Film review: Radiance

This film review is well overdue as since encountering Radiance early this year I have watched it over 5 times including the times that I have just listened to the audio as I fell asleep. That is how much impact this film made in my life the first time I watched it and I feel … Continue reading Film review: Radiance

The ocean that Cupid resides 

You provided warmth, The heat of the war that rose inside me transformed My inner thoughts. You were never mine , Even though our stars align. With every tick of the clock my life slips away But I find comfort in this display. They say that one’s life flashes before their eyes at this moment … Continue reading The ocean that Cupid resides 

A Gift never Received 

Inspired by Machuca and the false hope that the socialist regime gave the people. His thoughts ran far away from the conquest that loomed over him Far away from the oppression that stared him right in the face It was foreknown that he could not change his position in this world nor change the way … Continue reading A Gift never Received 

A Nameless Love

Inspired by the animated movie: Your name. Love: If only I was brave enough to whisper it to the air. To let the vibrations of the atoms send joyful signals to his ears. But that would only awaken my fears. I'm a coward. I'm scared of exposing my feelings for him. I'm afraid of looking … Continue reading A Nameless Love

Weeding out Hopelessness

Michael Landy, a pioneer of the Young British Artists movement, was born in London in 1963. Landy is best known for his performance installation piece "Break down" where he destroyed and displayed all his possessions. In 2008, Landy was elected as a member of the Royal Academy of Arts London and continues to make a … Continue reading Weeding out Hopelessness

My love for Language

<<J’adore les langues>> is an expression that could be translated as “I love languages” or “I love tongues”. Both translations to an eye that is used to the English tongue might find the two statements to be completely different expressions but they do mean the same thing. Language is certainly a beautiful thing. A complex … Continue reading My love for Language

Poetry Thursday: Black Flowers

  Black Flowers He said – long ago – that myth was dead. He meant it. “Myth is dead!” “Long live myth!” They are playing out something. Legendary. Picks up her glass. She has a glass, with coffee, ice and milk in it. Thinks about the refugees on the road. Road to what, to where? … Continue reading Poetry Thursday: Black Flowers