Tuesday, 12 July 2011

A life of Capital Letters

In the beginning there was something,

Which expired in the end,

An illusion? A trick? A mirage?

A broken toy which you cannot mend.

A sentence starts with a Capital letter

A big, majestic imposter!

Full of character!

But ends timidly,


With a full stop;

Perhaps still (a) character?

But unworthy of a letter.

Live life like an open,

Open-ended sentence

No full stops.

Live big,


Live life like a Capital Letter.

Thursday, 23 June 2011

A Plastic Life

He focuses on the plastic.

Looking down at it, focused.

His voice disintegrates into textual ashes.

The world fades away, sober.

His fingertips extend virtual touches,

But fail to capture the soul’s thunder.

Yet he focuses on this plastic.

Like magic.

Looking down at it, hypnotized.

Looking sideways he dares not,

For his life lives in this gadget.

Connected to all,

Yet disconnected from life.

He lives on the plastic.

Reaching out for it, excited!

The mastery of the swipe!

Enslaves his soul to his skill,

Leading him to confound

Fantasy with what’s real.

He owns the thing, yes,

But fails to feel

The warm pleasure of joining a family’s evening meal.

His soul becomes plastic.

A hard processed thing; a lifeless fiction,

With no desires, no Life!

i.e. no dialectical contradictions,

With no fire, no spark!


But for the plastic’s cancerous fruition.

Friday, 29 April 2011

On Revolutions, Tectonic Plates and Oil Prices

The price of oil has risen dramatically over the past few months. Oil prices have shot up 20% since December 2010 and are more than double what they were in 2005. What role, if any, has civil unrest in the Middle East and the Japanese tsunami’s aftermath played in this price increase?

Check out my new article at: http://balise.info/EN/balise-issue-2_4.php

Friday, 1 April 2011

Making sense of life

We are, therefore, divided by two great forces,
Our development shaped dualistically,
Our existence, binarily.
Divided by life and death,
Heaven and hell,
Right and wrong,
Positive and negative,
Light and darkness.
What lies in between lives in our memories.
Like a bridge that floats
Isolated from it's destination.

Where time and space intersect,
Where man and nature interact,
Where land and sea meet,
When semen and ovary combine,
The potency of the Divine is witnessed,
No void exists then.
The spirit of life continues to live in linear form.
We do not evolve, nor do we progress.
We merely peel off the next layer
Of what has already been crafted for us.

The magic of life is the experience;
Its tragedy: not being able to make sense of it.

Monday, 21 February 2011

Can Trade Law Prevent War?

Can trade promote cooperation and consequently prevent war?

Can trade law, in promoting trade, prevent war?

I've written a new article exploring these issues - feel free to read it at USLEXCODEX by clicking here.