On Family.

October 29, 2012 § 14 Comments

The family is a subversive organization. In fact, it is the ultimate and only consistently subversive organization. Only the family has continued throughout history, and still continues, to undermine the State. The family is the enduring permanent enemy of all hierarchies, churches and ideologies. Not only dictators, bishops and commissars but also humble parish priests and cafe intellectuals find themselves repeatedly coming up against the stony hostility of the family and its determination to resist interference to the last.

Couples in non-arranged marriages join together for deeply private reasons, and because those couples create such secret lives for themselves within their union, they are innately threatening to anybody who wants to rule the world. The first goal of any given authoritarian body is to inflict control on any given population, through coercion, indoctrination, intimidation, or propaganda. But authority figures, much to their frustration, have never been able to entirely control, or even monitor, the most secret intimacies that pass between two people who sleep together on a regular basis.

For this reason, powerful entities across the ages have always tried to undercut natural human bonds in order to increase their own power.
Whenever a new revolutionary movement or cult or religion comes to town, the game always begins the same way: with an effort to separate you- the individual- from your preexisting loyalties.

The Subversive Family by Ferdinand Mount.

Will you, too?

October 22, 2012 § 14 Comments

I don’t know what’s inside

your head when you tell me

it’s not going to get anywhere.

Is it boredom or insecurity

or aloofness?

Your tired, blank eyes speak

a lot more than you ever do

as we lie in the bed and listen

to Roger Waters singing

Comfortably Numb.

Yes, that’s what we both are:

Comfortably Numb.

I will wait till we

find out what is it.

Will you, too?


Truth: Haiku.

October 14, 2012 § 18 Comments

Our lives change every moment
and the truth is veiled beautifully under
realms of what we see.

[Picture clicked at Kashmir, India.] 🙂

On Art.

October 9, 2012 § 34 Comments


The artist is the creator of beautiful things.To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim.

Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.

They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty.

The moral life of man forms part of the subject matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. No artist desires to prove anything.

No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style.

No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.

Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art.

All art is at once surface and symbol.
Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.
Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.

It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.

Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex and vital.
When critics disagree the artist is in accord with himself.

We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.

All art, is quite useless.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray.


Words II.

September 28, 2012 § 31 Comments

She stirred his words
with both her hands,
mixed them in a bright
in-your-face shade of pink,
stirred some more,
picked up the bowl
containing the final mixture
and poured it over herself.

She cooked his words
in a deep base pan,
o’er the hot burner
that was her heart,
added all the spices
to make it eat-able,
spread the mixture on
toast like marmalade,
and ate it up.

She wrestled with his words
in her head,
squeezed them
broke them into pieces,
pinned them to the floor
of her own imagination,
and in the end
always let em win.

Happy birthday NS. 🙂 I know you don’t understand poetry. But i will keep my promise. Someday, i will make you read between the lines!




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