The oppressor's terminology creates bulletins which vanquish the necessity of freedom. On the fringes of society, the identity of the lesser crowd is submerged into incoherence. Within the stronghold of bureaucracy, the crowd is classified into diverse echelons of anonymity, to be tried in various halls commemorating the fallacy of justice. On pristine manuscripts, the lesser crowd's memoirs are tarnished to deplete the memory of its own existence. The crowd is incarcerated into the oppressor's definition of freedom - an anonymous entity scavenging for survival within the sight of an alienated society.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
My interview with Jorge Coulon of Inti Illimani published by Upside Down World.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Fragments of a century fluctuate within history and a contemporay realm, mingling words with the philosophy of patience. The sepia shrouds the anonymous artist from a fallacious lament, allowing language to disassociate itself from its dissonance. The epitome of trust lingered within a realm that defied the mundane laws of necessity. From beyond the borders hindering our vision, the soothing tone lingers to create an abundance of sentience - a testimony that withered incoherence with its infallible tranquillity.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
The anonymous artist gathered fragments of dreams, blood and sand obliterating all traces of morality and eradicating ethics with the remnants of survival. The declaration claiming universal protection deserted its definition, embracing explosions and entrails wasted beside corpses. The lament wavers within a fragment of recollection imprisoned on the fictitious island - surrounded by the complacency of an alienated society. There are instances where speech becomes incongruous - ridiculing the necessity of articulation. Within the confines of the fictitious island, the fragments of dreams weave a narration that differs from reported technicalities, with the entrails imploring deft fingers to soothe their mutilation by uniting them in a testimony beyond the disfigurement of 'revolution' and the insatiable appetite for oil.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
In the fable of mediated revolt there is a conglomeration of conspirators and a conflagration of the unwanted. A united authority protects the realm of power in an assertion brimming with misconceptions. Language is butchered before civilians to allow no argument for discrepancy between collateral damage and spilled blood. In the purple sea between the continents, shades of brown on splintered wood are embellished on agreements that deride declarations of human rights. In democracy and democratic revolutions, blood is retained as proof of success and the epitome of protection, neatly bypassing the necessity of debating the reign of a tyrranical majority.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
the stuttering serpents silenced the wind
whining about journeys jeopardised by dust
photos crammed in gutters impregnated with remnants
of innocent scorpions tangled in slaughtered lace
trailing from the executioner’s pen
a shard of image peers through its trapped breath
frothing beneath the colours, pining for its ancestors
drenched in sepia, stolen and fabricated
from the stained blade of a blunt guillotine
Sunday, June 5, 2011
An article I had published on History In An Hour blog, discussing the Prison Letters of Fidel Castro