this image everyone must see once in their lives at least...the name of the man who took this picture was Kevin Carter and his life will always inspire me 

This is what love is..if it exists at all 

I went to the library, as was mentioned
and i found some great books there...
the first one is an autobio of freud..i love autobiographies..when i write my book it might be that
and a clockwork orange..been looking for that book for ages...burgess is one of the cult writers of this age
and buck who i need to read....since I was told to from a young age..
Readers like me were not meant for poetry..
too lacking in patience..
with that said..going to plough through the complete works of donne at some time..or a poem at a time.
life is too short to waste time on poets that arent interesting..
like blake..who i loved when i was younger..
i mean..if i were into christian metaphor..manley hopkins is the way
and need to get thru my philosophy text...reading this book by Bertrand Roussell...intro to philo
and some of the ideas there were eye openers for me
For one..it never occurred to me that people would need to define that air was a separate entity
or that plato was an elitist nazi
thats as far as i have gone...
according to my book...philosophy starts with thales..who said that everything comes from water
and then two other guys...
and a few more..whose names are too hard to spell
and then we end up at plato..where i stopped...so going to finish
Does anyone who reads this..read bengali..want to read Tagore's Gitanjali..but I dont read..
I find it horrible the way i read so much occidental stuff but so little asian stuff
never read anything by Kalidasa or Tagore or anyone asian...
or know much abt our art...
need to make the effort here..
and need to get some mediciny stuff done

Going to go spend Angola's GDP on skirts
I am loving how mature I am sounding right now
Yoda esque

I dont know how familiar you are with the life story of Edith Piaf
( who is the you....I dont know..you who reads this I guess)
anyway, sorry if i am sounding a little patronising here...but I am going to narrate a part of it anyway...
Piaf was this singer, whose parents didnt really want her..
her father was a travelling acrobat and her mother abandoned her
so..her dad couldnt take her with him when he worked..so he gave her to her grandmother..who was the mistress of a brothel
and so..this little girl grows up here
and becomes a singer...who sings in street corners...and is discovered by this guy who owns a night club and builds a career...
but she was always unlucky in love..
all her men..she would try to make them like the ideal that she could never find..
many of them...some who became famous...like Yves Montand..and Georges Moustaki...
yup..she picked them up of the streets and bought them clothes and taught them how to sing..
and they all left her...
There was this one man...who she thought was the one...
and his name was Marcel Cerdan( I think)..and he was a boxing champion...and he had had a life like hers...from poverty..fame eventually...
he was married...but so was she..this is france
she was at the time performing at caesers palace in Las Vegas
She told him to hurry up and come see her...
so he did and the plane crashed in the pacific killing all the passengers..
so she never saw him again...
What she did was write a song for him and went to sing it the night of that same day..
when she received the news abt the plane crash
and she didnt make it through the performance..cos she fainted
the song..i have the lyrics..those of you( there the mytical creature, I flatter myself that anyone actually reads some of this drivel)..who understand it...
enjoy it..
not going to translate since it doesnt sound the same way if i do


Le ciel bleu sur nous peut s'effondrer
Et la terre peut bien s'écrouler
Peu m'importe si tu m'aimes
Je me fous du monde entier
Tant qu'l'amour inond'ra mes matins
Tant que mon corps frémira sous tes mains
Peu m'importe les problčmes
Mon amour puisque tu m'aimes

J'irais jusqu'au bout du monde
Je me ferais teindre en blonde
Si tu me le demandais
J'irais décrocher la lune
J'irais voler la fortune
Si tu me le demandais

Je renierais ma patrie
Je renierais mes amis
Si tu me le demandais
On peut bien rire de moi
Je ferais n'importe quoi
Si tu me le demandais

Si un jour la vie t'arrache ŕ moi
Si tu meurs que tu sois loin de moi
Peu m'importe si tu m'aimes
Car moi je mourrais aussi
Nous aurons pour nous l'éternité
Dans le bleu de toute l'immensité
Mon amour crois-tu qu'on s'aime
Dieu réunit ceux qui s'aiment

As for Piaf, she never was the same again..
she was married once more and then had many loves in her life
some of them who didnt last more than one day( to be precise..one night)
yup..so thats that...
the story of Edith Piaf