Wednesday, March 5, 2008

The Act of Mimesis















Explicit performative. Those two words I believe define and give color to the work of South African born/Berlin based artist Candice Breitz. What do those two words mean? Well, if we take a "look" at Judith Butler's "Bodies That Matter: On the Discursive Limits of "Sex", we might be able to take a peek at the "Explicit". Normatively, the word "Explicit" can refer to sex. But is there anything explicit in Candice Breitz's work? Conventionally, the answer is no. It is also easy to see that Breitz's work operates as "stylized bodily acts", they are performed. Here we can bring Judith Butler back into the thick of things and see that " these stylised bodily acts, in their repetition, establish the appearance of an essential, ontological "core" gender." Her choice of styling and wardrobe make impressions on our reading of "Sex" in normative ways, while still being subversive. Thus the production of identity and our ability to "identify" a representation is always already deferred, and here I'm thinking of the late Jacques Derrida.

Breitz work is poppy, humorous, because it introduces icons of femininity, while simultaneously bringing to the foreground distancing techniques like the theatrical, or more accurately pathos.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Loneliness

My first really long poem . Comments are specially requested , irrespective of how you feel the poem is .


Amidst thousands of people on campus ,
With dozens of Clubs and groups around
Various forums to voice our views
Counseling service to listen to our woes
Bhais and wingies to share our happiness
academic batchmates to crack problems together
Security gaurds to provide what else , security
and an administration making sure you become a success

Going to classes together ,
Eating our meals in huge companionship
Spending night-outs in brain-storming sessions
Going to MT for relaxing the mind
and coming back for a sleep to dream big dreams
waking up again
going to classes together

So many people
So many activities
So much I've done
So much I am doing
And So much there is to be done
But I pause for a moment
and reflect on how lonely I really am .

Further I reflect , further I feel
Am I really lonely ?
Or is it just that I like feeling that way ?
I like things the way they are
I like speaking to my friends
I just love the brain storming sessions
Lonely , I definitely am not
So i asked , What is it ?
Suddenly , feeling lonely was not feeling so good .
And I stopped feeling lonely altogether .
After all , it's all in the mind
And the mind is what matters.
And I am a happy person on the go again .

RED

Anger . Love . Valentines . Girls . SinCity . Blood . Anukokunda Oka Roju . Charmy . Manchester United . Liverpool , Arsenal . Ferrari . Schumi . Mrunal . My name is RED . Blood again . Zimbabwe . Coca-Cola . Redheads . Archie . Lipstick . Communists . Karl Marx . Sauce . Chicken Tikka . My back pack . Blood again . And again . I know , I am psychotic . Ducati 999 . My fake Nike tee . Trying to think of more "RED" stuff . Blank . Still Blank . End of lecture . End of post .

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Individuality

There are many a time zone
In each , soo different humans alone
Even in the humans alone
We don't have yet a perfect clone

Some fat , Some frail
Among the frail ,
some short , some tall
Amidst the tall ,
some dark , some fair
And among the fair ,
some arrogant , some intelligent
And even in the intelligent ,
We might have one lame ,
but no two ever the same .

All in all, just humans we are
And so many more beings there are
Take into account each and every creature
And you'll realize , Inequality is the law of nature .

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Sicko ! Yup, Thats Me

Some people call me Sick
A few others , psychotic
Still others consider me a dick
But they never ever get the trick .

Heroes/ Veetukku Oru Barathi

He was highly handsome
slick in speed , lithely built
fought anyone and anything
after all, he knew everything

Till one day when he was terse
came something out of this universe
every throat was crying sore
For there was no hero anymore

God came around and offered one more
and asked for but one family's heir
Everyone had a recall ,
no hero is immortal .

everyone wanted a hero some
but never one from their own home .

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

#Colors#

The sky is blue
And Roses are red
So many sights
so many colors
But any human, on any day
Is always a shade of gray