I wander. Where do I fit in this tapestry of acquaintances, lover, and friend? When they say lovers, they mean a pair, just like love birds, are sold, in jodus. Are we a pair? Are we; Inclusive? Conclusive? Elusive? Or Simply, Illusive? What then are we? A metaphor? A false analogy? A leap of faith? Or A destined moment written in ola leaves; ...
You might be familiar with the process of paraphrasing a poem, i.e., you take a line from the poem and write it in your own words to express its meaning, bringing out its key elements. The criteria of a good paraphrase are as follows: It is not a summary. It does not contain most of the words or phrases from ...
Yesterday I was all dressed up for awurudu. Yesterday was my first day in school. Yesterday I was a kid in montessori. Yesterday I was a fetus within the womb. Yesterday I was my father’s seed. Yesterday a speck in the cosmos. Yesterday I was on my death bed. Today I will die again.
Paraplegic syllables stumble off her tongue. Tripping on their consonants – trance-position errs. Tongue flapping wet, wild, delirious. Speaking the sense of madmen, veiled voice of divine truth. Here’s a glass, take a listen. Set it right against her throat. Hear the gushing of a river flow, rapid then slowed. It is that sound so familiar that washes over your ...
Here are some verses of mine that I’ve written for my solo rap project as well as my band Rap This, Ko?, plus, my very first appearance in a music video, rapping, half lotus, on the boardroom table at work. I tried to encapsulate the little I have learned from advertising into this verse. The concept for the above was ...
They commodified you in Modern Times, as Chaplin mimes, to ignorant fools en masse. A la carte is how you are served, fate on a silver platter, feet dancing to the clatter, pitter, patter. Peter Parkers don’t find the time to be existentialist. And Mary Jane whatsername’s too caught up in the womb of Mother Earth, or a spider’s web. ...
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 ...
Ever since I gave up on my A level exams I’ve had an incredible knack for letting myself down. I’m a higschool and college dropout. I’ve even dropped out from workplaces. I don’t want to continue in the same vein. Defeatist, a word I’ve used to describe the behaviour of everyone aside from myself. Hypocrite, a word that is coming ...
Last year, a project called Poetry Assessor sprung up, claiming to be able to assess a poem’s worth by applying computational linguistics, facilitating high volume filtering of poetry submissions. One of the poems that were ranked by the Poetry Assessor that caught my attention was Dylan Thomas’ “The Hand That Signed The Paper”. Here, I have deconstructed the poem into ...
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 ...
Dreamachine The technology was simple, I was told, yet executed with the most meticulous detail. On entering the room, one would not have the faintest notion of what was going on. Yet within those four walls a magician’s hand was at play. Howl had no name for his device, or even its application. Howl was only interested in the use ...
There is a valley between us that grows as we grow apart. Through the valley a river flow - once rapid, now slowed, calming to an unnerving state. Unaware of the movement below, a lake of fire thru Earth flow. Footsteps, seldom measured strain the ground, lacerating the Earth’s clay-faced expression. Blushing red, swell mountains as we stand on their ...
It all started when Larry T Hill was co-hosting the Yes Home Grown Top 15 with Yazmin Yousuf and I was called up for a phoner. I picked on his fashion sense and revealed to Sri Lanka his aptitude at ballet. He didn’t take kindly to the former, and personally challenged me to a battle rap. When it came ...
For ears that listen and hearts that hear! Vice versa! So finally it feels like I’ve done something with my life. Okay, maybe I shouldn’t start out by building up expectation. Still, I am quite happy with what I’ve accomplished working with Suma, Buddhi, Chikka and Mahesh at Wagon Wheel Studios. Over a period of two months we managed to ...
We once lived in a world of black and white, red and yellow, salt and pepper, blood and piss, melting into seas, lakes and rivers, blue-green giving way to ships that sailed the circumference, defying notions of a flat world, bringing the flesh and blood of the Africas, spice and staple of other people, saffron robes and silken roads, entangled ...
It’s official, 8tracks is now my go to remedy for boredom. I’ve assembled a bunch of mixtapes, each focussing on different moods, genres and themes. There’s a good chance you haven’t heard a lot of the music on these, so do have a listen and maybe you’ll discover some gold. This one right here was made in the spirit of ...
