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Thursday, February 14, 2008

Nighat Said Khan in TFT

Came across this today at PakTeaHouse (Raza Rumi's blog). His blog can be accessed at: http://pakteahouse.wordpress.com/2008/02/14/open-letter-to-fatima-bhutto/
"This eloquent piece by Nighat Said Khan*, published by the Friday Times, is a reminder for the bright and ambitious Fatima Bhutto that she should get her politics sorted out before she ventures to settle intra-family scores in the public domain. I have also noted that the upper middle classes of Pakistan have given huge attention to Fatima’s recent invective against her late “Adi”. Fatima is surely a budding literary talent but her politics alas falls short of historical consciousness and betrays a lack of understanding of the nuances of Pakistan’s homegrown struggle for democracy.
In her earnest attempts to say the right thing, Fatima not only negates herself but also reinforces the Pakistani establishment’s long held biases against the murdered Bhuttos. The two Bhuttos - father and daughter - were no saints nor the best of administrators. However, they represented a threat to the status quo as Nighat mentions and thereby personified the struggle for democracy.
If Fatima does not believe in heirs or dynasties then why is her immediate family doing political business in the name of late Murtaza Bhutto. And why above all she plays the Bhutto card with such ease and aplomb.
Perhaps good advice from Fatima, like charity, should begin at home.
Two quotes from this excellent piece deserve attention:
But the detractors, the middle class, urban progressives, intellectuals, academicians, “left” activists and “left” pretenders who add to this, “they didn’t do anything” refrain, are to my mind either unable to understand liberal bourgeois democracy or are unable to see reform for what it is – a slow, laborious, tedious and frustrating process. I don’t expect mainstream politicians to bring revolutions.
And you, Fatima, is not the media and political and social circles focusing on you only because you are a Bhutto? Surely every young Pakistani professional woman is not being interviewed by the London Times and the Guardian? Do you also not play the Bhutto card every time you accept or court celebrity status? Do you not already have an edge that you have not earned?
We are publishing the full text of this letter for those who may not have seen the print version.
It is for bread we fight, but we fight for roses too…
Dear Fatima,
I looked forward to your articles over much of 2007. I read you with interest. My sense of you was of a serious and sincere young woman who had sensitivity and an openness that was engaging.
Unfortunately, your personalized attack on Benazir Bhutto a couple of months ago jolted me. As a reader, I don’t want to be part of the internal pain and betrayals of the Bhutto family. My concern is only at the level of what the Bhuttos were, are and will be in the public sphere. I respected Benazir Bhutto for many things (while being only too critical of her failings) but I was particularly appreciative of the fact that she didn’t wash her family linen in public even under extreme provocation. Nor, I understand, did she indulge in personal vendettas or bear grudges. She was either “polite” or magnanimous. Either way, I felt better that she was not publicly vicious and that she kept her personal pain and betrayals to herself. I always felt that she dealt with me as a citizen and a woman and in that gave me respect.
As a feminist I am appalled that you are so deriding of Benazir as a woman. Your article brought to the fore how ingrained sexism is in many of us and how easily we can obliterate a woman’s identity even when that woman has nurtured a self-definition despite all odds and often at great pains to herself. By calling Benazir “Mrs. Zardari” you insulted not only her but all of us women who have tried to carve out our identities within a rampant and sinistre patriarchal structure. I would like to point out that a majority of women in Pakistan and elsewhere in the world do not become “Mrs” when they get married. This is common only in urban middle and upper class circles and is a heritage of colonialism. How many women have you come across in Larkana who are called “Mrs”?
Benazir was and remained a Bhutto by birth, conviction and commitment. I am also disturbed by the present prurient debate on parentage and spousal identification; or on who can wear the Bhutto name, which was triggered by Benazir’s children adding Bhutto to theirs. As a feminist I am delighted by this and only wish that it had been done much earlier. I think all children should be known as the offspring of both or neither. I am also delighted that by claiming their mother’s name and home, and with her husband changing his residence (and his burial place I understand), these Bhutto’s are declaring to the world that their legitimacy derives from their association with a woman. I think this is fantastic given that women in the mainstream get their identities from their fathers, husbands, sons, brothers or even uncles. This is striking a blow at a foundation of patriarchy and even though Asif Zardari and Benazir’s children may not have intended to pose such a challenge, it is an affirmation of matrilineal and matrilocal norms and is, well, feminist.
I have been affirmed by the response of the people (and particularly members and voters of the PPP) to a woman leading them even though Bhutto had male heirs. I am aware of the argument that she “stole” the legacy of the PPP. Perhaps she did maneuver it but she could not have been successful then or later if the party had not gone along with her or if she had not been able to get out the vote. Like most people in this country, I am saddened by Murtaza Bhutto’s murder. I remember his promise when he returned to Pakistan, but I was disturbed by his claim to his “inheritance as a male heir” and I continue to be enraged that a father should separate you, his daughter, from your mother at the age of three. No law, religion or system allows for this. I appreciate that now you may not be interested in your blood mother but who knows what your stand would’ve been had Murtaza facilitated you loving her at an early age.
I marvel at the sophistication of the people who voted for Benazir especially when there were other PPPs to vote for over the last 15 years or so. Clearly, supporters had an affinity with Benazir. She had suffered with them and for them. Those years that she spent fighting for her father’s life and against General Zia ul Haq, the stories of her solitary confinements, house arrests, her courage in the face of Martial Law; her resilience and her commitment at a young age to a cause larger than herself is writ large in the hearts of people and they seem not able to forget it. I appreciate that Murtaza and Shahnawaz Bhutto were following their own form of resistance but however sincere, that adventurism led to countless deaths, prison sentences, torture and disappearances, not least the murder of Shahnawaz himself. A friend of mine spent ten years in jail. He was often in solitary confinement, he was tortured, and left without hope, on the grounds that the state suspected him of being a member of Al Zulfiqar. He says sometimes he would get news of Bhutto’s sons, their marriages, their chidren, their time in Europe, and he would also get news of Benazir – in solitary or under house arrest. It was with her and through her that he continued to identify with the Pakistan People’s Party. He was only 27 years old when he was released by her government in 1989 and he continued to dream.
This dream is the crux of peoples’ engagement with the Bhutto family. It is this dream that makes for the resentment of the Bhuttos within the power structure and with the establishment; it is this dream that makes those who support a Bhutto a threat to the status quo; and it is this dream that makes those who are the status quo insecure. So many people argue that Benazir (and for that matter Bhutto) did very little for those who supported them. Those who had something to lose if the Bhuttos had challenged the structures of society say this with comfort and glee. This is understandable. But the detractors, the middle class, urban progressives, intellectuals, academicians, “left” activists and “left” pretenders who add to this, “they didn’t do anything” refrain, are to my mind either unable to understand liberal bourgeois democracy or are unable to see reform for what it is – a slow, laborious, tedious and frustrating process. I don’t expect mainstream politicians to bring revolutions. I only expect the more progressive among them not to reverse progress that may have been made and to push the parameters. As a socialist and feminist I always criticised and challenged the Bhuttos from the left. I have not, however, allowed this criticism to negate what they did do. At the very least, it was that they articulated a humanity that touched their supporters. This I salute, legacy or not. I am reminded of one of the most poignant songs that have come out of the women’s movement called Bread and Roses “…yes it is for bread we fight but we fight for roses too…”
In the 60 years of Pakistan a Bhutto has only been in power for about 10 and yet this name looms large both for supporters and detractors. Why does the focus always stay on the Bhuttos (as opposed to all other politicians and even military governments?) Why are Benazir’s all too brief terms in office still under the microscope; why are all her wrongs always in the public discourse (urban discourse in the main); why does she elicit such fury? Why does the murder of Murtaza figure more than the suspicion of murder of Shahnawaz? Why is there no “objective” thinking through of Benazir’s involvement (or lack thereof) in the murder of her brother Murtaza? I am baffled by the fact that Leghari, Sharif and Musharraf didn’t conduct inquiries that would have proved this. Surely, then, they could have hanged her and/or Asif? Or at the very least, they could have prevented them from ever returning to Pakistan. I believe that your father Murtaza’s murderers could not be exposed, perhaps because they continue to be powerful elements in the establishment.
You and your stepmother, Ghinwa Bhutto, argue that the Bhutto name should not determine political success, nor should it give privilege. I agree, but then why does Ghinwa Bhutto lead her faction of the PPP as Murtaza’s widow? Is it not her husband’s name that she exploits and is the Bhutto “legacy” not being used here? And you, Fatima, is not the media and political and social circles focusing on you only because you are a Bhutto? Surely every young Pakistani professional woman is not being interviewed by the London Times and the Guardian? Do you also not play the Bhutto card every time you accept or court celebrity status? Do you not already have an edge that you have not earned?
Actually, I have no problems with this. I only have problems with your saying that you don’t. You are an “heir” to the Bhutto legacy, a legacy shared by all the grandchildren of Nusrat and Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto. These grandchildren include the offspring of Sanam and Shahnawaz Bhutto. All of you, even those of you who do not want to get directly involved at the moment, have a role to play in keeping the PPP together as a national and liberal party that reflects the interests of all the provinces of Pakistan. None of you are “too young” as is being suggested. Benazir Bhutto was about your age when she took on her monumental task and Bilawal is not much younger than she, Murtaza or Shahnawaz were when circumstances forced the Bhutto mantel onto them.
I wish you a life of commitment, energy, courage and honesty.
*Nighat Said Khan is the Director of Institute for Women’s Studies, Lahore/Applied Socio-economic Research Center, Pakistan"

Saturday, December 29, 2007

immaterial, material, immaterial, material...

Unless you have been living on a deserted island the past 3 days, you probably know about the tragic events of 27 December 2007 at Pakistan. What the more media savvy and informed of you all also probably know is that there has been "violence" in all parts of the country and reaction to the murder—nay—assassination of Benazir Bhutto.

She may not have been a saint, however, we all recognise her as the bravest, most courageous political leader Pakistan has seen. All this said (and one can go on and on enumerating the effect of this woman's life and death on Pakistan), one wonders at the military government 's (I refuse to call it anything but that) goons and their claims of how she died. Their latest pearl of wisdom for us is that it is immaterial as to HOW she died. What matters is WHO did it. My 5 year old cousin can most probably figure this one out...why would a government not want to find out how the country's most national, unifying of leaders was killed?

I fail to comprehend people (there are a handful of them ... quite vocal) who will go to great lengths to blame the party, the media and, guess what?--THE VICTIM! I ask this: despite her insistence for security, she was not provided any (and this I can debate for a few hours if you want); despite her insistence for Scotland Yard or FBI to investigate the Karachi bombing, the government refused. What is the government so scared of? If our intelligence is so amazing that within a few hours of her assassination, they intercept a long telephonic conversation between Taliban’s leaders, claiming they killed her, why don’t we just pick them up and arrest them? Okay, so they say that’s impossible. I can live with that. Why could they not intercept ANY communication regarding the assassination before it took place? When Brig. Javed Cheema, the spokesperson for the Ministry of Information declares with such arrogance that Pakistan’s intelligence agencies do not need foreign help, why is it that the only thing they can come up with is the unbelievably silly story of ho she hit her head and died and all the eye witnesses and Bhutto’s aides are somehow delusional?

The “immaterial” tag to the MO of her murder is so obviously a cover up for the security lapse that even those who have tried not to get into this debate have been forced into it simply due to the cover up itself. Why does that matter? The lapse in security means a lapse in the security provided by the government...the government under General (retd) Musharraf. Criminal negligence aside, if one were to apply an A=B=C policy, who stands to gain from her death? We could see her popularity in Pakistan as well as her appeal for the west. They feel more comfortable in trusting an open minded, secular Muslim head of government, elected by popular vote by the masses, instead of the increasingly unpopular general. The “new political demands” of today’s age calls for a political leadership, all inclusive, within the system, and secular. The army may be good at quelling violence and protests (by its sheer strength of force) but it will never take the place of a national party. It has been observed in other countries around the world, where no such party has been allowed to exist which can unify its diverse population. Coming back to the earlier question, who stands to gain? Only those who have always wanted to control power—the “intelligence” agencies a.k.a military intelligence, controlled by the military.

Musharraf has been losing ground since quite some time now. There will always be those who support military governments in Pakistan. Belonging to a military background or having gained from military governments (read Ayesha Siddiqa Agha’s “Military Incorp.”, these people continue with their loud, garish support of a dictator who has brought the country to the unfortunate place it is at right now. It is this very Musharraf who would have been dispensable had Benazir come to power (the most probable result of the elections). Despite her much talked about “deal” with the General, she was obviously proving to be a thorn in his military side. Her populist politics had no place in a government run by a man in uniform. Scenes of the assassination scene being washed away by local authorities and Benazir’s repeated claims of being under threat from elements “within the establishment”, will not be forgotten soon.

Whether it be Mush himself, the intelligence agencies we keep talking about, the “western powers” or these extremists (who are also very neatly tied up with our esteemed intelligence agencies) who killed her, the fact is that the security lapse is real, it happened, and no matter how many press conferences the government arranges, the world refuses to believe their stories.

Monday, September 19, 2005

Okay, so Nadia (a very very good friend had given this link on her webpage ... www.insanityworks.org ... the link is http://www.rabbitblog.com/ and the woman who writes this blog is mainly a TV critic... hilarious blog!

An excerpt: (very REAL and right now in my life...very apt)

Dear Naysayer,

I understand, wise honky. The problem is, guys in their 20s and 30s have a habit of going out with women for as long as is convenient, regardless of their feelings. Many guys fall out of love (if they were ever in love) but don't have the rocks or the will to move on, even though they know the relationship isn't one that they want to last. Once a woman has gone through this a few dozen times, she gets a little more stringent in her demands.Honky girl asks how committed honky boy is, honky boy offers wishy washy reassurance, buys himself another 3 months - or, if honky girl has bad PMS, another month. The truth is that, wherever love is on honky girl's priority list, she may really, really not want to date Yet Another Wishy Washy Guy Who Doesn't Know What The Fuck He Wants Or Who Is Only Mildly Interested In Her. Let me repeat: Her desire to go out with someone who's enthusiastic and passionate about her does not necessarily reflect her absurdly fucked up and skewed priorities, it may simply reflect her desire to live a full, romantic exciting life filled with intimacy and the company of someone who thinks she's swell. Yes, she may say things like We. Must. Make. This. Relationship. Work. Or. Else., but that's just because she knows the guy's not in the game, and she's in the Angry Phase, a necessary step that comes right before Moving On.Is love too high on honky girl's priority list? Well, that depends. If she's 18 or 22 or 26 and she's obsessed with marriage, I'd say it's probably a little too high - but that's my call, and it's really up to her. Love was way, way too high on my priority list when I was younger, but what can you do? It was an escapist thing - I wasn't sure what else in life was worth getting riled up about. On the other hand, being 32-39 years old and being focused on finding the right guy, the one who's interested in starting a family or whatever else, is not remotely tweaked or odd or screwy to me. I mean, if you want to bear offspring before you're 40, then you have to get serious about this shit in your 30s. It's important to keep in mind that adoption and a million other options are available to you, and that (this is my personal slant) buying a house and adopting a dog and focusing on your own shit are all ways of having a good, full life without waiting for the holy grail of marriage to make your life look "right." In fact, I want to strongly recommend that single women in the 30s consider saving to buy a house - maybe when the current real estate bubble bursts a little, they'll have enough for a down payment. You can often get by with putting down just 5 percent, if your credit is good. If you need to get a roommate to afford it, get a roommate.But back to the matter at hand: Settling down is going to be important to lots of us, because it just is. We're fucking women, for chrissakes. Personally, I would love to be the woman who wants to travel and paint and cook and have a steady flow of lover boys. Yeah! But that's not me. I'm fucking jealous of those women, and I believe them when they say they don't give a fuck about marriage or kids. Hurray for them, they rock, I want to be them. But I'm not them. I like the idea of a family, plus a few dogs. As a result, I've been a hardass about relationships since I was about 29. I don't want to waste my time on someone who's not right for me, or who isn't completely into it. Oh, I have wasted my time, don't get me wrong - I just try very hard to move on quickly ("quickly" meaning "after 2 years" in most cases). Is that lame? What's lame about making sure that you get what you want from life? Why should anyone be embarrassed about going after what they want, whether it's big fake tits or a house by the shore or a hot fireman (I know, redundant)? What's embarrassing is shuffling around, living some mediocre, half-assed existence where you don't have what you want and you complain about it constantly, or you don't have what you want but you pretend it's just fine, or it'll do for now, or we all have to compromise in one way or another, or maybe it'll get better next week. Whether it means moving to another city or dumping your boyfriend or hiring a better couples' therapist to work things out with your wife, admirable actions are those that move people closer to the lives they want. And even though I would, if I could, go back and change my priorities when I was younger, even though I would shake myself and say, "You don't need to base this decision on HIM - he'll be gone in 6 months! Do what YOU want to do!" I suspect that I wouldn't listen to me anyway. Lots of women care a lot about relationships a little more than is perfectly healthy. They just do. All the women I know care a LOT about love. It's not something that's easy to change, and look, the women I know who are really happy are the ones who've acted in accordance with their desires, who have been honest about what they want, without shame. Here's the other thing: It's hard to get a life when you're with someone who's wishy washy about you. If you have to tell your girlfriend to get a life, chances are that should include getting rid of you. Why don't you do her a favor and break up with her instead? She's obviously not earning your respect, with all her focus on relationships and not enough focus on her own thing. She'll probably only straighten things out once she's free from the blah feelings that accompany being with someone who's on the fence. I get your point, Naysayer, I really do. I just keep thinking about the women out there who care a lot about love and can't find men who feel the same way. That gets under my skin. I want those women to make themselves happy and everything, sure, I want them to paint and travel and save money and have great friends and all that stuff, but I also want them to find love, because love is the best. Maybe those are my skewed priorities talking. So be it, honkwinders. I stand before you a deeply flawed motherfucker.

Rabbit

Friday, September 16, 2005

Possibilities

beautiful, beautiful poem. nobel prize winner Wislawa Szymborska from Poland. Fro more on her, clicke here.

Possibilities
I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking peopleto myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintainthat reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poemsto the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love's concerned, nonspecific anniversariesthat can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists who promise me nothing.
I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.
I prefer the earth in civvies.I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms' fairy tales to the newspapers' front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven't mentioned hereto many things I've also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibilitythat existence has its own reason for being.

OPINION

Taken from The Daily Tar Heel, a university newspaper from North Carolina. I dont know what to think about this. Will write more on this later.


It’s sad, but racial profiling is necessary for our safety
JILLIAN BANDES LICENSED TO JILL
September 13, 2005
I want all Arabs to be stripped naked and cavity-searched if they get within 100 yards of an airport.
I don’t care if they’re being inconvenienced. I don’t care if it seems as though their rights are being violated.
I care about my life. I care about the lives of my family and friends.
And I care about the lives of the Arabs and Arab Americans I’m privileged to know and study with.
They’re some of the brightest, kindest people I’ve ever met.
Tragically, they’re also members of an ethnicity that is responsible for almost every act of terror committed against the West in the recent past.
And in the wake of the anniversary of 9/11, I think it’s important to remember not only those who died, but how they died, why they died and where we stand now compared to where we stood then.
Four years and two days ago, we stood somewhere between apathy and ignorance. Sure, there were heinous acts of terrorism being committed in far-away lands, and sure, there was always the threat that some psychopath might do something.
After all, we’re the generation of Timothy McVeigh, the Unabomber and Columbine. The news was littered with coverage of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, nerve gas on Japanese subways and terror in the Balkans.
But those attacks weren’t in the same buildings we toured on our eighth-grade class trips.
They didn’t kill 3,000 of our relatives.
They weren’t in our face.
So Bushie waged war on ’em. He set out to knock the evil off its axis, and we’re still there, duking it out.
And for good reason. You can debate a lot of things about post-9/11 foreign policy, but one thing you can’t debate is that taking out terrorists — or blatant human-rights violators — is a good thing.
You also can’t debate that of the 19 hijackers on those planes, all 19 were Arab.
And you can’t debate that while most Arabs are not terrorists, sadly, most terrorists are indeed Arab.
Given this combination, I want some kind of security.
Done in a professional, conscientious manner, racial profiling is more likely to get the bad guys than accosting my 12-year-old pipsqueak of a brother on his way to summer camp.
When asked if she had a boyfriend, Ann Coulter once said that any time she had a need for physical intimacy, she would simply walk through an airport’s security checkpoint.
I want Arabs to get sexed up like nothing else.
And Arab students at UNC don’t seem to think that’s such a bad idea.
“(Racial profiling) really doesn’t bother me,” said Sherief Khaki, a first-generation Egyptian-American and representative of the UNC-CH Arabic Club.
“So a couple of hours are wasted. Big deal.”
Said Muhammad Salameh, a junior biology major: “I can accept it, even if I don’t like it. I don’t want to die.”
Professor Nasser Isleem, a man for whom I have complete and utter respect after merely two weeks of sitting in his Arabic 101 class, said, “Let them search.”
“It depends on how I’m stopped, but if it is done in a professional manner … ”
Then he nodded.
“There were Muslims in those buildings, too.”
Some people say that racial profiling will make terrorism a self-fulfilling prophecy, or that it’s somehow unfair to designate certain individuals as being more likely to commit an act of terror than another.
They’re wrong.
If 19 blond-haired, blue-eyed, Caucasian Jews had plowed into the World Trade Center with two jumbo jets, I would demand to be interrogated every time I browsed Cheapflights.com.
After each interrogation, I would offer the official a cup of joe, then heartedly thank him for his efforts. And I would not be any more inclined to blow up innocent civilians as a result of it.
Neither would Sherief Khaki. Or Muhammad Salameh. Or Nasser Isleem.
Nearly every Arab American I’ve spoken with has done nothing but condemn the evil that was done just four years ago, and at least tacitly recognize that some profiling is necessary.
I have enough confidence in my country’s imperfect but steadfast law enforcement systems to carry out such profiling the way it should be done: in a professional and thorough manner, without going down the slippery slope of pointless and disrespectful encroachment on the livelihood or decorum of everyday Arabs and Arab Americans.
Stop, as Coulter advises, treating racial profiling like the Victorians treated sex — by not discussing the topic unless you’re recoiling in horror at the practice.
Embrace the race.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Every Falling Leaf

Today is bare-aba's saal (his death anniversary). hate using the term death anniversary, but it is his death anniversary. It has now been about about 9 years since Bareaba left us.

I grew up looking up to a man who believed in beliefs and respected honesty more than anything else in the world. I grew up almost worshipping the kind of love he had for his wife who died at age 33, leaving him to bring up 5 children (which he did...on his own...with help from his sister).

Where are these people now? The kind who think that even giving two pence to someone as a recompense for work done AS PART OF PUBLIC DUTY OR CONTRACTUAL SERVICE, is rishwat (bribery).

I think I was lost for 5 years after he went away. I have only now managed to understand the good that he was, and the purity of thought he tried to teach us....me....

To Bare-aba...who taught me to read poetry when I was three. ..who taught me to think for myself, but with humility... who could see the trouble that was to come in my life... and who tried to prepare me for an uncertain future.

A poem he gave me once:

Baree naik bachee hai Zebunnisa
Kaha apne maan baap ka maantee hai
Nahin kartee beja kisee baat par zidd
Mahal aur maukeh ko pehchaantee hai

Career Decisions

Okay, So somethig real for once. When does one know its time to move on...like REALLY move on? Im talking about the first big break up...the letting go of your first job. Its so secure and comfortable and familiar. ...Im at a crossroads...feeling torn suddenly.

I had thought I would be able to decide. Is it possible to leave without feeling guilty, particularly when you know and you feel that you owe a lot to the person who groomed you professionally into what you are and now will not want you to go away???

What does one do? NO...what do i do?

mmmm, life was pretty complicated even without this!

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

For my magician...

(rilke)
But the boy must go on. In silence the ancient Sorrow
brings him to the ravine,
where a whiteness gleams in the moonlight: the Source of Joy.
Reverently
she gives it its name. – In the human world, she says,
it is a stream that bears you.
They stand at the mountain’s foot.
And she embraces him, weeping.

Alone he climbs, till lost to sight, in the mountains.
Out of the blankness of fate his steps return no sound.

*

But if they wished to waken a likeness in us, the endlessly dead,
perhaps they would point to the hazel’s empty catkins
that hang in the dry wind; or else the rain
that moistens earth’s dark soil in the early year.

And we, who think of happiness ascending,
would with consternation
know the rapture that almost overwhelms us,
when happiness falls.



rilke makes me cry. which makes me feel alive. and not numb. complete poems by him: http://www.geocities.com/Paris/LeftBank/4027/duino.html