Six years ago, one of my first posts on this blog was about the feelings of being behind a glass, and seeing the world outside. http://againstabsolutes.com/2006/05/06/glass/ Strange how this enveloping can become something your soul starts needing. Early mornings at BBH are so addictive. A short trip from home, a quick trot up two floors, push… [Read more…]
March 15, 2012
Eddie Vedder on the cover of Time, 1993. He never wanted to be on the article and hated the magazine for putting him on its cover. Amongst the pleasant sadness and acoustic happiness of Indie, do you remember the anger and pain that Pearl Jam and Nirvana captured for us? That we held so very… [Read more…]
February 14, 2012
In the spaces between words, In the silence surrounding voices, In the spaces outside the letters Lies that which is more precious, Than anything we can define, Or defile with measurement. The vector of Time spares no one, Slashes and surges through these Veins of nothingness Leaving dust in our hands, Shadows in our minds,… [Read more…]
January 7, 2012
Black coffee and Glenlivet, Fine cotton and leather, Warm blankets, new tablet, Soft skin, new hearth, Old bombs, old refugee tents, New dictators, old ways, Old terrors, new tech, Old borders, new guns, Cold hearts, warm blood, Cold streets, warm hearts. All at the same time.
December 17, 2011
I had always read of how History was full of Laments. The most powerful stories of mythology have been laments. Of Cities, Kings, Peoples, and Prophets. We middle class Indian boys are never brought up to dream of being one with such things except through the most ancient of ways: that of storytelling – reading… [Read more…]
October 16, 2011
A Benz looks great only on rainy nights Neon signs are not dead…in fact they make the only real landmarks No-one notices the cemeteries. It’s like they don’t exist It smells all the time, except when you are home. Even then it smells, but differently We need sanctuaries, but instead we build walls. And the… [Read more…]
September 11, 2011
There are few things that smell as peaceful as an infant. It is not about the baby powder. It is this particular ‘milky’ smell that fills an entire baby’s room. Or at least the babies I’ve been around. Something about smells isn’t there? The important ones fill you up, no matter how faint. And you… [Read more…]
July 12, 2011
It took me a long time to get over what I call the “Post-Diablo Condition”. I define this as the condition where you have played Diablo from Level 1 to Level 13 and more, at least 4 times, broken 2 mice, increased your near-sightedness by at least a degree, and had nightmares about Baal and… [Read more…]
June 6, 2011
Moving house and sleeping on the floor takes me right back to the young nights, when I would plug in a cassette tape or CD and lie on the floor; my heart beating fast, waiting for New Music to flood my life and mind forever. I would have the same tape for weeks. Until I… [Read more…]
January 11, 2011
Here lived, A man ordinary. Believing he stood for something, Existing only, Because the sinister echoes, Bent on destruction; And finality Wanted him to wilt. Here stood a man, Who heard the voices, Which didn’t exist, For without them, There was nothing to distinguish, One triumph, From the other. Here was a man, Who believed,… [Read more…]
May 10, 2012
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