Wordsworth

Things you can feel only when you read a good romantic poet.

…and oftentimes
When we had given our bodies to the wind
And all the shadowy banks on either side
Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still
The rapid line of motion, then at once
Have I, reclining back upon my heels,
Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs   
Wheeled by me, even as if the earth had rolled
With visible motion her diurnal round;
Behind me did they stretch in solemn train
Feebler and feebler, and I stood and watched
Till all was tranquil as a summer sea.
(from the Book I of Preludes)
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Rape Culture and Us

My friend put this up after India decided to ban the documentary on the 2012 Delhi rape case. This probably spells out the issues in the most lucid way possible.

“I don’t know why this is so new

A girl is far more responsible for rape than a boy – “Nahin theek hai tum der se aao, par tum karogi kya agar vaisa ladka aa gaya toh?”

When being raped, she shouldn’t fight back. She should just be silent and allow the rape – “Inn kism ke logon se munh nahin lagte, kuchh bhi kar sakte hain”

Rape culture is not outside of us. Rape culture is not a rapist. Rape culture is not a victim. Rape culture is not Bollywood. It’s not Honey Singh. It’s not an arbitrary curfew. It’s not just about equality. It’s not something you can point out and abolish.

Rape culture is psyche. It’s something every single one of us is born into. Unless you’re fighting it with every inch of your being, unless you stand up each time you see a child being fostered the same ideals you learnt of safety, preservation, of the female flower worth being protected you are actively engaging in rape culture. We are rape culture. We are all bound up in this constant binary. It’s not a lower class male raping an empowered woman. Rape culture is the fact that EVERY SINGLE WOMAN I KNOW IS PERPETUALLY SCARED SHE CAN BE RAPED – and what would she do after it. Rape culture is the fact that I don’t know any man who would even claim to be worried that the same thing might happen to them. Rape culture is the fact that it still does. Rape culture is women who need the streets, who work late at night, who earn livelihoods from it being assaulted at every point of weakness. Rape culture is not a lawyer speaking of Indian traditions or a politician talking about chowmein. Rape culture is the fact that every family is worried about their daughter’s dignity, about her modesty and they all have different mechanisms to preserve the same, because she doesn’t have the agency to do it herself. Just because our mechanisms are GPS or verified chauffeurs, just because our protection is stronger than the fear of being set alight by our father that does not mean rape culture is not us.

If you have fought all of your society, if you engaged with every person who had ideas that didn’t match your own, if you finally managed to speak of sex within your family, if you showed agency and allowed ONE other person to show agency when they couldn’t, if you did this in the real world and not on social media maybe you broke rape culture just the slightest. But if you haven’t please realise RAPE CULTURE IS ME, YOU, OUR PARENTS, OUR GRANDPARENTS, OUR SCHOOLS, OUR ATTITUDE AND THEN EVERY SINGLE OTHER FACTOR WE JUST BLAMED.

What You Should Listen To Tonight

Lord knows I was skeptic of the Smith kids but wow, Jaden Smith has converted me. His music is not pretentious at all. His lyrics is the heir to the Drakes, the Kendrick Lamars and the Frank Ocean. His production will definitely become better but seeing how his lyrics can wrap themselves around any beat, my guess is that this one is going to go far.

If you haven’t heard this before, you’ll be surprised by – a. flow b. his sense of word play (‘license’ – ‘light skin’) and c. emotional intelligence. Imagining that he is only a teen is shocking.

Jaden Smith – Cool Tape Vol. 2

Lament of a Notebook Fetish Victim

The only thing I want, indeed the only thing I have ever wanted is a perfect notebook.

Sometimes the cover is too bright or too happy (LetterNote notebooks). Sometimes they use dots instead of lines on the pages (Finpaper notebooks). Sometimes they are hard cover (Karunavan, Moleskin). Sometimes the lines are perfect but too bright and overwhelm the color of the ink (too many notebook brands to include in this one). Sometimes the lines are too close together and cramp my writing (Moleskin – Yes. Not a fan at all). Sometimes the lines are too expansive and don’t have the taut measurements of good writing. Sometimes the shade of white on the paper is too white (Bilt Matrix). Sometimes they put margins into pages as though I would follow margins while writing. Sometimes they use such rough handmade paper that writing suffers on those pages (Pinnacle notebooks). 

Why is finding happiness so hard in life?

Hearing Lerner

“Where a word repeated starts to lose sense and become mere sound… That’s a moment that’s both terrifying because it makes you aware of the fragility of socially constructed meaning, and really enabling and inspiring. It reminds us the world is a fiction made out of vibrating columns of air.”

This is one of the best things that I have heard. Ben Lerner’s ideas are lucid; I find them very fascinating.

Jorge Luis Borges: “Las Calles / The Streets”

golempoem

LAS CALLES

Las calles de Buenos Aires
ya son mi entraña.
No las ávidas calles,
incómodas de turba y de ajetreo,
sino las calles desganadas del barrio,
casi invisibles de habituales,
enternecidas de penumbra y de ocaso
y aquellas más afuera
ajenas de árboles piadosos
donde austeras casitas apenas se aventuran,
abrumadas por inmortales distancias,
a perderse en la honda visión
de cielo y de llanura.
Son para el solitario una promesa
porque millares de almas singulares las pueblan,
únicas ante Dios y en el tiempo
y sin duda preciosas.
Hacia el Oeste, el Norte y el Sur
se han desplegado–y son también la patria–las calles:
ojalá en versos que trazo
estén esas banderas.

Jorge Luis Borges
(de la edición 1969 de Fervor de Buenos Aires)

Photo: Las calles de San Telmo por Libertinus

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