so this it ....our so called plebiscite day . God I feel too miserable to write anything coherent , everything just makes me feel ghastly because this is just a great big bloody farce . the slick instructions in el Ahram on how to vote , the platitudes and the godawful chirpiness of normal life that just rolls on
regardless of everything , of people languishing in jails after yesterdays demonstration . the hypocrisy of it all is just grotesque , the stupid stupid pretense about how this day will turn us into some great democratic nation . yes we proved how thoroughlly democratic we are just yesterday, how thoroughly tolerant we are . ha bloody ha , but honestly what is the solution ? what can I or anyone else do ? nothing except let anger and futility writhe inside us and drive us insane
Monday, March 26, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
Indifference
you cower in your marble fortress
a bastion of solid cold
while i skulk beggar like at the gates
awaiting alms of feeling
a hungry sorrow gnawing at my heart
how i long to climb the walls
but with each attempt
slip against the unpocked ,smooth marble
scrabbling frantically
falling into an uncomprehending heap
while you peer at me
with mirror eyes that say nothing
I scream at the placid mass
pound at it with aching fists
futile all
even my hot tears
trickle down the walls
and fall unseen
mingling muddily with the kind dust
a bastion of solid cold
while i skulk beggar like at the gates
awaiting alms of feeling
a hungry sorrow gnawing at my heart
how i long to climb the walls
but with each attempt
slip against the unpocked ,smooth marble
scrabbling frantically
falling into an uncomprehending heap
while you peer at me
with mirror eyes that say nothing
I scream at the placid mass
pound at it with aching fists
futile all
even my hot tears
trickle down the walls
and fall unseen
mingling muddily with the kind dust
Thursday, March 22, 2007
edible art
a gummy bear bear rug ! so quirky ! me loves !
check out more gummy bear art by artist ya ya chou (what a name !)
ex- first ladies - what on earth do they do with their time?
the other day I went to help my mother man her stall at the diplomats club annual bazzar ,
now I find helping my mother at bazaars an exceedingly amusing experience as its the best people watching you can do , I espeacially love going to ones organized by the rotary club because basically theyre all a bunch of rich pretentious twits who pose and preen endlessly- a show of the most idiotic specimens of humanity who despite being garbed from head to toe in chanel will haggle with you on an 18l.e tea cosy (real incident)
well the diplomats bazaar as always was a highly tedious affair as not that many people bother to come and those who do are mostly old crones who mess up the scarf display and end up buying zilch . but this one was the exception as no other than Gihan el Sadat showed up with a very snooty but chic lebanese lady diplomat . it was very interesting to watch how everyone reacted to her presence
spines straightened , big idiotic grins were plastered on and the fawning began .
i hate to admit this but i felt a bit of a duff as i was atired in jeans with torn hems a very grotty turqoise kaftan but this is not peculiar for me as any celebrity encounters i have tend to see me
looking like something of a guttersnipe . like the infamous occassion where i dined with my father at la trattoria and bumped into both Ahmed ramzy and Omar el Sherif swilling whisky with water .
I had just come out of an exam and was wearing a oversize white sweatshirt much worse for wear after 3 hours in a dirty cairo university lecture hall and those wretched jeans with the torn hems ! not a good look for meeting matinee idols whom one had a schoolgirlish crush on.
but i digress
anyway madame sadat passed by our humble stall and very nicely shook hands with mama and me and took a cursory look at our wares "hagatgom meshkhala awy!"
and then she toodled off . and thus ended my tete a tete with the first real egyptian first lady
which lead me to wonder about the pecularity of the job of first lady
but thats a subject for another post
now I find helping my mother at bazaars an exceedingly amusing experience as its the best people watching you can do , I espeacially love going to ones organized by the rotary club because basically theyre all a bunch of rich pretentious twits who pose and preen endlessly- a show of the most idiotic specimens of humanity who despite being garbed from head to toe in chanel will haggle with you on an 18l.e tea cosy (real incident)
well the diplomats bazaar as always was a highly tedious affair as not that many people bother to come and those who do are mostly old crones who mess up the scarf display and end up buying zilch . but this one was the exception as no other than Gihan el Sadat showed up with a very snooty but chic lebanese lady diplomat . it was very interesting to watch how everyone reacted to her presence
spines straightened , big idiotic grins were plastered on and the fawning began .
i hate to admit this but i felt a bit of a duff as i was atired in jeans with torn hems a very grotty turqoise kaftan but this is not peculiar for me as any celebrity encounters i have tend to see me
looking like something of a guttersnipe . like the infamous occassion where i dined with my father at la trattoria and bumped into both Ahmed ramzy and Omar el Sherif swilling whisky with water .
I had just come out of an exam and was wearing a oversize white sweatshirt much worse for wear after 3 hours in a dirty cairo university lecture hall and those wretched jeans with the torn hems ! not a good look for meeting matinee idols whom one had a schoolgirlish crush on.
but i digress
anyway madame sadat passed by our humble stall and very nicely shook hands with mama and me and took a cursory look at our wares "hagatgom meshkhala awy!"
and then she toodled off . and thus ended my tete a tete with the first real egyptian first lady
which lead me to wonder about the pecularity of the job of first lady
but thats a subject for another post
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
cos am a lazy sod
havent blogged in aeons i know but am horrifically busy what with the study of law , freelance journalism and such and also to be frank im a lazy bugger who can't be arsed really
but have plenty to blog about ,so my minute readership will no longer languish in misery pondering my fate . i will get my bum in gear
till then yet another tag by cereberous world
extract page 123 from thirst for love by yukio mishima
"miyo alone walked with him to the other side of the bridge .
that was her right. Etsuko saw every detail as she watched them go. saburo stopped turned and saluted yakichi and etsuko standing in the yard . long after his form had blended with the coloured leaves of the maple grove ,the flash of his teeth ,bared in a smile ,shone in etsukos memory"
but have plenty to blog about ,so my minute readership will no longer languish in misery pondering my fate . i will get my bum in gear
till then yet another tag by cereberous world
extract page 123 from thirst for love by yukio mishima
"miyo alone walked with him to the other side of the bridge .
that was her right. Etsuko saw every detail as she watched them go. saburo stopped turned and saluted yakichi and etsuko standing in the yard . long after his form had blended with the coloured leaves of the maple grove ,the flash of his teeth ,bared in a smile ,shone in etsukos memory"
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