I am a fairy doodle
The biggest ass bird that flies with Icarus
I am a accoutrement of flat discoveries
With a Once Upon a Time love...!!!
I make no sense with poetry and never with my words
I make sense with the buttons of your memories
and when the rain drops down in my pillow
and fly away leaving me chained to laughters
I am a fairy doodle
I am a Fairy doodle
I have no dreams coz I only have maintenance bills to pay for them
yesterdays a filthy flat dumpster and today's a dustbin
Inside my heart
I am a fairy doodle
I only hate superstars with extra cheese
I hate the world's justice with a silly saucepan man
I love nothing but my mom's scorn
For having caviare with boxer shots
I do not know who made the Wall
I am the fairy doodle woman
I am alone in this celophane town
asking for some lighthouse isolation
amidst dissolving eyes that seperate me and you
You the fairy doodle do not forget
you who made the stars throb
you who you who who who who
you you you
I am the fairy doodle still.....
la la la la doom doom dum doom
o am just marooned here
maa aa roo roo ned...da da doom
da doom dum doom doom damn
damn damn am just nobody to me
to you you you who who who damn doom
damn damndamn damn
I am a marooned fairy doodle
from my own damn dreams
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Monday, August 21, 2006
Why should women think beyond the present
As a woman what I missed most was an epic heroine who would make me travel my own dreams in my own terms. I miss that still. There was no world for me beyond being a secondary mate on the back of a horse riding along with the prince or the villain or the story. I was never deemed the centre of my own story except for in Romances where there was no flavour beyond what the man-writer thought I was all about. My voice was never there. I was never me. I was living in someone else's dream. I wanted my own story where I am something beyond a final prejudice and an approximation of something multiple, higher and extensive. I wanted to be so special with all the effort a man-writer or a woman-writer would invest in me and make me not so much of a woman but a free spirit. Idiosyncratic, human, a social construct and yet tearing away from it all the time.
The present is full of such monotony and without any understanding of where to start defining a woman. I think a woman is not a definable object. She is a summation of her own quests and achievements. That's where we talk about histories and women. A woman is an epic of experiences and her present is a matter of subjective documentation. Discourse is the very field of wrestling and women should try to derive their own sense of history and thereby create it for our pasts and our futures. A woman or a generation without a voice in the histories is again a story without any place for her. She is a shadow of error.
Woman and her politics is never resolved until she herself write her agenda beyond the present.....
As a woman what I missed most was an epic heroine who would make me travel my own dreams in my own terms. I miss that still. There was no world for me beyond being a secondary mate on the back of a horse riding along with the prince or the villain or the story. I was never deemed the centre of my own story except for in Romances where there was no flavour beyond what the man-writer thought I was all about. My voice was never there. I was never me. I was living in someone else's dream. I wanted my own story where I am something beyond a final prejudice and an approximation of something multiple, higher and extensive. I wanted to be so special with all the effort a man-writer or a woman-writer would invest in me and make me not so much of a woman but a free spirit. Idiosyncratic, human, a social construct and yet tearing away from it all the time.
The present is full of such monotony and without any understanding of where to start defining a woman. I think a woman is not a definable object. She is a summation of her own quests and achievements. That's where we talk about histories and women. A woman is an epic of experiences and her present is a matter of subjective documentation. Discourse is the very field of wrestling and women should try to derive their own sense of history and thereby create it for our pasts and our futures. A woman or a generation without a voice in the histories is again a story without any place for her. She is a shadow of error.
Woman and her politics is never resolved until she herself write her agenda beyond the present.....
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