... If rape or arson, poison, or the knife
Has wove no pleasing patterns in the stuff
Of this drab canvas we accept as life—
It is because we are not bold enough!
- Charles Baudelaire
(Roy Campbell's translation)
"a mile or more in a foreign clime, to see farther inside of me" - syd barrett
But I sold my freedom
For free room and board,
Like a monkey in a zoo. - Daniel Johnston

Saturday, February 3, 2007





On Solitude" - by him...


Some of us have the tendency of enclosing ourselves in
a capsule of loneliness and "one"-liness.
You too seem to be wrapped around in such type of a
flurry little world of yours. Its probably the best
thing that could happen to you - "A little world". May
be thats why they advertise paradise usually as a
caribbean island - small, isolated, peaceful,
someplace where one can feel alone, and yet surrounded.
Kinda like a world in its own.

And maybe if you do, by some twist of fate, creep out
of that tahiti of yours, and step into the common
world for a while you would find it interesting, and
quite appealing, to plunge into the pool of economic
blabber, sociologic chit chat, and pyrotechnic
mishaps. You try to feel at home in the wild sea of
globalization and worldly communication finally to
realize that you are not at home. And then you race to
catch the sunset ferry back to your little dominion.
In the hassle, you stumble across some long lost
friends and some short cost acquaintances, that you
once had wished to reconcile with, but hell - you
have a ferry to catch. So you hope that maybe they
would all understand and that fate would once again be
generous some other time, and you wave a half frozen,
half roasted good bye to your long past buddies who
appear to be wearing a rather injured look, as you
disappear into the crowd that also seems to be heading for that
very sought-for ferry. Perhaps latter on as you lie in
the comforts of the soft sands that blanket your
little worldly island, you'll question the winds as
to why you had ever thought of getting yourself away from
home into solitude. And hope that, unlike fate, the
wind would be kind enough to whisper to you the
answers of this long asked question.

Anyways, hope the wind does whisper to you and you are
not so pre-occupied or unoccupied that you wouldn't
notice its whispers as they die and fade out in the noise and
cadence of the material world.



Among the very many things one has to do in life, we
sometimes take time out to consider the motions of the
past and trends of the present in an attempt to get a
glimpse of the future. Sometimes we realize that may
be the sail is not set in the right directions and we
make attempts to recourse the flow of events. And it
is during this process of steering your petite boat,
across the ocean against the tide and into the new
direction that you have considered and set for
yourself, that you encounter experiences like never
before, experiences some good, some bad ,and some ugly
but nonetheless all cherishable. It is these
experiences that will define "you" and that'll take
you away from the prosaic self that you once were.

In turn you may also find that you are becoming a
person that you once did not want or expect to be.
But then you were young and unlearned and now you have
grown tall and possibly proud - you were in a
different boat then and in a different boat now. In
any case, the future is determined by the present and
wht you do in it and not by the past and what you had
thought then.
All that you must know is whether you are steering the
boat or the boat is steering you.
And that is the difference between loneliness and
"one"-liness.

...................................................
-(September, 2005)
Photo by him... from yohan's cam - Feb,2007

2 comments:

Yohan said...

Again, quite superb.

Ladies and gentlmen, we have a poet!

Yohan said...

The "Dancing in the Moonlight" one is excellent, as I said in my comment at the time. However, there's an interesting point to be made there. You raise a series of questions about the man by the firelight, and then proceed to say "Perhaps this is why..." There is some ambiguity as to the nature of this 'answer'. There may also be a moral/ethical ambiguity about what it is the author values.

The "On Solitude" post is in many ways similar to the sentiment here, although I get the impression that it privileges the choice of solitude over merging. Perhaps I do too. Not sure what the wind's whispering answer might be like, but I imagine it varies from person to person.