“Everybody fighting for positions; musical chairs”
— Lil Wayne
Imagine the scenario where I am in a game of musical chairs zoning out as is in my habit to. A curious mind walks up and asks what’s going on in my mins. I unreel…
Isn’t this the case though? The world is in cycles which for some inexplicable reason—incessantly guarded by the cosmos (or whoever is in charge)—was already in place before we arrived. Read the rest of this entry »
Children are born of essence and virtue; not just mere acts of coitus. Material things will always wither—bless the soul of death and its purpose. Read the rest of this entry »
Brazil is a huge country with many diverse influences. With its geographical size, it could be termed a subcontinent. And of all continents which could influence this subcontinent, Africa leads the group.
Save the introduction to the diverse Afro-Brazilian arts; for this is not an academic essay. This is focused on Capoeira—permit the wrong spelling, it’s pop culture to spell it that way.
What is capoeira? Read the rest of this entry »
India Music and Dance … iGravity’s Mind Destroyed
Dances in the Hindu tradition is no joke. Historically, they were only offered in courts and temples. The art of dance has been passed on for close to two millennia in texts and other written forms of communications. Court dances were offered in praises of the court patron; and are mainly associated with the Hundistani parts of the subcontinent, its northern parts. Temple dances are offered in praise of various gods – fostered mainly in the southern part of India. Most of these southern dances tell a story of the gods or “invoke the spirits to possess them”. For ardent Christians, it’s the same thing as being “filled with the spirit”; not necessarily being ensorcelled by some unseen and uncontrollable evil, no.
The third post on the Blogs I Follow page is “來學正體中文字 | Learning Traditional Chinese Characters“.
The third sentence in that post — as you can confirm — is… “Here are the individual strokes for writing the character”
Here are the individual strokes for writing the character
Into the pulp that we know it
From structures of law into rivers of politics
From fried chicken to frosted chit-chat
…by us, by them, by him, by her, by we all
Bloods of the innocent spilling on rocks of indecision
Unborn babies reporting to returning their souls to the Hangman
Streets filled with hope when hopelessness rides in fancyness
Forks and knives still dissect chickens
Forks and knives still dissect children
Holy men pray — Little boys faint
She urinates, you rape
She’s pale, you escape
Far from it
Should not be
Aren’t we the most intelligent of species?
Aren’t we the most developed civilization?
Worse have transpired and
Even worse, unfortunately, will
Ogas at the top smirk in ignorance
Queens of the deep bask in vanity
Children of the now grope in decadence
Technology is all good
Unborn babies crave justice for their inexperienced comrades
There has always been peace but…
Complex beings deserve complex solutions, no?
Hearts beat …irregular with the rhythm of Shahbag, the cries of Palestinian children, the hopes of Syrian families
We want, need, plea, ask, demand!!
The state of the state, you ask? It’s in a pile of BS.