You are the artiste, I – the magician. You play with colour and shape, as you trace the lines along my face. Yet I may choose to disappear, bend the rules that keep my here. I tread the wire that suspends belief. You find me here, yet lose yourself, as colours give way to shapes that melt lines between ...
It has been nearly two years since I last cut my hair. It was somewhere in January 2010 when I had it shaved off, just before dropping out of college and heading down to Hikkaduwa to work. At that point, I had no intention of growing my hair out, it just occurred. As the months went on, I traveled back and forth from ...
So we had a poetry reading of sorts last week at Green Path, where Open Mic once took place. It was just a few of us, some having to leave early. But everyone present did read something, and we had a few rounds of poetry and even some prose. There’s something of a review here: http://www.thesundayleader.lk/2011/12/04/just-words/ Krishantha did a rendition ...
While Ceylon today readies herself for the dynasty that is to take hold of the country, the opposition seems to be trying to overthrow their leader. Both sides though are megalomaniacal, with one looking less threatening in his shirt, tie and pants all neatly tucked in like a good little Colpetty person. While the red-scarfed man need not worry about ...
Drew this at the request of an aunt, was initially just the face and then the trunk. I tried to restrain myself but I was asked to go crazy with it. So I did (:
These were compiled over the last few days, not quite sure where the inspiration came from. Started reading up on Metatron’s cube after revisiting The Mars Volta’s The Bedlam In Goliath. I swear that album does things to you. Used just Paint.net, layers, polar inversions, twists and turns for these, and geometric shapes. Got “Voltar” printed out on A3 paper ...
Ordinary bus ride. Noon sun melts the skin off my back, gently dripping along the seat. Far from inconspicuous couple seated in front of me. And old man enters, climbs aboard one hand on the rail, the other holding precarious strings attached to boxes with holes punched through. A coin turns between his hand and the conductor, as the silent ...
So this space has been closed for a while, like Samara being shut in the well as she tries to crawl up all creepy-like in the second Ring movie. *shudder* And in the meanwhile I have been up to… well, not so much. But it’s been a pretty good not-so-much, I’m quite satisfied with being lazy. I think my definition ...
So familiar and overwhelmingly warm This one, this form I hold now. Embracing you, this reality here, This one, this form I hold now, so Wide eyed and hopeful. Wide eyed and hopefully wild. We barely remember what came before this precious moment, Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside… This body holding me, reminding me ...
source:http://www.musicfanclubs.org/rage/words2.htm and the internets. The famous speech on 02/02/93 Stokholm at the Melody. “We’ve got to regain knowledge again, and we’ve got to regain an understanding again, of who we are. Not just those chosen to fuel systems, but individuals who have the power to criticize and analyze, and attack injustice when it becomes prevalent and apparent in front of ...
Thousands of thousands came, Leaving as they were, Empty wallets on the floor. These bubbles do not float, They walk but not walk, They speak but not speak, For their very foundation is weak, As it relies on their strength, And their strength is their ignorance - bliss – but not Bliss. And who are these bubbles, They are you, ...
