We all live a life of crime: in today’s world implicating you don’t break laws almost on a weakly seems to be unrealistic.
So many laws to break, so many ways to do it.
We all live a life of crime
We just live it at different levels.
I can hear the sounds.
I can see the sights.
I can feel the waves and the beats to my heart.
Trembling inside.
Now big like a balloon with no space.
Suddenly into the sky with no confines.
I sink to the bottom of the sea in my scaphandre.
My thoughts rise like bubbles from the depths.
Into the air, swallowed by the thunder of the waves.
The impossibility to nail the right words.
Why does it all seem to fly away…
None of it is really captured.
Just the imagined traces left behind
Here, in this optional title.
iCal. My week.
Mon, Tue & Wed are filled in.
Thu & Fri is not going to be empty anymore in about 30 hours.
Apparently I have time to fill this in…
Christmas is over, its exam time now…
I’ve been travelling and away during the holidays and so nothing has come up here. I have lots of wonderful photos but now is exam time and putting them up is procrastination (so is this, less severe).
So there will be probably nothing new before mid-February as I will be away again after exams…
Enjoy!
The sun shining through textiled plastic
The realisation of our age
All reality is just a theory, hazed by anomalies
The effective reflection of plastic light on the blackboard
Now transformed to white with ageless wisdom
- Jonathan Jouty
Wrote this in chemistry class last year… thanks Tanuj for motivating me to put this up by continuously putting stuff up yourself
A short commentary of what I think about it:
Line 1:
Natural element represented by the sun and fabric. Synthetic and man made represented by plastic. This line shows how man has made nature synthetic.Line 2:
Our modern world is based on the synthetic life we have created.Line 3:
How we try to understand everything, it’s never properly and fully understood. NEVER.Lines 4 & 5:
Plastic light is what we have created from nature, and its effective outcome (reflection) can be seen on the blackboard.
The last line is a mockery of our modern knowledge (not that it is bad, just pretentious) and how with our plastic light we have transformed a perfectly clear mind (the blackboard) to one of deeply incrusted concepts and ideas (chalk on the board).
I have been once and again
To a room
A room known for beauty
Unique in its diversity
A room that does not move
For its space is infinite
Now standing again in this room
The first and last visit
Yet again
something seems to have stayed
The furniture seems to me same?
Had I taken a picture,
eternally i would remember
Yet again
one thing is for sure
It never looked so bad
The lilacs are gone!
I’m sure they were right here
Yet again
is it time to leave?
Wait! Let me bring something to remember
What a wonderful lilac
It’s the last one!
yet again
We are here
yet… again
Where are the lilacs?
It was so much better with them
I take the last one
Yet again
Yet.. Again
I am here
It disgusts me
Its in such a mess
Who did this?
Lets get out of here
Yet again
are you with me?
Can you see what they have done
The blood trickling towards my feet
I scream and run through the door
I am here
Yet again
Faster and faster
I run
Have I been the one in this room
You! What happened?
Tell me
Say it wasn’t me?
..
Swinging violently
Determined to leave
Has it grown smaller now?
No time to think
Lashing my way out
The harder I hit
The smaller it gets
And I just spiral down into a speck
Yet again…
- Jonathan Jouty
This is supposed to be about depression… a vicious cycle plunging down into darkness
Photo from: http://www.flickr.com/photos/paopix/198344116/
TIME: Death, Life & Replay
The talk is timed
repeated and rewind
fast forward and denied
it happens every, Time
is not important
Slowed down
The river reaches the end
Forgetful, tainted and dying
For every meter it looks alike
yet every meter it loses time
Time for you, and time for me
time to talk
and deny
fast forward - and rewind
Hit replay, one more time
- Jonathan Jouty
Thoughts on birth, life, death, reincarnation and the cyclic and pounding waves of samsara.
Photo from: http://www.flickr.com/photos/gadl/284995199/in/set-72157594316295785/
This picture stands as a symbol for so many things, bringing up a thousand different emotions.
It challenges points of view, stand back, gain perspective and feel the power of such an iconic image.
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