Wednesday, April 25, 2007

The Absence of a Heart Leaves an Hourglass Shape

Overnight, she is different.
Now she breathes only sand and salt,
clouds of talcum and dust.
Her chest is a hole
dug in a desert dune.
She inhales to fill it,
exhaling only shadows.
The absence of a heart
leaves an hourglass shape.
It takes so much time
to replace the missing weight.

Tears spent, she ignores thirst.
She doesn’t remember food.
She closes tight as a seed,
storing herself for later.
She no longer craves even air.
But, oh—
the possibility of lightning,
like a crack in the purple-black sky,
the sweet chance of rain!
She dreams of flowers
like hundreds of crimson mouths,
parting their lips
among cactus thorns.

by Christine Boyka Kluge

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Friday, April 13, 2007

K

"Artists use frauds to make human beings seem more wonderful than they really are. Dancers show us human beings who move much more gracefully than human beings really move. Films and books and plays show us people talking much more entertainingly than people really talk, make paltry human enterprises seem important. Singers and musicians show us human beings making sounds far more lovely than human beings really make. Architects give us temples in which something marvelous is obviously going on. Actually, practically nothing is going on."
Kurt Vonnegut, 1922 - 2007.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

In life, there are times when you come across a composer and realise how fickle everything is. I am feeling that now. Mr. Toru Takemitsu (contemporary Japanese composer) has made me realise a few things. Change. Again. Time for me to leave everything, disappear to an island and never return. Its the end of materialsm.

Monday, April 02, 2007

7 lights from the inner side.

Mr. Eduardo Niebla is my new hero. This song makes me cry. :( Such beauty is rare. So rare.