Showing posts with label Langston Hughes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Langston Hughes. Show all posts

Monday, November 12, 2007

Random but Important










- Listening to lyrics like these...

I got this icebox where my heart used to be (said I got this)

I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold

Omarion

- Icon with the opening quote from The Departed.

- Watched Lord of the Rings Trilogy. It was a long time pending. Peter Jackson has done a wonderful job along with the animators/special effects team. Loved Gollum and how he was done. Frodo's constant bickering with himself and Sam about the burden he carries is well managed. Have to read the book. But the size of the series weighs upon me....

- Aamir Khan has probably more blog entries than mine. That man...I tell you! He should dazzle us with more screen time too.

- Discovered that I loathe Ekta Kapoor more than I realized. This recent discovery based on the fact that she's got half of my family hook, line and sinker.

-Dreams by Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

-and to finish it off... A quote that summarizes my feelings for the language that I have learnt and internalised.
The writer, making every effort to appear innocent and noble, takes his revenge with the pen; while the murderer, less hypocrtical, takes it with the sword.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Consider...


Isn't it wonderful that someone is capable of condensing all our emotions in a few lines...

Suicide's Note

The calm,
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.


His poetry is not only simple and easy to read but just touches so many chords and pangs; he talks about inequality, pain, racism but in the end it all boils down to being one(being American is what he stresses).

Another poem I loved was Theme for English B. A part of it goes like this..

Being me, it will not be white.
But it will be
a part of you, instructor.
You are white--
yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
That's American.
Sometimes perhaps you don't want to be a part of me.
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
But we are, that's true!
As I learn from you,
I guess you learn from me--
although you're older--and white--
and somewhat more free.

This is my page for English B.


Somewhat more free..we all are trapped in that paradigm, aren't we?
Hughes also wrote a series of Madam poems. Madam and her madam, Madam and her phone bill, etc. They are about the African-American woman living in the city on her own terms, but facing the inequality.

Hughes : tempting and impassable. A must read.