Friday, March 6, 2009

Objects of Lust



Inspiration....

Marjane Satrapi started writing Persepolis when she was 29 in 1999, and it was published the following year. If she had written it 10 years earlier it would have been rubbish, she says, because it would have been too angry. Back then, her world was simply divided into goodies and baddies. Whereas the extremists of her youth took the shape of mullahs, now she sees them everywhere. "I am against fundamentalism. I am not against any religion, Islam, Judaism, Christianity etc. It is the use of an ideology to kill people that I am against." She is not critical of the veil per se, she is critical of its imposition. "I really believe in a society where if someone wants to walk in the street completely naked they will be able to, and if someone wants to wear a veil they will also be able to."

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Blu Tac


Some days words collect in my chest, just below my breasts. They mash up against each other like a big piece of Blu Tac and rest like a dead weight. I can feel their presence in every sentence i utter. I know they are there but i cannot speak them.
I am unsettled and anxious.
I know these thoughts, these words, these ideas are so close to my heart and so true to my person that they must be contained. I write, the words dont come. I speak, they dont travel to my lips. They wont move because they are afraid. Because within me they are safe.
What do i do with this heavy, sticky lump of Blu Tac that's glued to my ribs? Why is it that whenever i feel i have chucked it away it returns?

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Mohtarma Middling pops up again!!!

Mohtarma Middling's latest offering is online here

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Writing Home about Home


This week, quite by chance, a video of mine found it's way to artist Riaz Mehmood's video installation for the VASL International Residency 'Writing Home about Home'


In addition to this, Mohtarma Middling stepped out for a third time.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Amazon in training


Sometimes i wish life was less about mental agility, more about physical ability, and that i had started training to fight evil goblins as a child.
One day, this trainee amazon shall turn into a High Priestess and maybe by then, i'd have completed and published this deck of cards as well ....

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Stolen from quieter days when there was time to read

'The human being born to amnesia and heedlessness will have little in common with those chastened by precedent and memory and the desire to nurse the future into being
... IAN HARROW


Don't talk down to me.
Don't be polite to me.
Don't try to make me feel nice.
Don't relax.
I'll cut the smille off your face.
You think i don't know what's going on?
You think, i'm afraid to react.
The joke's on you.
I'm biding my time, looking for the spot.
You think no one can reach you,
no one can have what you have.
I've been planning while you're playing.
I've been saving while you're spending.
The game is almost over
So it's time to acknowledge me.
Do you want to fall not ever knowing who took you?
... JENNY HOLZER (INFLAMMATORY ESSAYS)


Life is not a series of events that can be coldly calculated, with levels of achievement that deliver you to a final height where you 'win'. It cannot be paused or have the channel changed for something better. There is nothing better than to live a life, to see the world without the vertical lines cast from the TV screen, to be a part of the grand scheme of things.
... ERICA WILLIAMS


A SINGLE EVENT CAN HAVE INFINITELY MANY INTERPRETATIONS

ACTION CAUSES MORE TROUBLE THAN THOUGHT

CALM IS MORE CONDUCIVE TO CREATIVITY THAN IS ANXIETY

CATEGORIZING FEAR IS CALMING

DECENCY IS A RELATIVE THING

HABITUAL CONTEMPT DOES NOT REFLECT A FINER SENSIBILITY



You should limit the number of times you act against your nature, like sleeping with people you hate. It's interesting to test your capabilities for a while but too much will cause damage.
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We deserve the right to Cultural Ambivalence

When global order is established
like type/words in sentence,
structure on a page;
it creates Violence.

Violent, dark etchings destroy the tranquility
on a clear unmarred sheet of paper;
like political unrest in people fighting
to lay claim to their own Identity.

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Print fell on deaf ears
Deaf to all but their fantastical inner worlds
You keep striking word blows
Its not incapacity that withholds understanding
Its only my desire to read another story
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