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June 05, 2008

Migration

Dear all,

I’m moving from Warwick Blogs over to wordpress, because this blog will expire by the end of summer. It’s sad to leave these comfortable pages for the confusion of a new platform, but change is good and I think my new blog looks quite dashing. It’s where I’ll be posting from now on.

New Blog: http://wolvesandlovers.wordpress.com

See you there!


June 02, 2008

Chris de Burgh with Aryan – East/West pop fusion!

Came across this collaboration between Chris De Burgh and Iranian pop band Aryan. Now, I’m not a pop-lover, and have never listened much to Chris, but this video made me happy. It’s a rare fusion between an established Western musician with an Iran-based group. Though western influences have been used and fused with Iranian styles of music for decades now, it is seldom the case that within Iran east and west come together physically, and with such good quality as this.

I hope to see more collaborations like this on in the future!


March 17, 2008

Fukitol

Pharmacology has a sense of humour, apparently!

This “wonder-drug” is in fact a lifestyle choice, cleverly packaged into a drug parody that had me chuckling for some time! Check out http://www.fukitol.com for more details!

And as for the inspiration of this drug, though I’m not entirely sure which one came first, check out this snippet from a Robin Williams stand-up show:


August 08, 2007

Here or There?

Writing about web page http://www.hereorthere.com/members/intotheflame

Hello!

I’ve been writing travelogues again recently, this time for hereorthere.com and you can check out my stuff at the above link! There’s pictures and stuff about my USA, Sri Lanka and Europe trips so do have a gander…

It’s a tres cool site with lots of wonderful travel experiences to read about so you’ll enjoy browsing other members’ writing while your on there, if travel’s your thing!

Why not join up and make your own profile…I know loads of you have been/are currently traveling and it would be a cool way to show everyone what you’ve been up to…

Other than that I am finishing up the feature on Iranian contemporary literature and culture that I’m doing for The Warwick Review. The issue will be out in september so what ths space for more news on that…

I’m off to enjoy the sun, before it starts raining again!

ciao for now x


July 16, 2007

Just around the corner…

My fingertips touch the keys, apprehensive and impatient. They hover and suddenly begin jabbing random keys frantically, producing a string of nonsense: the DNA of a character that is always lingering mysteriously in the shadows of a summer’s night, laughing somewhere beyond white sheets blowing in a spring breeze, and running from my outstretched fingers as I try to pin her down. All I want to ask is her name. I’ve been exploring her neighbourhood for months. I know the grainy texture of the wooden door to her apartment. I know every cobble that paves her cul-de-sac. I know where she buys her morning bread and how long the smell of her coffee lingers in the place where she sits each morning to breakfast. I know her daily route, her shadow allows me that much, and I know she is unhappy, the city’s sighs tells me as much. Her state is one which naturally shuns others. She will not allow me to come any closer, not until she trusts me. She leaves me clues about her past, like breadcrumbs, scattered throughout the city streets that she wanders by day. The city contains these bites of memory in the places which she occupies, and has occupied: the worn patch of stone on the porch where she sits each morning; the scratched lamp post which bears one of many notches that, as a newcomer, she made to trace her very first exploration of the city; the curvaceous script carved onto the Eastern Quarter’s archway. She teases me with these slow discoveries. And, in chasing her, I am playing detective to my self. She knows me better than I know her, pre-empting my thoughts and motions, leading me blindly into the next paragraph, stringing scene to scene and mapping my intentions for me, as I attempt to create something new from what has already been alive for years.


April 18, 2007

Quote of the day

A day comes when we understand that tomorrow will be no different from today since of today will it be made.
~ Proust


March 17, 2007

Lunar Eclipse

This is an amazing shot of the lunar eclipse that occurred on 3rd march. It shows each phase of the eclipse as seen from the eiffel tower…NICE.


March 04, 2007

A "found" joke

Reading Incoherant Empire by Michael Mann and I came across this…have a chuckle:

Palestinians tell of an apocryphal UN world survey containing the question “What is your opinion about the food shortage in the rest of the world?” They say the survey failed because in Africa no one knew what “food” meant, in Wester Europe no one knew what “shortage” meant, in dictatorships no one knew what “opinion” meant, and in the United States no one knew wht “the rest of the world” meant.


February 28, 2007

Rageh Inside Iran

A few people have asked me about what Iran is like recently, especially as it’s in the news so much these days what with the nuclear crap. This is a great documentary by Rageh Omaar, BBC journalist, who spent some time in Tehran (Iranian capital) to find out more about the lives of ordinary, and extraordinary, Iranians.
I highly recommend it. Enjoy!

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4679426685869498072&hl=en


December 08, 2006

Complicated melody

I’m listening to India Arie’s song ‘Complicated Melody’. It’s beautiful. It’s also a good title for the past three months; it’s been chaotic, structured by the cycle of each week, evolving, sometimes repeating in fugic cycles, ending, beginning afresh and et cetera. I haven’t been blogging any of it, though, and it’s about time I got this old clock ticking again. The christmas holidays have just begun so I’ll have time to really give it a shot…

BANG! BANG!

It’s Christmas

x


September 23, 2006

Cavutos?

Political humour – do US news channels ever say things their happy to admit to?

Question Marks on News Shows Are CNN and Fox just asking innocent questions?
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September 12, 2006

Want to know?

Writing about web page http://www.wanttoknow.info/index.shtml

In preparation for my module STATES OF DAMAGE: Us writing and culture post 9/11, I’ve begun to browse the internet in search of documentaries to brush up on my conspiracy theory knowledge of 9/11 and the current Western “politics of fear”. Bit late in starting you may think? Well, yes. I can’t believe I haven’t been more proactive in finding out more earlier…I think it was taking up this course, and being reminded by the 9/11 anniversary yesterday, that I don’t know enough about the history and scandal of 9/11 and the subsequence events of the current “war on terror”. It is truly a fascinating world of speculation, and quite addictive too. There is SO much stuff out there that you can easily spend days hopping from one documentary to the next, one site to the next, one book to the next.

On particularly good site I’ve stumbled across is Want To Know and the best short film so far, in terms of engagement and atmospheric filmmaking, has been this one about the plane that allegedly crashed into the Pentagon

I also began reading 9/11 Stranger than Fiction, which you can get read aloud to you on google video by a monotone computerised American voice. Annoying as hell, but worth it for the article if you’re too lazy to read the book/to poor to buy it ;)

You’ve probably all seen/read these before…but they’ll be interesting for anyone else doing the course or wanting to follow up 9/11. I guess I’m a latecomer huh? I’ve just suddenly been hit by this extremely urgent need, more so than usual, to understand better the political situation that we’re faced with today, and the only way to understand it better is to begin with the tragic event that kicked it all of in recent years, 9/11.


September 08, 2006

Mukhtar Mai

Writing about web page http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mukhtaran_Bibi

I was driving home just now, listening to radio four and one particular news story hooked my attention: that of Mukhtar Mai, an internationally successful figure in the fight for women’s rights in Pakistan. She’s been in the news lot over the past few years so you may already have heard about her, but I felt compelled to share my enthusiasm for this powerful woman.
Mukhtar was gang-raped on the orders of a rival clan in her native village of Meerwala, Pakistan. Backed by the government, she managed to recieve compensation and won a court hearing that ended with the prosecution of some of her rapists, a feat acheived by only a miniscule minority of Pakistani women who suffer the same fate.
The part of the story that really held me was how she used her compensation to establish two school is her home province, one for girls and one for boys, in order to combat the negative treatment of women with education. She believes this is the only way to create a lasting impression and ethos of respect between men and women in the next generation. She never recieved education as a young girl – there was no school for girls in her village – so she has created the opportunity for young girls to have what she never experience, and what she believed would have made a significant difference. What an enlightened and truly inspiring individual; to use her experience constructively to combat a taboo, but extremely important issue within her native environment.
Her latest progression has been to set up a weblog! I’ve tried to find it but failed…Mukhta is illiterate herself, but she dictates issues and debates about the unacceptable treatment of women in rural Pakistan, which are typed up on her weblog by a local bbc journalist. She is spreading the word and creating an awareness of abuse that has passed us by silently until recently. Good on her.


September 04, 2006

Moussu T e lei jouvents

Writing about web page http://moussut.ohaime.com/

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This is my find of the week: Moussu T e lei jouvents (Moussu T and the Yougsters). I first heard about them from the independent arts and books review, susequently found them on myspace music (wherein I became their first, and only, fan – but let that not be a reflection of their talent by any means), and am now particularly taken with the last track of the album, ‘Soulumi’.
The band are a meeting ground for the cultural diversity and vivacity of Marseille port, and their music sees the integration of Brazillian, Jamaican, African, French, and the “Mississippi Delta” to a wonderfully colourful, blusey effect. The album is categorised as blues, and most of the songs fit that mould in rhythm and melodic prominance of the blues guitar, but there are pleantly of reggae beats and barimba twangs in there to add multinational spice to the flavour of Moussu’s music.
What does this music sound like? Why, like Marseille of course! Literally…the cosmopolitain sounds of its many co-existing people, the creak of ships, the rough friction of ropes, the strumming repetetiveness of waves crashing. Simple, raw and laid back, yet exciting music…kind of like a curry – full of different flavours that blend perfectly together.
Have a listen to the full version of Soulumi, or get a broader perspective on the whole album here.


August 28, 2006

A Way.

Writing about web page http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/europe/5292102.stm

It's been a while since I last posted, but I've begun writing regularly again, and here is a poem that was inspired by the news story given in the bbc link. Obviously, it isn't an acurate account, only inspired by how the story moved me. Enjoy.

  • * *

And there is always a way. A way in, a way out. A way.
Away – I flew from there like a swallow urged onward by the wind,
my feet pounding the pavement harder than necessary,
attempting to ground myself and prevent my weak knees from buckling.
I’d never
run so far
so fast
in all my life.

Master. It was his way of hoisting my white flag, allowing him victory:
“Master”, I call, tears automatically coursing down my cheeks at him command;
“Master”, the slow strangulation of will, the hard iron cuffs about my skinny
wrists, carving his mark: “Master” into the bark of my bone.
Every night
was yet
another
day.

He found me on the way to school. It was as simple as “Hello”, as simple as
a handshake. A How–Do–You–Do. Simple, yet, as is the way with fate, that hand–
shake sealed a contract (I was not old enough to know about small–print)
and hand–in–hand his grip tightened and off he walked, trailing me behind, my
feet tripping
over
one another.
And the tears.

Ten years. Those words mean not a thing to me. What is eight years?
It is not 365 times eight. It is not twelve times eight. It is not measurable for me
except by the childhood I lost, how much I missed my mother, and the memories
I’ll never have; high school boys, the parties and a sweet sixteen. Sixteen was never
sweet;
it
was
putrid.

But there is always a way, a way in, a way out. There is a way to condense eight years
into an acorn, and
forget.


July 14, 2006

Platforms Magazine

Quick note from Florence – I'm alive and it is HOT out here! (weatherwise)
More soon about the travels…its been wonderful…but first check out my first (second) published work, thanks to Roy :)
A few of my poems can be read in issue IV of Platforms Magazine

The magazine is general very cool so check out the other sections too, and while you're at it browse the back issues ;)

Enjoy :)


June 15, 2006

Yet another year…

Two down…a life–time to follow…

Does time speed up as one grows older? Kris was trying to explain the physics behind the possibility of time travel: basically (and I'm sure there's a lot more to it than this) if we manage somehow to travel faster than the speed of light, we will begin doing backwards in time. Blows my mind.

Apparently, the faster we move, physically, the more time slows down – does this mean that time's going by so fast because I'm too stationary? Maybe I should try doing more? Yes. Do more. But what? Writing – DUH! And music too. Write faster, read faster, sing faster (higher?) and you'll have more time? I'm sure one of you Warwick physicists out there my want to correct me, I'm just using this as some extended metaphor for my sudden motivation to write write write sing sing sing and do as much of it as possible in the time that I have to myself this summer!

Time Travel - Alpha Andrews

This year's been manic in many ways. I'm not sure I even want to try and sum it up, I feel like I've already moved into the next phase of things. Grounded as a feather swept away in a fresh breeze. I'm sure there's a lot more in store. This summer is panning out to be interesting – Europe (if Vahid gets his visa), Ireland, London film festival and then wherever the wind blows me, maybe even new york. Watch this space.


June 08, 2006

Eating Figs

Soft. Ajar and inviting: split me.
So I do, peeling back the bruised skin, slightly wrinkled like a wisened face, to reveal a colony of seeds. Two perfectly equal halves. I brush the entrails of one with my tongue, the tip exploring populations of tiny pods, like a hand emersed in a bag of kernels. They ripple beneath taste–buds, greeting them with the pleasure of reunited lovers.

Eagre teeth sink slowly into the mustard hyde and crunch the stiff seeds, cracking so many shells and severing fibre sinews.

I eat one half at a time.

One of them is held in the pergatory of my plam, resisting the temptation to squeeze and spill the entrails over the lip of the halved skin. The half in my mouth is sugared kalamari, a bag of magic beans, a Romantic's heart, all swilled around and inbetween each tooth. What carniverous pleasure. I cannot wait to eat the vulnerable Other.


Poem

I found this in my notebook. It's not great, definately needs redrafting but I thought I'd post it all the same...

sunlight fades and night
crawls into bed
beneath the covers
wraps a gloved hand a–
round my pupil
and darkness dissolves
into that non–space between
sleep and trying
too hard to
sleep

in which I toss
and turn
and turn
contorting
itch
pin pricks
of elves who have discovered a new
mischief;
these irritated limbs
a mirror
for twisting thoughts
– a flutter –
butterfly beside my ear
each frantic wing–beat
calls
come close
come closer

I see the spider's web that's latched you on
take me
let me
I’ll ease into your fragile frame
and flap,
flap and
set you free

she flies
(or is it he?)
and heavy whisps of thought
push through my ears
slide along my hair
and out,
and out into the air;
I spin my mind throughout the room, around
my bed
releasing slaves of memory
who’s chains I wove with this same
pseudo–spider craft;
upon each strand,
a single tear is thread.

a salty river flows
glazing webs that grow
throughout the room
now glistening
as if they wear
the morning's dew—

clever butterfly
turned these self–indulgencies
into a natural work of art


June 04, 2006

Middle Eastern influences in Romantic and Victorian Poetry

Three days 'til my Poery and Society exam and I have begun to wish I'd taken an interest in it earlier. Due to various reasons, mostly my attitude towards the course, I haven't worked as hard as I could have this year and now that I am beginning to read the poets of the Romantic and Victorian eras in more depth, I am finding myself enjoying them more and more.

What I really wanted to blog now, is my discovery of Middle Eastern influences in Poetry of this period. Two examples:

Shelley's The Revolt of Islam, a poem in twelve cantos. The revolutionary radicalism in this poem was too much for Shelley's publishers and he was forced to revise it considerably and publish it under another title.

Matthew Arnold's Sohrab and Rustam. Rustam is the epic hero of one of the greatest works in Persian literature, The Shahname and Sohrab was his son. I haven't had the chance to read the poem thoroughly, but it may be Arnold's version of one of The Shahname's many stories concerning Rustam and Sohrab's lives.