A poem: Velvet glove

An iron hand in a velvet glove, soft veils over roots unwavering- your core, honey-mouthed- your discourse, your silence.   Within, there is the hibernating alpha-serpent, awaiting resurrections- you bathe in the light of her uttered incantations.   You spot the red flags of the dark triad, you never wave white flags, for there’s noContinue reading “A poem: Velvet glove”

A poem: Reliquaire

J’ai une vaste collection de jolis cadavres dans le placard; Je les pêche en pagayant à travers les eaux les plus profondes de la vie; Je les nourris des morceaux de mon cerveau de loin, pour dépouiller leurs os du pouvoir. Ce rare reliquaire reste immergé dans l’inconscient intact, distant, aliéné à travers des étatsContinue reading “A poem: Reliquaire”

Motionless

It’s my first time. Half of my motionless body rests inside the white, clinical, cylindrical machine, in my head resembling an intergalactic coffin. I feel an itch, but I have to resist moving. I want to cough, to sneeze, to yawn, ugh, of course, at the most inopportune moments, and I have to keep itContinue reading “Motionless”

Postmodern

Writing will always feel like a strange paradoxical venture to me because you’re supposed to curate your thoughts and words to establish an image, a style, an angle, a niche, fit into a genre, or take into account an audience, but not so much that you compromise with yourself, just enough. Doesn’t that make writing inherently inauthentic,Continue reading “Postmodern”

On social chameleons, self-monitoring, and other thoughts along the lines of connection and the self

Where do we draw the line between adapting ourselves and our personalities to the people around us by making ourselves liked in order to connect with others and blend into social environments, caring about what people think just enough for it to act as a catalyst for fulfilling connections and successful interactions, and holding ontoContinue reading “On social chameleons, self-monitoring, and other thoughts along the lines of connection and the self”

Blow-Up (1966): Between reality and glamourised fantasy

Sixties London represents an alluring myth, a commercialised fantasy, a glamourised concept that conjures up a world of freedom, drugs, fashion, sex, and rock and roll in which young people revelled as a reaction against traditional values. It is a period of revolution and positive changes, which evokes a vibrant, frenetic city where fun andContinue reading “Blow-Up (1966): Between reality and glamourised fantasy”

Life observations and tips on how to pass through life with awareness

– Empowered people contribute to the empowerment of those around them. – Avoid judging things at surface level. You need to dig a few layers deeper without closing your eyes when you find treasure rooms or catacombs. On the surface, you might be trapped in a Fata Morgana. – It’s true that high expectations oftenContinue reading “Life observations and tips on how to pass through life with awareness”

A poem: Evocation

There was nothing left except her orange blossom scent in the air, her skin cells on the conspiring blanket, the energy he was feeding off and her seraphic aspirations, elegantly penned in a forlorn diary before her concept of the world expanded into postmodern depths and her self-concept became a liberating fluidity of thoughts and impulses.Continue reading “A poem: Evocation”

Various poems

Catatonic state I feel your ashes like quicksand I’m sucked into so I’m standing still trying to enjoy the view.   Your faith I never confessed this but your faith helped keep me anchored in myself whenever the currents started hitting from all sides. I just wanted to thank you for still existing in myContinue reading “Various poems”

A glimpse of Perfect Blue

Perfect Blue (1997), directed by Satoshi Kon, is a disturbing, disorienting, surreal Japanese animated psychological horror/thriller film based on the 1991 novel Perfect Blue: Complete Metamorphosis written by Yoshikazu Takeuchi. Mima, a 21-year-old former pop icon pursuing an acting career, can no longer discern between reality and fantasy, as she is haunted by ghosts ofContinue reading “A glimpse of Perfect Blue”