Posts Tagged ‘con-fuss-ion’

Day 139-153: Untitled.



I’ve always thought it to be such a cop-out when artists can’t just name their products. I’ve always found the use of the term ‘untitled‘ to be the unnecessary pretence of so called ‘depth’ within the arts. And here I am, using the very same word. how hypocritical. Truth is, it’s been a minute since I last blogged so I finding it difficult to reduce the past fortnight into a silly phrase especially since the 180 Days are drawing to an end. So In spite of my being conscious that I may be thinking emotionally because of my PMS, I now see how artists may feel that a title, in its simple words, fails to honor the experience, whether good or bad. If anything, the words disrespect it by being so shallow. And that’s where the depth of thought lies. Well, if writers felt so strongly about everything, they would probably never write. Hence writer’s block. The insistence on the perfect translation. And that’s why film was created… … continue reading this entry.

Day 74-77: Breathe n Stop…

I guess it can’t really end until you’re ready to let go. As in, you’re not still pining or reminiscing or fantasising… Until those good memories are only that and not an urge to make some more… Otherwise you are still pretty much in the thick of things despite your denial and determination to move on.

As much as I wanna just be over this Shorty saga, truth is that the disgust has returned to just being good ol typical mistrust-fueled con-fuss-ion.

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore/ I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore/ And when do you think that it will all become clear/ Coz I’m being taken over by The Fear…

The very day after I wrote my last blog, Shorty again failed to return my stuff even though I had expressly reminded him and he had expressly committed to doing so. But I guess what did I expect, nigga BEEN flakey! That was what I thought to my myself as he pitched up empty-handed on yet another occasion. … continue reading this entry.