Tuesday, February 07, 2017

2327 : One for these times....

Philip K. Dick, The Divine Invasion, 1981

“What a tragic realm this is, he reflected. Those down here are prisoners, and the ultimate tragedy is that they don’t know it; they think they are free because they have never been free, and do not understand what it means.”

Sunday, February 05, 2017

2326 : Read 1/2017 : Amusing ourselves to Death by Neil Postman

This is my second read of the book. The primary premise of this book being Postman argues that if we don't understand television and social technologies well, they will eventually become tools of amusement and entertainment - and less and less focussed on "value".

Fascinating read. I must admit this book has always had a deep influence in my life. Being away from Facebook, Television, Twitter and the social dance for over 7 years now - I think I have internalized the being of Postman.

On a scale of 10 - I would rate it 10.

On a scale of insight I would rate it 10 on 10 again. Completely changed my way of being.

My second read was just as enjoyable as the first (which was many years ago).

Grab it. Read it. A definite must read.

Saturday, February 04, 2017

2325 : How have I been?

I have not written in recent times.
You ask me, how have I been?

I have realized that there is a lot of truth in Rushide's words. I have posted this twice already, but today I have seen more truth in this - than I ever saw.

Older Post http://spinningawheel.blogspot.in/2011/06/1510-all-writers-must-die-and-are.html

For the record, today I am the whore. I am the antiquated peddler of dreams and lust, and the bloody realization that the market has moved just passed me by in the stream.

The fire in the kitchen burns, but the oven is not hot. Pray Bullah, tell me - what is wrong?

Baal said, "I've finished. Do what you want."
So he was sentenced to be beheaded, within the hour, and as soldiers manhandled him out of the tent towards the killing ground, he shouted over his shoulder: "Whores and writers, Mahound. We are the people you can't forgive."
Mahound replied, "Writers and whores. I see no difference here."

2324 : Anginat Sapney from Humorously Yours (Vaibhav Bundhoo)

The more I listen to this song, the more I seem to like this.
It's happily melancholic (if there is such a term), and the lyrics just ring so true. You, I and Us  - all of us can relate to it.

Life is just a journey. It's our dreams that make it lovelier.

Listen and be charmed.

2323 : Where have you been?

She asked, "Where the fish have you been?"...."Idiot,  I was not even sure whether you were still alive?"...."Write, sometimes. Just once to let me know you still exist."

I looked at her and mumbled a half-meant apology. Then I went silent again.

A good 20 seconds later she said "Won't talk? Don't talk? Can't talk?".

I was numb, unable to answer, and yet, a few seconds later (swear this happened), the bars of the rhyme of the jukebox switch to the next song and play Depeche Mode's Enjoy The Silence.

Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world
Painful to me
Pierce right through me

Vows are spoken
To be broken
Feelings are intense
Words are trivial
Pleasures remain
So does the pain
Words are meaningless
And forgettable

In her exasperation, she does not listen to the words, till I pantomime the jukebox to her....finally a good many seconds later, she smiles a tired "give up" look.

The universe is strange, but its timing is rarely wrong.