Inarritu/ Smith

A few weeks ago I watched Amores Perros, a film directed by Alejandro Inarritu. His works put me in the mind of Zadie Smith, the little I have read of her work. Their stuff has the flavour of shimmering tightly-woven tapestries, with each vignette that makes up their stories part of a grander puzzle that …

Letting Go (or Trying to Quit and Failing)

How I long for a medium grand enough to do justice to my inner torment. – Jane Lane, Daria There is a solidness that has crept up on me. It is a luminous realization of my abilities, or rather, how far I am willing to explore them. It is letting go of long-held beliefs about …

A Little on Photography

Like anyone with a sense of colour and vision, I enjoy great photography. It takes something much more than a camera and ability to point and push a button to take a moving and poignant photograph. That is why I shy away from taking pictures. I feel that there is something lost in attempting to …

Two More

Two more kisses for her and for him. Two more minutes spent to make a smile. Two more times we forgive. Two more steps, two more stairs. Two more servings of veggies. Two more biscuits, slices of pizza. Two more shillings, two more saved. Two more heartbreaks, Two more cracks for the light to shine …

coolnotcool

You don’t have to make something that people call art. Living is an artistic activity, there is an art to getting through the day. – Viggo Mortensen Being cool isn’t cool enough, not anymore, at least. I was listening to a short audio clip fo Zadie Smith (her again!) and she said that young writers …

“Why do I have to be anything?”

Before long, the only voice you recognize, the only life you can emphathize with, is your own. – Zadie Smith, Speaking in Tongues About a month ago I accompanied one of my cousins to visit his girlfriend’s home. It is the first visit in what will in the next few months be the beginning of …

A Bit on Kendrick Lamar and “Untitling”

A brand new excuse ain’t nothing to me. See I made my moves, with shackled feet. I [may] understand why Kendrick Lamar did an album without naming any songs. He started where he was by speaking his mind and his heart at that given time. What he had to say could not be named, could …

Hiatus Kaiyote and Little Sleep

Grieving for the undead, what was newness hardens into relics beaten by time’s winds until renewed. Broken man shiny reborn healed slowly. Moths dance around a dust-covered soul, flitting in and out alive of dead embers. Fumes of roses withered sting eyes that no longer see blue rainbow sky. A bookmark in a red heart …