Saturday, 20 August 2011

The unheard voice of the riots

When politicians claim there's something wrong with society, are they referring to the symptomatic riots or the real underlying problem?

While the political class chooses to worship the bankers and the elite and ignore the voices of those that are hurting and feel they have nowhere to turn to, the problem will not be solved. Here, an indignant Londoner speaks his mind and heart out, and gives his first hand view on the underlying problems that triggered the riots.

Regardless of time and age, history appears to keep repeating itself as if patiently trying to teach us a basic lesson; the bigger the inequality, the bigger the unrest... maybe one day we'll get it.

Saturday, 6 August 2011

Gramatik beats

A couple of beats have recently (and pleasantly) found their way to my ear drums... repeatedly. Stupendous background for cooking... or general standing activities, specially if you have a few spare limbs to jerk around, hip & hop style.

Gramatik - Orchestrated Incident
Gramatik - Lonely & Cold


José Saramago
"We use words to understand each other and even, sometimes, to find each other."

"There are times when it is best to be content with what one has, so as not to lose everything."

"What kind of world is this that can send machines to Mars and does nothing to stop the killing of a human being?"

“Perhaps it is the language that chooses the writers it needs, making use of them so that each might express a tiny part of what it is.”

"Every man has his own patch of earth to cultivate. What’s important is that he dig deep."

"Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are."

José Saramago (1922-2010)

Monday, 1 August 2011

Big tiny

Through the ear of the butterfly
gently the breeze shouts,
stop, listen to the rain drops
splashing the petals' spots.

High above from the grass blade
spy a tiny human being play,
with a smile speaking fascination
over ants, beetles and clay.

Walk under leaves, climb up stems,
dive into the nectar you must.
Shower in the palpable flowery scent,
bathe in its sweetness until dusk.

AL 01/08/2011

Picture by TanWei