Monday, December 11, 2006
Time to turnround.
LEAVES By C K Williams A pair of red leaves spinning on one another in such wildly erratic patterns over a frozen field it's hard to tell one from another and whether if they were creatures they'd be in combat or courting or just exalting in the tremendousness of their being. Humans can be like that, capricious, aswirl, not often enough in exalting, but courting, yes, and combat; so often in combat, in rancor, in rage, we rarely even remember what error or lie set off this phase of our seeming to have to slaughter. Not leaves then, which after all in their season give themselves to the hammer of winter, become sludge, become muck, become mulch, while we, still seething, broiling, stay as we are, vexation and violence, ax, atom, despair The picture above is of a little boy protesting the killing of his father in a terrorist attack in Bagdad. periodos :-)
A post (Write up ) that appeared in relation to my show 'Where the green grass grows'. I had forgotten to save in the blog.
For all those who are aspiring to become a ‘somebody’, there cannot be a better real-life example than that of 65-year-old Usha Ramachandr...
Went to a multimedia show at The Museum auditorium organised by the Alliance Francaise de Trivandrum,of the french artist Remi Boinot. Here...
Chandran and Col V.P.K Nair Ca rtoonist PV Krishnan. 2of my works at the exhibition A view of the inauge...