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The Fight for Power (Part 3)

Posted by ghostpipe73 on April 5, 2009

If the all-powerful one of Sarawak were to fall one day, who would be powerful enough to replace him?

Perhaps those who are most oppressed now, would be annihilated, by those who now have the most bread and butter in stock.

We are looking at the possibility of self-inflicting genocidal tendencies now, a fast-approaching subculture bred by those who truly despise the white-haired man.

Whether any good or bad it will bring, who knows.


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The Automat

Posted by ghostpipe73 on July 27, 2008

This classic modern painting by Edward Hopper is one I had pasted on my desk wall for a long time while I was a university student years ago. I feel it represents solidarity, loneliness, a certain kind of sadness, an inner turmoil refusing salvation, stillness, serenity, suffering in silence, a simple quiet moment. You can almost feel yourself sitting in the girl’s place, one hand holding the cup of hot drink (presumably but most probably) while the other still warmly protected by a brown-black glove. She still has her coat on. Maybe it’s cold in the room. Or maybe she doesn’t plan to stay long. Who knows.

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Life as I see It

Posted by ghostpipe73 on January 19, 2008

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The Prophet

Posted by ghostpipe73 on October 14, 2007

One of my favourite modern literatures of all time – Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet, first published in 1926. I first heard of his work back in my university days in Imperial College. I remembered being introduced to Gibran by a good friend and also my faculty mate Ramanath Gheerawo, or Ram, as we called him. The copy of this book I have is published by Penguin Arkana, which I bought somewhere in one of those small bookshops in Camden. That was in 1994, I actually scribbled some textural idiosyncrasies down with the year of purchase on the preface page. The book describes him as a poet, philosopher and artist, a Lebanese who was considered by the millions of Arabic-speaking peoples familiar with his writings as a genius of his age.

The Prophet speaks of simple, daily things which most of us take for granted, living our lives through day by day without even as much as a glance to what happens around us. I bring to your attention to an extract of his writings which, until this very day, catches me in a subtle avalanche and renews my belief in what love is supposed to be:

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, ‘God is in my heart,’ but rather, ‘I am in the heart of God.’
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these by your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged hear and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstacy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

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