Friday, May 4, 2012

Chewing Cud.

Its hard to remain silent when inspiration strikes you. Harder to feign written coherence when she is accompanied by a weedy looking chaperon. This is truest when the inspiration that did strike with such tantalizing promises of distinction is of a highly ontological and therefore oxymoronic nature and more so if shes has among her shady admirers the great king of all wannabeees!


I am therefore I think and therefore I be. 


I Kid thee not!


While writing something of any value whatsoever, of paramount importance is the veracity of inspiration that drove home the seed which enabled the initial effort. But the soul of any piece is forged by the writer's thoughts, the quality of which is the piece's kiss of life!


If you however like to think recognition is over rated(!), by all means turn to blogging. Find in the rotten crevasses of a bloggers brain the key to human stupidity - bull shit entertainment.
The human mind never reaches full potential because it is soo bored so much of the time. Some brain cells just decide to call it a day!


All we need are challenging soaps, depressing sitcoms, and raunchy family dramas.




to be continued.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Ars WhatsNoticA!

Rhyme is capable of conveying meaning because its an application of meaningful repetition of sounds woven together discreetly to convey a meaning whole.
Our ancient penchant with rhyme stands testimony to our species's deep need to use the drums to inform the tribes members across the forests of impending dooms, urgent calls or simply that DINNERS READY!


 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ars_Poetica

This one does not rhyme at all, has a mutant for a scheme. Read at serious risk of getting revolted at its lack of rhyme scheme and the metaphorical disasters!

Listen to the roaring joy
Wean hearts from gloom
Hark! Their words, their doom
Lying women speak coy

Children of light
Of foot ,thought  and life light
Save us not this time 
For, last night death taught mime

Lazy men, brooding champions
Sinless hearts wrought with  effort
Glory treads on fields of carrion
On and on they marched to the fort

Of Castles dead are their songs
Of battles wed, are their tales
Blazing eyes and glowing tongs
When All they ever knew took sail

Long ago did the Westmen sail
Ghost and ghouls call their sin
Bawling babes left behind rail
Valiant champions flee the din