Crows are singing caw…caw ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

It does matter anything that, who gives to you in birth or who pounce you from the life? Does it really matter why you are in life and why you omitted in one day by the sudden beeps of crack? Really, oh yes, really it matters serious that you need to carry the life to prove your ability in life, that, you are not lonely, and excellent in innocence or very clever to cheat your own and be the others? Does it all necessary to carry, to remember, and to reminding your own and the others that, we need to conscious about the fate of crows, so cuckoos can never lay their eggs in crow’s nest?… Continue reading Crows are singing caw…caw ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Insignificant existence and the threshold of despair ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Yes, I am a silent river, tried to flux without making any troublesome noise, not excited to find the reasoning of everything. I think it is safe. None agitates you; because you are engrossed in silence and fluxing there with no hope or despair. I am happy to feel the state, in where a silent river fluxing unconscious to the life and careless about the festooned meaning and definition of creation…/
It is not an easy task for a man who thinks he has nothing to add or contributes in the world and get reverse to the world. I embrace Emil Cioran to think that, I am not alone in the world for walking along the territory sans any reasoning or significance… Continue reading Insignificant existence and the threshold of despair ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Flying into the dark ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Now you are at the peak of your destiny, fitted to watch the realm, in where dark and lights are eternal for each other. They are eternal to make you over-and-again. Don’t be afraid to feel your insignificance. Don’t be repentant to see the limitless significance of starry existence; just feel it in your heart, and prepared you for the ultimate flight; yeah, just thrown yourself from the mountain peak to take an eternal flight… Continue reading Flying into the dark ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Animated absurdity and Ekşioğlu’s artworks ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Ekşioğlu’s artwork is not influenced me to be staying lonely, and or, he doesn’t provoke me feeling imprisoned in the animated cage of life; instead of, his artworks messaging to me that: life is an absurd animation, in where our body-mind distorted by the opposite binary; where we desired or hoped one and get the reverse. Art lovers may be treated his surreal outfit as an explosion of satirical agony; but to me, his satire is suited better to the sadness and discomfort of our animated life… Continue reading Animated absurdity and Ekşioğlu’s artworks ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Abdellatif Laâbi and his poetic posers ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

He was perhaps the inspiration for many Arab poets who were fighting (and still be) for freedom, for peace, for land-settlement, and against exile. Despite all, Laâbi has some fair distance to all of them. His desires, promises, hope and sadness is analogical with Césaire and lot other exiled, even though, he is different amid them. Sort of his poems (as much as we get and read in English translation) contained such kind of philosophical agony, which is not widely common in the poetic gestures of other exiled poets./
His activism reflects politics, tonality pinched the manipulators; he is social and associative to the previous and contemporary Arab climate, and always tried to maintain detailing, when he dedicates his narrative to his sullen motherland. No, Laâbi is not alienated; not drowned into the eternal sadness of lonely survival or nothingness of life; he is not so eager for romantic lust; and despite all this, a thin line of a poser (I don’t know how) silently flows underneath his poetic jargon and symbols. I specially admire him for this. Continue reading Abdellatif Laâbi and his poetic posers ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Confession of a clown ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

People get amused to see my clownish desire for love. They tumbled to the floor with laughter when I turned my varicolored face to make an impression that, “hi man! I’m serious. Yeah, I’m serious in work, in love, in bedtime lust, in battle and in my ambition of life too”. They tumbled in laughter to see me serious, feeling pity for me to think about the clown’s fate…/ Wait! Don’t laugh to see me. Life is a psychedelic laughter of clowns. They are in everywhere. Clowns peeping underneath everyone’s outfit and they pissed everybody’s mind. The clown is he who never stopped his laugh in a nightmare, who is inept to shut his mouth seeing the shadows of despair, and not sentient to hide the comedia underneath his speck-colored face. Life is a batch of the clownish surname… Continue reading Confession of a clown ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

The tick of double slit reality ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… Knowing about reality is exigent for us to know that how reality works and is it has any creation moment or not. Problem is that, knowing the reality is always conundrum; since, we were not present when the incident happened; or maybe it never happened. The universe is just reeling as autonomous according its eternal laws of fluctuation, superposition and contraction./ … Our perception about reality still rotates in two confronting dialects and dynamics. Jim’s attention-grabbing tone helped me to think about the whole notion regarding philosophical aspect. It also reminded me the present limitation of theoretical physics. Materialistic experiment and thought process in physics now looking metaphysical, despite its negative attitude to the philosophical idealism of reality!… Continue reading The tick of double slit reality ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Let there be light ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

I know my eyes can see the visible; and I know I’m myopic to see the buoyant stream of invisible, just beneath the visible. I want to feed my eyes as blind feeds his eyes to feel, to see, to narrate, to touch and to embrace all visible and invisible, despite his ultimate nightmare that he is none to see anything in broad daylight or electrified nighttime… Continue reading Let there be light ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Alien Infinite and Finite Existence ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… It is terrific to live with such condition that is dialectical by imagination and reasoning. We cannot deny that we are finite and cannot ignore the truth of infinite. This finite space is our life-bed and deathbed too. We are born here to live and celebrate the life. Death comes here and drives us to the unknown for next transformation. We are dreamer, like to live an eternal life in this finite space if possible; in where we shall be the king of all creatures, even the unknown terrestrial will be bound to carry our commandments there… Continue reading Alien Infinite and Finite Existence ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Writing Quotes and exploited luxury ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Thinking is not ovenproof condition for any writing. Everybody has self-capacity to think something but not everybody writes; on opposite, it is not ovenproof that who is capable to write down his thinking, is sharper than who thinks but never write down him. Writing is a way that made thinking readable but an unwritten thinking can say more than the written document… Continue reading Writing Quotes and exploited luxury ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Cosmic nirvana and Ai’s “The Testimony of J. Robert Oppenheimer” ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… Ai is straightforward. Her uneven wording once provoked me to see Oppenheimer’s face in my memory. I discovered him in the relics of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. He was standing there as dizzy and defaced. I saw him under the clouds of atomic relics, tried to hide his bleary face in isotopic dust. He looked stoical and inept for receiving the amazing gift of his scientific invention. I was calling him by his nickname; earnestly tried to remind him about Manhattan Project; however, the defaced man was not in responsive mode. He looked stoical, and soon fragmented by pieces in front of my eyes… Continue reading Cosmic nirvana and Ai’s “The Testimony of J. Robert Oppenheimer” ⇒ Kirno Sohochari