Art is the proper task of life











{April 30, 2007}   Orange’d

Gently peeling the skin of the citrine fruit, the anticipation melts away.

Spring is always near.

But am I afraid?

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James Bond is an unrealistic misogynist good for nothing chauvanistic pig! That’s right, that’s what he is- A Misogynist Pig! A Misogynist Pig! A Misogynist Pig! A Misogynist Pig! A Misogynist Pig!

I am glad I got that out of my system. Now back to grading.



{April 26, 2007}   He fumbles at your spirit

By Emily Dickenson

He fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys
Before they drop full music on;
He stuns you by degrees,

Prepares your brittle substance
For the ethereal blow
By faint hammers, further heard,
Then nearer, then so slow

Your breath has time to strighten,
Your brain to bubble cool, —
Deals one imperial thunderbolt
That scalps your naked soul.



Life can be ironic but irony can also be life. This is Aliana’s predicament and not just her predicament but the predicament of her friends. Lets start with A. A is for Aliana. I have not been praying lately, I know that I should and I desperately need to but can’t seem to bring myself to do so. G got played and guess what it was a desi guy, a Pakistani to be exact thus proving me right – again. At least she knows what she is looking for, as for me I gave up long time ago. L has stopped writing to me but I am going to be equally stubborn and not write her back. Well what can I do? This is the way I am. J thinks that’s she can out stubborn me, guess what sister, I am the best when it comes to stubbornness. I hope there was more certainty in life. But life doesn’t work like that does it? I don’t like finding out my dependencies and when I do I have to make sure that I have to make sure that I am no longer dependent upon them. In the process I always get hurt, sometimes even severely. And with Z, well I wish for once Zeb could try to be herself.



{April 25, 2007}   The Weeping

By Frederico Garcia Lorca

I have shut my windows.
I do not want to hear the weeping.
But from behind the grey walls,
Nothing is heard but the weeping.

There are few angels that sing.
There are few dogs that bark.
A thousand violins fit in the palm of the hand.
But the weeping is an immense angel.
The weeping is an immense dog.
The weeping is an immense violin.
Tears strangle the wind.
Nothing is heard but the weeping.

Translated from Spanish by Kenneth Rexroth



{April 24, 2007}   I’m Nobody! Who are you?

by Emily Dickenson

I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us–don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!



Reading a poem and the leaving comments on a recent post at Everything Is Eventual reminded me of a time when I was the “official” poetess of my crew, those were the days. I may not be that great in this task but hey every woman is entitled to freedom of expression or at least she should be. Now I am coming back from my poetic retirement and here is Aliana, the perpetuate, the victim, the master and the slave of irony. Enjoy. I was going through my notes and came across a quote by an old acquaintance so I thought this would be a good opportunity to imitate life again. This is for all of my friends who thought that art imitating life could not get weirder. Here is my conversation where we alternate.

Conversation
Aliana Mirza

Dare I say I missed the alphabets?
But at Zay, why did thee place thy bets?
“Life without prickings is no true life;”
Life sucks, this is the sage’s fife
Nay, self-discovery is what he preaches
Limit of my mind-reading thee breaches



{April 14, 2007}   20,000 opt out – Happy now?

This is fact that I just learned from my roomate. Of all the people who have subscription to the magazine Sports Illustrated 20,000 opt out of recieveing the annual swim suit issue. Naturally this would make me happy right? Then to spoil it she said that’s out of more than 20 million. Life sucks!



{April 5, 2007}   No Comment

I can’t believe its been a week since I checked the blog. I should try to be more regular in my blogging habits. Any one of my uber-feminist friends e-mailed this to me and I thought I should share this with everyone.



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