Freedom

"In one remarkable paragraph, Rushdie's Chamcha is told how the upper-class whites objectify the immigrant's identity in England: 'They describe us... That's all. They have the power of description, and we succumb to the pictures they construct' (Rushdie 1989:168). The Arab literary critic Sadik Al-Azm (1991) cogently observes that in Rushdie's novel, just as in Jean Genet's palys The Maids and The Blacks, the charaters only become objectified 'others' through the gaze of a superior 'self'. By accepting these stigmatized identities, they begin to gain control of the asymmetrical relationship. In The Blacks, the black protagonists frequently declare, 'We are what they want us to be. We shall therefore be it to the very end, absurdly.'"

Have I found a way?

It dawns upon me that I might get more sleep if I did less things.

Hrmmmmmm...

A just relationship is a symmetrical relationship. Both parties must bear the same burdens of justification, explanation, adaptation and love. I'm tired of unilateral conformations. Help me find a balance.

It's the way he looks at me, that says this isn't over.
From the outside looking in, you see there's nothing sacred here.
Nothing sacred.

You can bend, but you can't break.

For the reasons out of my control, I try to make it roll like a dice away.
I say that I'm all empowered here.
This is obviously not clear enough to you.

You can bend, but you can't break.

Hey little girl keep dancing
Hey little girl keep dancing alone
'Cause there's not enough time in your day to keep you here.

The soldier's daughter
Did your daddy
Did your daddy hurt you?
Did he make you feel bad?
Did he poison your views with the water he was raised on?

Oh your father's son says hang on
Hang on

Hey little girl keep dancing.
Hey little girl keep dancing alone
'Cause there's not enough time in your life to stay here.

So over the hills he'd climb, just to see me there in time.
Just to watch the sun shine through my dress.

~ Tonic.

Journey

Understanding human life is more than subscribing to a certain givenness but is instead constituted by an active relationship with the circumstances in a person’s life. Any concept of culture must then consider moments in social life when the given or habitual is disrupted, when that which may be glossed over as “normal” and fixed is transformed by crisis into a world of alternate possibilities

~ Glen

"You know
I need to know myself
and what I believe
and my convictions are my own"

"AMEN!
Can I blog this too?"

Beauty and the Beast

You're not a stranger to me, and you are something to see.
You don't even know how to please
You say a lot, but you're unaware how to leave

My darling lives in a world that is not mine
An old child misunderstood out of time
Timeless is the creature who is wise
And timeless is the prisoner in disguise

Oh who is the beauty? Who the beast?
Would you die of grieving when I leave
Two children too blind to see
I would fall in your shadow, I believe.

My love is a man who's not been tamed
Oh my love lives in a world of false pleasure and pain
We come from difference worlds, we are the same.
I never doubted your beauty
...I've changed

Changed. Who is the beauty?
Where is my beast?
There is no beauty
Without my beast

My beauty...my beauty
My beautiful...beautiful...beautiful
Beautiful beast