Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Pair of eyes

Are you doing this,
Or are you really doing this?

You know what you have taken up,
You silently watch and understand
What is happening, and what is hidden
You choose between your inner eyes
And your outer eyesight.
For a better vision, it’s good to have
A clear pair of eyes.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Can We?

Is it not possible that you stand in front of me
And I stand and dance in front of you
We stand each other for a long time
We move from room to room, into the light
And we glide back into the dark
Is it possible to talk and laugh and buckle
Pickle, tickle and to lift our sides in awe
Can we rest this moment and wait for the next
Preparing our early smiles and toothy grins
Building up a huge barricade of magic
And move from room to room, run down the stairs
And run and catch our breaths away, and cast
Cast our bodies away, our useless bodies away,
Touching where we never went alone,
Hunting where we never played, played like
Two lost children with nobody
And waiting for nobody.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

The Genealogy of Truth

Maybe I am an actor, a sycophant, somebody who conjures a fake reality in front of his eyes because there is not already a satisfying reality in my holding. I cannot perceive a reality which I can be sure of, and therefore I create these illusions. Language is another illusion, because words don’t really mean anything, they are just placeholders, empty on the inside with beautiful faces, and maybe there is really no within, no deep, there is just an artifice. At least that is how I feel right now, there is only fashion, and all work consists in fashioning, rearranging, gathering, distributing, demarcating. When language enters the human person, there is a beginning of interpretative ability. For without language, things are what they are. They are incomprehensible, without meaning, without reason, but they are really what they are. Their identity is indivisible from them, and they hold a unique place in reality, and this uniqueness is not abstracted from them, and innately resides in them. When we start using language, words begin to proliferate. Suddenly, words are taking places in our minds as objects or experiences do. Language is the basis of organized knowledge. Only through language can I understand in some sense what you feel and or have felt. Language mediates our experiences and our minds in a unique event, where we exchange what we only have for our own selves. We share that which innately defies sharing through language. The signs put down in a system of language are fragile and always mutable, no doubt. But they are there, they are firm in the present, available for discourse. These signs are then, objects or images in themselves. Language facilitates the creation of alternate identities for things which already had an identity, but these identities had no relation to language. These identities were innate in the true sense, free from derivation or interpretation. Language entered and disturbed this perfection of existence. Language supplied several alternate meanings for the objects and weaved several stories around the things we experienced only in a unique fashion before. Language thus becomes a truly human creation. And it is not a mere tool in the hand of man, it is a lens through which reality will forever be seen henceforth. As time goes on and language facilitates more interaction and gives birth to more meaning, there begins a seduction. The newly-found meaning of things and experiences seduces man into creating a world of illusion relating entirely to this meaning, and existing solely for the reasonable and moral completion of this meaning, which is a child of language. Man believes in the exchange and storage of experiences with a moral sense. Thus is born morality itself. Because morality is not possible without a social scene or without a common pool of human experience. The dawn of language creates a new passion in man, the passion of moral definition of all experience. The will to morality takes birth in the human mind, and makes him a thinking animal. This moral drive will give birth to religion and civilization. Since there is language, experience can be divided into meaningful sub-parts and be identified as such, as appearing in a logical order, and being subordinated to some larger experience. And there is now possible a contemplation of experience separate from that experience. This contemplation is what we call thinking. Thought now becomes the new master of human will, replacing a tactile will to experience which is now forever lost. Thought mediates all experience and becomes more and more important. The will towards a more rational and organized thought begins now. Since language is now wholly obvious and indistinguishably permeating all experience now, it can be used to build a separate image-world on the plane of thought, separate from the real world. Man now works and builds his world of thought. The will towards this huge change is supplied by the moral seduction of language – the previously unknown beauty of things and experiences. Beauty is the experience of seduction, where man is captured in a moral womb, surrounded by meanings and signs supplied by a language of his own construction. Thus beauty is truly a human creation – a shelter he created as he created mud-huts and houses. The experience of beauty is a moral event, disturbing and playing with man’s moral identity, not with his pre-existing identity. This is why the beauty of things grows on you, and becomes more and more evident as time passes. Subjective experience is possible only after the creation of language. Experience was unique and pre-provided before language. It is only in the shelter of language that a multitude of meanings take birth. Thus began a subjugation of human will to subjectivity. Experience could no longer be firm and taut, but was standing only in the service of human morality and thought. Now, experiences were not lived, but created with a fabric of life. Life mutated from itself and became a grand experiment in morality, a continuously subjective work of art. At this stage, life was art, and art was life. Life was experienced through faithful signs and images. This was the perfection of civilization. Civilization was a human creation, the complete human sanctuary with free-play of moral signs and life lived with a meaningful plan.

What is truth?

Truth is the true experience lost in the creation of language. Truth is what disappeared when symbols were born, and the shadow of truth was subjectivity, blurred at the edges and enlarged for dramatic effect. Truth is sleeping inside human minds, and we get reminded of it in frantic dreams during sleep, where we revisit the lost time with again, a moral and nostalgic longing.

Thursday, October 6, 2011


Written for a certain
The answer comes at the very end
But it’s available in your sign language
And sung on the garden swing
And all the questions are remaining
Are swimming on the true colours
Every mist is coming back in time
And all clouds are floating further away
Doubt is hung in the middle
Closing in on a very easy secret.

Time is gaining on us
and time is waiting for us
And time is playing into us
And time leaves us behind

Events learnt to memorize
In history class two nights ago
The wait is longer today

As you and me sit
And prepare our case
We are delivered from reality
We jiggle a little
Settle on a couch and laugh
Reality is posing for a photograph.

Monday, October 3, 2011

There is music

Oh there is music
There is still music
Gorgeous music
And now
It goes on
I am crying
Music is watching
There is music
Sweet thing
I go with music
I leave
music leads
shutting eyes
I am dying.