Sunday, November 2, 2014

A NOTE TO ALL WRITERS

A REFLECTION WHILE WRITING MY FIRST NOVEL
 
 
A victim of the classical tale of romance with the even more classical "happily ever after" ending - I have discovered myself to be...

How much worse this is for a budding (prospective) writer of realistic works - works that are honest and reflective of the true nature of the world they seek to describe!

How heard yet muffled is the cry, the plight of the novelist, the dramatist, the poet, and even the narrator - whose  dynamics of craft have been misconstrued by the overly commercialized, over publicized lies of beguiling Disney fairytales, light family comedies, and the misleading conventions they stand for! How pitiful and even contemptible is the state of affairs in which we, as literary artists, have found ourselves in!

I look to George Bernard Shaw, who, in his time, looked to Henrik Ibsen, as did he look to another thence, for inspiration and guidance into how a true 'realistic' honest peace is to be structured. Not as if to dictate a strict, rigid set of dynamics, but to offer insight into the nature of a revolutionary and creative work of literature, that is not only true to the artist's creative intentions, but also to the audience, hungry for something true to life, for something reflective, constructive and even discursive of the issues of society.

The need for a "Neo-Renaissance" literary movement that stands for these ideals is long overdue, but today, or rather now is better than later. For as the creator came before the creation, so must the writer come before his vision to change and to inspire (a consequence to which every wielder of the quill must feel obliged to realize).
 

-Jude.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

THE BEE TOLD ME HE "'AINT GON' BE JUDGED"


            As I set the microwave to heat up a soothing cup of green tea for exactly the next two and a half minutes, I tilted my focus to the landscape beyond the grated kitchen windows to take in the majesty and splendor of midday, noting in irony, the stark contrast between my world of 'books and boredom', and the world of freedom that flourished outside. "Hmm..," I thought, as if to dismiss the senseless thought.
 

            And, just when I was turning in impatience to confirm how much longer I was to wait for the 'brewing' cup of green tea, I chanced upon the sight of a proverbially 'busy' bee, buzzing away with not a care in its mind (if it has one), and was, just then, simply awe-struck at how ridiculous, and even ludicrous the whole scenario was! How ever could an individual bee dare lead such a simplified existence, driven by the mere incentives to feed, reproduce and survive; and yet I here am utterly consumed in a swirl of multidimensional circumstances which I am unnervingly conscious and aware of, even down to very irrelevant details. What mockery, natural injustice, is this?

           And yet I realize, at that moment, that we humans have been blessed with the double edged sword of consciousness; knowledge of the world around us that allows us, to mold it as we desire, and choice - to decide whether to do one thing or the other. The same sword that we may use to slay our inner demons of greed and fleshly desire is the same sword that threatens to pin us against the cross of our very carpentry, to suffer the consequences of our misdeeds, bearing us ultimately accountable to the ways in which we wielded the very sword.

           And so you ask me, "Why, why are we, humans, "blessed" or "cursed" with consciousness?" I don't know, and yet I may have an idea (as per creationist teachings), but 'really' I don't. What I do know is that the fortune can outweigh the misgiving, if we only allow it. The bee itself said it, "I bzzz.. have no care beyond my immediate duties, and I am contented with my services to nature; bzzz.. You're different ..bzzz… because you have a choice."

           I'm different ..because I have a choice. These words continue to echo in, and even haunt my mind.

(to be continued)
 
Oh busy bee,
You sing to me,
You look at me so carefree,
I wish to live,
And dance and see,
Through your puny eyes,
And body,
This life of glee,
Oh if only,
I could enjoy it's beauty,
I envy you,
You creature you,
Who lives so free,
And happy!
 
-Jude.