers." Ernesto Che Guevara

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Hasta la victoria siempre! Venceremos!

A little town witness to the execution of the revolutionary now holds a remembrance that spans across the world. Imperialism is deficient in philosophy - it flounders in its thirst for blood and expects history to neglect its own recollections of the companero who shunned borders and citizenship, embracing instead the ideology of liberation. The false triumph that echoed with the murder of a revolutionary now seeks its own annihilation, as the words from the embodiment of loyalty resonated through and beyond the island of contradictory landscapes, to inspire a revolution that seeks to conquer through embracing thought and exposing the fallacy of the political frame that categorises its followers into majorities and minorities.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Reflections from a Companera

The democracy we are throttled with is a censorship of the cry emanating from the people.

In present realms, a date of remembrance brings us closer to history, and a dream that binds us tenaciously unfolds to shroud us in its definition. The reality on the island of contradictory landscapes strengthens with the words from the embodiment of loyalty . The fictitious island remains seething in the oblivion it created for itself. If there was a philosophy of certainty, it would be the reality of the dreamer who sought beyond to change the reality of the fragmented population that capitalism strives to annihilate with its rhetoric of equality.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Administering a Form of Justice (29)

When rule and law become inseparable, there is no recourse for justice to fulfil its role. The combination of malfunctioning halls and minority governments masquerading as a majority create the illusion of rights to conceal the distance separating the government from the people. A bludgeoned term by both entities is the concept of freedom. democracy needs its followers to believe that freedom is accessible within its confines, and justice bestows this fundamental concept on those it deems worthy, regardless of blame, crime or innocence. In the wake of this disruption, democracy and justice act as the sentinels that prohibit thought as a necessity for the masses, regaling them instead with explanatory pamphlets and reassurances that the highest institutions are capable of attending to everything, as befits their patriotic duty.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

The Distance of Democracy

Democracy is a distant form of governance, beguiling people into believing that freedom belongs to all. The emblem of political justice shields a culture of silent violence. Behind each face lurks the unimportant anonymity of an individual, the biographies unpublished and destroyed to avoid discussion of whether democracy is compatible with freedom. Democracy is producing a culture of existence that disdains though and promotes the jargon that splits society into categories, rendering voices and language an aberration of their natural function.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Administering a Form of Justice (28)

Wherever justice lurks, there lies the murder of a voice. The incompetence of malfunctioning justice is beheld in the theory that advocates an imposed estrangement. With a penchant for appearing supreme and fair, justice feeds on calculated oppression to retain its prestige. On the fictitious island, justice conceals itself and applauds when its spectre looms over invisible narrators, congratulating itself on the fortune of reigning over a society that is all too willing to become an accomplice in conspiracy.

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Book Review - Fidel Castro Handbook by George Galloway

http://www.greenleft.org.au/node/44790 This is the link to my first published book review, Fidel Castro Handbook by George Galloway, in keeping with the inspiration of this blog, the essence of which is a cultural revolution for all people.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

A Fragment of Freedom

To embrace a fragment of freedom ...
a) eliminate the suffocation of educational institutions and the expectations of conformity
b) realise the horrendous result of democratic elections

Democracy is incompatible with natural freedom. Its treachery lies even deeper than that of dictatorship, as it entices people to relinquish their thought for others to manipulate. The tyranny of democracy does not recognise the majority of citizens who hastened to sign their triumph, nor is there any consideration for the minority. There is abhorrence for the revolutionaries who constantly strive to widen the distance between their minds and the farce of electing a miniature majority masquerading as a collective voice.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Realities (4)

Land remains a keepsake gathered in plastic containers for those on the other side of the barbed wire fences.
This aberration coerces people to meet as painted faces on a canvas, to weep for an unknown homeland and to strive in creating a memory out of fleeting seconds guarded by rifles. When each memory is spilled from burdened minds, the wrath will fade beneath the dignity of the oppressed, and justice will be portrayed as the shadow of violence that eradicated lives before they were inspired to dream.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Realities (3)

Our reality allows the illegal incarceration of a nation decaying behind concrete walls, and ravages any attempt to ease hardship by destroying vessels of aid. It is the disease of democracy that applauds the isolation of people who bear the sears of violence. Countries upholding democracy contribute to a displaced nation's despondence by refusing to actively oppose the appropriation of land, citing diplomacy as the reason instead of political gain. The apathy shown by political power is in perfect harmony with what is expected from the dictatorship of a dominant majority.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Distances (10)

In the distance separating the island of contradictory landscapes from the island of conformity, terminology arrived at the shores in a tangle of dissonant syllables, devoid of meaning. There was no rebellion within the population of the conforming, fictitious island, because transgression against words had convinced them there was no need for ideology, no need for philosophy. The submissive nation's importance was that of a collective existence that could be governed by the puppets of power with confidence, for there was no hope within a nation that wallowed in decadence.

Friday, May 21, 2010

A Metaphor

The absence of the river was of no importance, unlike the wound festering in the absence beside me.

In the years before the sky weighed heavily on my head, I used to peer at the river from the dilapidated terrace that stood as testimony to seasons and the people that fluttered through as rapidly as time. The river was a distant, solitary blue vein contaminated with green and little boats disrupted its tranquillity. I thought of it as water – the faces beneath sprawling hats called it their itinerary. It was as predictable as their lives. They never sought what lay beyond.

One day it faded, changing geography and culture with its disappearance. The villagers despaired, reluctant to explore a land without water. I could have told them there was water elsewhere – I had completed my voyages on water, and land was a necessary transition to the mind of a restless wanderer. Their faces shrivelled; their hands gnarled and stiff, until only their eyes remained, trickling tears to entice the river into existence once again.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Tribute to Victor Jara - Venceremos!

Tribute to Victor Jara - Venceremos!
The lines fainted, their dilapidated strands
wove bandages for crushed hands,
that strummed strings in the wake
of imminent annihilation. The anthem
defended and defeated, braiding
definitions around treacherous throats

History bequeathed the stadium
with punctured lungs and slain guitars.
In the long, narrow land, a memory writes itself.

Dawn dissolved in dark mines and the victorious voice
banished melancholy below the butchered bodies
allowing the revolution its revival in the blossoms
of an anticipated historical future.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Administering a From of Justice (27)

Malfunctioning forms of justice in contemporary democracy rely heavily on association to build a reputation of severity. Beneath the facade of implementing punishment lies the reality of allowing innocence to be trampled upon by a society that forfeited its freedom to question judgement handed down by the authorities. Society is oblivious to the manipulation of rules that guarantee safety in its rush to applaud every conquest languishing behind iron bars. There is even less knowledge about the transgression that roams free and sanctioned by the marble halls.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Diary of a Companera - Beyond the Epilogue (3)

The island of contradictory landscapes bore the embellishment of a culture that refused to succumb to capitalist power. I beheld a nation that indulged in thought and caressed books with the fervour of learned philosophers. The revolution was impenetrable - a resilient yesterday that flaunted itself in the history of forthcoming days. As the embodiment of loyalty had declared, patriotism shunned the shackles of confinement to a single land and roamed through borders to create a perspective of unity beyond forged incarceration.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

The Politics of Power (4)

The island of conformity avoids discussion of revolution. There is no greater discomfort than to challenge a bipolar society into thinking beyond the current realm. The spectrums had long since distorted themselves and the society that failed to think kept indulging in the favourite pastime of promoting partisan ideas, betraying their freedom to advance beyond the blemished propaganda.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Distances (9)

The distance fabricated and maintained by justice diminished slightly. Beyond the island of conformity, a sliver of nostalgia executed the testimony of an exile. To fight against the fictitious island of conformity was a necessity that rendered alive the definition of triumph. Yet, the island remained a willing accomplice in ignorance and justice perversion, citing a declaration that derided the helplessness of beggars believing in human rights.

"In need, freedom is latent." THE GREEN BOOK Muammar al Qaddafi

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Administering a Form of Justice (26)

On the island of conformity, justice is an irregular and irreverent manifestation that disregards the invisible narrator in order to accommodate the consequences of fabrication. The power administered by justice conspires with time and negotiated freedom to coerce truth into a travesty of caution that translates into liberty for the author of silent violence.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Parody

There are fleeting moments that transform into a grotesque bubble tarnished with time. The vague itinerary of society swarms close, singeing the anonymous artist's pen with transparent blood. In the alley, the mask writhes under trampling feet that trespass on its solitude, and the epitome of falsehood lures thought towards common accepted norms uttered by malevolent justice - the equation of enforced exile being compared to a verdict of guilt.

The voyage of time within confines of justice refrains from revealing its definition.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Administering a Form of Justice (25)

Malfunctioning forms of justice present an interminable wait as exercising caution. The invisible narrator is coerced into a stance of cowardice as the only alternative to combat a fabrication that translates into months of solitude and deprivation. The alienated crowds smile, the author of silent violence breathes the same air as the anonymous artist, with the intention of disfiguring the metaphor embedded in the words.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Diary of a Companera - Beyond the Epilogue (2)

Beyond the mundane realm, the island of contradictory landscapes and the embodiment of loyalty awaited the definition of a companera's name.

The embodiment of loyalty and the manifestation of wise protection entwined themselves in reminiscences of revolution - a tangible memory embedded in the nostalgia of happenings beyond remembered years. The ornate calligraphy beneath the testimony was both a metaphor of yearning and a temperament portraying the rage against the stifling atmosphere of a malfunctioning form of democracy.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

The Scent of Nostalgia (7)

The scent from the narrow land wafts towards the fictitious island. Nostalgia is stronger than memory and deeper than melancholy. It is the combination of history, the testimony of the revolutionary whose hands were bludgeoned with the intention to ridicule, death in a stadium and music exiled whilst refusing to succumb to oblivion.

The guitar strings sear my fingers with blood, and I am transported back to a decade beyond my birth - witnessing a ruthless coup and screaming to notify the singer of his perilous journey. I relived history in the music that was stronger than its recollection. It was an extension of the revolution that defied the politics of power and amassed the nation to liberate the philosophy of thought.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Venceremos

The metaphor of universal patriotism and defiance of citizenship should be undertaken by the masses. Victory is not for the party and its elected members. It is the harvest of revolutions, whose travels within borders and calligraphy have traced a new philosophy that is in harmony with the inherent feature of humanity - a return to freedom without the rigmarole of human rights.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Diary of a Companera - Beyond the Epilogue

Another short journey to the realm of contradictory landscapes brought me facing the embodiment of loyalty to the revolution. I might have arrived on a date of commemoration - there seemed to be another presence reaching through the eternal realm. I sought to mould my language into their melodious vocabulary and managed to utter a conviction that held more depth than a slogan. It was the definition of a realm that sought the right to defence, and in its language there was no room for traitors.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Encounter

A fragment of a century ago the anonymous artist met the invisible narrator in a land that wallowed in colonialism. The invisible narrator hailed from a land that believed in endowing the masses with power, whilst shunning the contemporary model of democracy. The anonymous artist was a defective product of assimilation - shackled on a fictitious island that made an art out of intimidation.

Their meeting defied the mundane rhetoric to create a symphony that reeked of dissonance, according to the institutions that thrived on creating a society built on norms. Throughout the absence created by vengeance, the invisible narrator and the anonymous artist hastened to create an identity that could not be manipulated by need, recognised parody for the miserable exploitation that it embodied, and defied the stillness imposed by justice by eliminating borders to wander within the essence of creation.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Reinforcing Ridicule

Those enamoured of the antics performed by democracy are very willing to participate in simulated exercises of protest. There is never the scent of dissent within demonstrations organised by people in power. Such parodies serve to appease and alienate the participating crowd into mellowing their concerns and venting their frustration into frantic applause and banner waving. The crowd becomes the abused tool which serves to give a mediocre demonstration the lacking fervour.

Paralysed Butterflies

A misrepresented country with diminishing borders sighs and rebels simultaneously. The illegitimacy of usurping land and dignity from a nation is condemned, and the oppressors feign indignation at calculated speeches brimming with diplomatic tactics, reserving their triumphant expression for those who support democracy and the erroneous power of elections. Even protesters may be ensnared in the meticulous task of jotting numbers in perfect calligraphy translating into names ready to enter a coalition of increasing incarceration and displacement of citizenship.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Administering a Form of Justice (24)

Justice and bureaucracy are inseparable companions. Prosecutors are enamoured of the prestige that comes with their positions and narrators are obliged to exercise caution and patience to avoid unwarranted accusations. In systems that parade the proclamation of innocence until guilt is proven, the administration of justice gorges itself on the self-satisfaction that the majority of the population embraces the parody and alienates itself with documents that demonstrate the seal of higher authorities.

Administering a Form of Justice (23)

There are occasions when the malevolent form of justice teams up with diplomacy and incarcerating borders to create another realm of melancholy. Unity needs to transcend the barriers of ownership and seek refuge within the confines of philosophies that battle extreme desolation with the flaming beacon of resistance.

Distances (8)

In the emptiness created by circumstance, the invisible narrator and the foundations that constitute the parody of freedom meet to share the lament created by an erring justice system. In their cloistered existence, the narrator and the parody of freedom reveal their identity, with the realisation that not even freedom is safe from annihilation. Justice continues to smile patronisingly, allowing prosecutors to assert their position over innocence. Distances allude participants with the notion of protection and observers are guaranteed the pretence that ethics are an extension of impeccable judgement.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Resistance (2)

Resistance is the form of logic that transcends hatred. The oppressed that move from hatred to resistance defy the core of oppression that waits for people to ensnare themselves into exploiting their own fears, thus submitting incessantly to need. Resistance defies the concept of need as freedom ceases to depend on acquiescence, and blends itself with revolutionary philosophy.

"I have said all along that vengeance holds no place in a revolutionary's heart." Fidel Castro

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Need (2)

Leaders of democratic politics are effective censors. They coerce society into submission by creating the necessity to conform. The dependent society looks up to its leaders and fails to articulate its discontent, because participation in elections mutes the natural freedom of thought.

Society has to realise that the misrepresenting leaders it elects are bound by need, and they gain their strength from exploiting the natural freedom of people to nurture their own philosophy.

In a democratic society, thought appears to be just as treacherous as it is considered to be in other forms of political approach.

Distances (7)

The distance imposed on the exiled narrator would not be a testimony in history. Anonymous faces who suffer turmoil in the hands of treacherous justice are silenced within the vast confines of time. The anonymous face has no flourishing signature to add to the biography, but an incessant ability that thrives on instinct and survival - characteristics that are the opposite of the merciless laws that uphold fabrication as truth. The exiled narrator holds a firm faith that the entity of time will unravel to betray its metaphoric mystery.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Distances (6)

The exiles retreated to separate lands, once again bound by traditions and laws that encumbered their natural freedom. the philosopher and the companera immersed themselves in the shades of sunset, and there was no distinction between the invisible narrator, nostalgia and the fervour of revolt. The essence of distance was made whole by the necessity of closeness, and the hues smearing their faces bore the scent of fresh blood pouring from the laceration administered by justice.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Need

Current forms of demcoracy and capitalism have ensnared humanity into servitude due to the concept of need. Poverty, class divisions, and a lack of philosophical politics have churned out an environment which produces beggars who are starting to wonder why the Universal Declaration of Human Rights has been transformed into mediocre, popular rhetoric. The beggars created by need are slaves of work, victims of censorship, and an available commodity of poverty that prompts puppets in immaculate suits to exercise lessons learnt in diplomacy.

For the revolutionaries, it is diplomacy and its capitalist patrons that are considered the heirs of oblivion. Capitalism is as much indebted to need as the destitute it claims to protect. The need of the capitalist is greater than that of the oppressed, who have the ability to survive through ideals.

Democracy and Educational Institutions (2)

Democracy demands our submission to educational institutions, which strives to mould minds into repression. Educational institutions and their elaborate calligraphy on parchment should not be confused with knowledge, for knowledge cannot be garnered from individuals who patronise a system that fails to justify its persistence in negating its inherent failure.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Democracy and Educational Institutions

Educational institutions uphold democracy as an unfailing system and hasten to implement its politics to manage a mediocre hierarchy that boasts of knowledge and thought.

As the minority of dissidents discover on the fictitious island with a confused identity, the compatibility between democracy and educational institutions stems from their commitment towards betraying and oppressing any form of intelligence.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

An Alternative Definition of Democracy (2)

Democracy is a staunch supporter of intimidation. It is a system that depends on structures providing semblances of stability. Society is the commodity that manifests how governments manage to smother any expression that contradicts the dictatorial system of an overwhelming majority.

Governments are incapable of ruling a nation that retains its instincts and freedom. Democracy is the perfect tool of conformity, as the essence of revolution is dulled by intimidation. Intimidation of society is initiated by the educational institutions , whose primary task is that of transforming thinking children into puppets of acquiescence.

An Alternative Definition of Democracy

Democracy is a system where contradictions are rampant and socially acceptable. The population is deceived into voting a minority of the population into power, thus forfeiting their right to natural freedom. A simple explanation of how a population is fettered is as follows.

*Propaganda by political parties aimed at convincing an alienated nation into supporting one party or another.
*The elitist hopefuls feed on the nation's problems by promising change.
*The majority of the population is duped by the abominable declaration that voting is a right, so they respond by flocking to the booths. The revolutionaries abstain or invalidate their votes.
*The majority of the population elects a party that is supposed to represent them and pay attention to the objections of the minority. Voters are proud of their role in electing the government.
*After the triumph and a few hours of euphoria, dissatisfaction rears its head again, and the population waits patiently for another election to bring about change.

The concealed reality of democracy is simpler that the process explained above. It is a political game where people are blinded by "human rights" and handing over the power of the masses to a minority of political predators.

"Democracy substitutes election by the incompetent many for appointment by the corrupt few. " George Bernard Shaw

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Administering a Form of Justice (22)

Justice is responsible for churning out twisted rules that bind people into a parody of freedom. The incarceration takes place without judgement, so that the oblivious crowd does not recognise any breach of liberty, and the concerned individuals are shackled to an existence that thrives on pretence.

Administering a Form of Justice (21)

In an absurd judicial system, it is considered just for innocence to conceal itself like a cowardly traitor. The system of fallacious justice allows conniving parties to exploit the parcel of "rights" granted by a malfunctioning court to undeserving fragments of society, whilst imposing an indefinite exile on an innocent narrator in an attempt to guarantee safety.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Resistance

Resistance is a cultured form of defiance. A few days after the anniversary of the revolution on the island of contradictory landscapes, I am enticed with the notion of resistance, loyalty and culture embedded within the majority of a nation that understands the continuation of revolution.

Continuation means that resistance is not relegated to the past. It is an understanding of history and how excessive greed inspired a nation to rebel against imperialism. Resistance implies adherence to an ideal that does not fade with time or death. It is the ultimate form of loyalty that is not enticed by the pungent sweetness of apologetic treason.