You know, sometimes there are things that just get imprinted on your brain even if you’re like me and don’t remember what underwear you put on 5 minutes ago.
These are a few of those things.
By Friedrich Nietzsche, one of the most influential post-modern and existentialist philosophers.
Because I have always been obsessed with the Holocaust, ever since I can remember.
Here, PoW Horace Greasley defiantly confronts Heinrich Himmler during an inspection of the camp he was confined in. Greasley also famously escaped from the camp and snuck back in.
At the crux of said obsession, obviously,was the story of Anne Frank. I visited her house, the Secret Annexe, when I was little. At the time, I wouldn’t understand the eerie beauty of the house that I saw, as they had left it, but much later, when I read her diary I would always remember.
Always remember those red windows.
Actors, plot, script, movie. Fight Club was bossery.
Undoubtedly one of my favourite poets, Wislawa Szymborska has an unnerving gift for opening her poetry with a seemingly innocent question and as the reader delves into the heart of the poem, he/she finds that she unabashedly goes on to include harsh and sometimes unsettling truths. Perhaps, because of her firsthand encounter with war and hardship, her expression is distinctly humanistic which, coupled with her intentional legerdemain, lets her poetry deliver a sense of self, a sense of freshness and fruition.
(Excerpt from ‘Tortures’)
Nothing has changed.
Except for the courses of rivers,
the contours of forests, seashores, deserts and icebergs.
Among these landscapes the poor soul winds,
vanishes, returns, approaches, recedes.
A stranger to itself, evasive,
at one moment sure, the next unsure of its existence,
while the body is and is and is
and has no place to go.
This is why 90’s kids are awesome. The Adams’ Family ❤
This was only a ” Sigh, I wish I were a Disney person blablabla yadda yadda ya” after watching Tangled.
BUT THEN I WAS TOLD IT’S A REAL FESTIVAL. Add to bucket list, add to bucket list.
The Northern Lights, a.k.a Aurora Borealis.
I shall sell a kidney, 3 toes and and donate my hair to one day get to watch the Northern Lights someday and….well,…. I shall probably be bawling and ruin everything but still.
This is the most ethereal piece of music written by a Norwegian composer specifically for the Northern Lights, which captures its beauty hauntingly and perfectly.
The choir I am part of, Living Voices, will be performing this song in our repertoire for our show in the first week of June at the NCPA, if anyone in Mumbai would like to catch this being performed live.
I’ll be back with more!