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- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 4:27 PM 3 comments
larkin for you
Vers De Société
My wife and I have asked a crowd of craps
To come and waste their time and ours: perhaps
You'd care to join us? In a pig's arse, friend.
Day comes to an end.
The gas fire breathes, the trees are darkly swayed.
And so Dear Warlock-Williams: I'm afraid--
Funny how hard it is to be alone.
I could spend half my evenings, if I wanted,
Holding a glass of washing sherry, canted
Over to catch the drivel of some bitch
Who's read nothing but Which;
Just think of all the spare time that has flown
Straight into nothingness by being filled
With forks and faces, rather than repaid
Under a lamp, hearing the noise of wind,
And looking out to see the moon thinned
To an air-sharpened blade.
A life, and yet how sternly it's instilled
All solitude is selfish. No one now
Believes the hermit with his gown and dish
Talking to God (who's gone too); the big wish
Is to have people nice to you, which means
Doing it back somehow.
Virtue is social. Are, then, these routines
Playing at goodness, like going to church?
Something that bores us, something we don't do well
(Asking that ass about his fool research)
But try to feel, because, however crudely,
It shows us what should be?
Too subtle, that. Too decent, too. Oh hell,
Only the young can be alone freely.
The time is shorter now for company,
And sitting by a lamp more often brings
Not peace, but other things.
Beyond the light stand failure and remorse
Whispering Dear Warlock-Williams: Why, of course--
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 1:28 PM 0 comments
friends: binge in Eden leads to twinge in the hinge...at least in the case of Eve!
so here...enjoy Ted Hughes' irreverence in a poem called "Apple Tragedy".
(note: as most of you know, the seventh day was when God had finished his work (creating the earth etc) and decided to take a break. Below is HUGHES' version of what happens on Day 7.)
Apple Tragedy
So on the seventh day
The serpent rested,
God came up to him.
"I've invented a new game," he said.
The serpent stared in surprise
At this interloper.
But God said: "You see this apple?"
I squeeze it and look -- cider."
The serpent had a good drink
And curled up into a questionmark.
Adam drank and said: "Be my god."
Eve drank and opened her legs
And called to the cockeyed serpent
And gave him a wild time.
God ran and told Adam
Who in drunken rage tried to hang himself in the orchard.
The serpent tried to explain, crying "Stop"
But drink was splitting his syllable.
And Eve started screeching: "Rape! Rape!"
And stamping on his head.
Now whenever the snake appears she screeches
"Here it comes again! Help! O Help!"
Then Adam smashes a chair on his head,
And God says: "I am well pleased"
And everything goes to hell.
[ted hughes -- from the crow poems]
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 1:21 PM 0 comments
the master picture. y so glum chum (salu) ?
Posted by Hello
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 9:13 PM 1 comments
ok....from left to right: ahmed shah, ayeshah amina askari, anita, yasir, myself and shani
Posted by Hello
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 9:11 PM 0 comments
ammar debating the wisdom of having his picture taken with two drunk people. hmmm to do or not to do?
Posted by Hello
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 9:10 PM 0 comments
its my party i'll holler if i want to!!!
Posted by Hello
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 9:08 PM 0 comments
baber standing with me, pretending to be all involved and excited while secretly looking for "teacher"!
Posted by Hello
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 9:07 PM 0 comments
MJ and myself (friday may 29th, GT at sam's)
Posted by Hello
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 9:05 PM 0 comments
he's perdy. shes weird. blue all the way.
Posted by Hello
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 2:58 AM 0 comments
its a hard day's night and i've been working like a dog!
Posted by Hello
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 2:53 AM 0 comments
for all those who can read urdu, open this: https://64.4.61.250/cgi-bin/getmsg/imroz.gif?curmbox=00000000%2d0000%2d0000%2d0000%2d000000000001&a=dad159a1dbefd94715fbe2d011814ecc&msg=3FF99B34-D260-4B29-B9D6-912C9475BC90&start=0&len=59424&mimepart=5&disk=10.1.118.12_d1618&login=zima_manoo&domain=hotmail%2ecom&_lang=EN&country=UK
It's a little piece called "imroz" by Majid Amjad. Says so bloody much.
(... i still miss the time when we had all the time in the world to talk about anything ....)
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 6:25 PM 0 comments
In the elab...the wind...rushing in through the windows is making strange whistling noises...maybe...its trying to express something in a mysterious language of its own.
the coldest day (winter 2004-2005)
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 5:53 PM 0 comments
Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope.
-The Great Gatsby
CaTaKoMb
Sunday, May 22, 2005
The Mermaid
A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 4:27 PM 3 comments
Monday, May 16, 2005
Friday, May 13, 2005
larkin for you
Vers De Société
My wife and I have asked a crowd of craps
To come and waste their time and ours: perhaps
You'd care to join us? In a pig's arse, friend.
Day comes to an end.
The gas fire breathes, the trees are darkly swayed.
And so Dear Warlock-Williams: I'm afraid--
Funny how hard it is to be alone.
I could spend half my evenings, if I wanted,
Holding a glass of washing sherry, canted
Over to catch the drivel of some bitch
Who's read nothing but Which;
Just think of all the spare time that has flown
Straight into nothingness by being filled
With forks and faces, rather than repaid
Under a lamp, hearing the noise of wind,
And looking out to see the moon thinned
To an air-sharpened blade.
A life, and yet how sternly it's instilled
All solitude is selfish. No one now
Believes the hermit with his gown and dish
Talking to God (who's gone too); the big wish
Is to have people nice to you, which means
Doing it back somehow.
Virtue is social. Are, then, these routines
Playing at goodness, like going to church?
Something that bores us, something we don't do well
(Asking that ass about his fool research)
But try to feel, because, however crudely,
It shows us what should be?
Too subtle, that. Too decent, too. Oh hell,
Only the young can be alone freely.
The time is shorter now for company,
And sitting by a lamp more often brings
Not peace, but other things.
Beyond the light stand failure and remorse
Whispering Dear Warlock-Williams: Why, of course--
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 1:28 PM 0 comments
friends: binge in Eden leads to twinge in the hinge...at least in the case of Eve!
so here...enjoy Ted Hughes' irreverence in a poem called "Apple Tragedy".
(note: as most of you know, the seventh day was when God had finished his work (creating the earth etc) and decided to take a break. Below is HUGHES' version of what happens on Day 7.)
Apple Tragedy
So on the seventh day
The serpent rested,
God came up to him.
"I've invented a new game," he said.
The serpent stared in surprise
At this interloper.
But God said: "You see this apple?"
I squeeze it and look -- cider."
The serpent had a good drink
And curled up into a questionmark.
Adam drank and said: "Be my god."
Eve drank and opened her legs
And called to the cockeyed serpent
And gave him a wild time.
God ran and told Adam
Who in drunken rage tried to hang himself in the orchard.
The serpent tried to explain, crying "Stop"
But drink was splitting his syllable.
And Eve started screeching: "Rape! Rape!"
And stamping on his head.
Now whenever the snake appears she screeches
"Here it comes again! Help! O Help!"
Then Adam smashes a chair on his head,
And God says: "I am well pleased"
And everything goes to hell.
[ted hughes -- from the crow poems]
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 1:21 PM 0 comments
Thursday, May 05, 2005
the master picture. y so glum chum (salu) ?
Posted by Hello
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 9:13 PM 1 comments
ok....from left to right: ahmed shah, ayeshah amina askari, anita, yasir, myself and shani
Posted by Hello
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 9:11 PM 0 comments
ammar debating the wisdom of having his picture taken with two drunk people. hmmm to do or not to do?
Posted by Hello
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 9:10 PM 0 comments
its my party i'll holler if i want to!!!
Posted by Hello
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 9:08 PM 0 comments
baber standing with me, pretending to be all involved and excited while secretly looking for "teacher"!
Posted by Hello
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 9:07 PM 0 comments
MJ and myself (friday may 29th, GT at sam's)
Posted by Hello
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 9:05 PM 0 comments
Friday, April 22, 2005
he's perdy. shes weird. blue all the way.
Posted by Hello
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 2:58 AM 0 comments
its a hard day's night and i've been working like a dog!
Posted by Hello
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 2:53 AM 0 comments
Friday, January 28, 2005
Saturday, January 22, 2005
for all those who can read urdu, open this: https://64.4.61.250/cgi-bin/getmsg/imroz.gif?curmbox=00000000%2d0000%2d0000%2d0000%2d000000000001&a=dad159a1dbefd94715fbe2d011814ecc&msg=3FF99B34-D260-4B29-B9D6-912C9475BC90&start=0&len=59424&mimepart=5&disk=10.1.118.12_d1618&login=zima_manoo&domain=hotmail%2ecom&_lang=EN&country=UK
It's a little piece called "imroz" by Majid Amjad. Says so bloody much.
(... i still miss the time when we had all the time in the world to talk about anything ....)
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 6:25 PM 0 comments
In the elab...the wind...rushing in through the windows is making strange whistling noises...maybe...its trying to express something in a mysterious language of its own.
the coldest day (winter 2004-2005)
- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 5:53 PM 0 comments
