Invisible Whisper ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… Don’t make a noise. The downfall of human has entered into the human. The peasant has going inward to the paddy field with his killer seakale. Inorganic paddy-spikes are blood-milked. Ah! Don’t disturb him. Do not perturb the killer seakale. Let the seakale has moved down to the deepest deep of a paddy field… Continue reading Invisible Whisper ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

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Walking all along the ‘Seamarks’ ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… Perse poetic venture has always tried back to the root where he belonged from the civilization and beyond over the civilization as well… However, what be the difference? All roads have taken the same road like as today’s memory is the reminder of long day’s old memories, identically signified to make a man complete…. This sensation reminded the foggy memories of ‘Anabasis’ a little bit. Anyway, life is always a jubilation of painful twinness between laughter and grief. We are the bottleneck creature; drinking the memory-wine by entering our throat into the tiny bottle, for repentance to say, “Oh, my cages, my pretty cages,/ And the snow‐water in my goatskin bottles,/ For whom now, daughter of the Great?”… Continue reading Walking all along the ‘Seamarks’ ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Mission Mars and our photogenic future ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… Time is ticking a dead-end for the reality we have built to satisfy our whimsical wishes. Anyway, it doesn’t mean the earth will vanish but it will turn back to its original state, which is now visible in all other solar planets, especially the Mars. Perhaps we will take pictures of our original homeland at future by seating on the ‘terraformed space’, and our descendants will enthrall to see the fossilized signage at future in its cleft dunes… In spite of this threat, Mars is looking elegantly luminous and artful in the new photo shoot… Continue reading Mission Mars and our photogenic future ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

The third wave reality ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… The experience of impermanence, the feeling of banishment, the apprehension of ‘things fall apart’ is me, who is now levitating in the infinitesimal energy waves with his real ‘I amness’, and with his great frictional capacity in zeptosecond. This reality is the third wave reality, constructed by the infinitesimal vibrant waves of energy… Continue reading The third wave reality ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Blade Runner 2049: Fate Examined (Final Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… The plot is simple and indifferent to the long-lasting history of human civilization on this planet. Human exploited human in remote past and now time is coming to exploit bioengineered replicants to serve the reduction principle that, empathy is relative with apathy, humanity is relative with inhumanity, and humanism itself is relative with dehumanism… Continue reading Blade Runner 2049: Fate Examined (Final Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Two strangers leap into the void ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… The entire situation is humorous with enigmatic chaos. An incomplete road confined two squared-face strangers in the labyrinth of void looking ‘nothing’. The spirally divided road ends by reaching the middle point and nothing is visible after that point. Anyway, it does not mean that the road is complete or nothing has existed beyond over the middle point. Maybe something has existed after the visible limit of yonder strangers. They are poor human. One is bookish. He is eager to find the source of everything. Another is a hoax. He tried to amuse people by his jiggery-pokery game of magic… Continue reading Two strangers leap into the void ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Game of life under precondition ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… Everything depends on the computation pattern of the machine. People who played Conway’s game of life in computer know better than me that how the cell-binary creates myriad patterns under specific conditions. They know as well that how the created patterns are crossing the grid boundary and turning into a Universal Turing Machine. That means the life-building organisms have a capacity to create life by crossing the body barrier of any living objects…/ However, Conway’s game of life is also hypothetical but sounds practical in a sense that, —life is the combination of uncertain geometric patterns under certain conditions in the system. Think life as the computer simulated machine or thinking the entire universe as a digital equation of bits is not ovenproof, but we can consider the thinking in the universal aspects of life… Continue reading Game of life under precondition ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Human vs. Human and Life 3.0 ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… All is good. All equation of life is correct indeed. Tegmark’s brilliant book is magical with a hopeful dream. It is correct and fruitful for futuristic progress amid human and machine. The diplomacy of India, Russia, and China in context of ethnic cleansing in Myanmar is doubtlessly correct and good for their country’s future. Mr. Donald Trump’s line of action against this issue also is correct and none can tell him imprudent on this issue. The role of Bangladesh to handle the pressure of refugee crisis is correct in according to the humanitarian ground. This poor country tried to feed the millions at best. Everything is correct, but what is not correct, and that is, how can we solve the conflict of interest problem amid ‘Human versus Human.’… Continue reading Human vs. Human and Life 3.0 ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Blindfolded Sacrifice ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… … Let me told about the weird thing before started another restless wrestle with the life. The morning is rainy. Breakfast table pushed me to measure the day with Eliotic ‘coffee spoon’. When the poet was alive in his human life, he measured his life-burden in the sip of a coffee spoon… … Pathetic and shameful, but what he could do when life commanded him to run in the street of taking over the exotic burden on his tiny shoulders. Human life is frail, but he is obliged to run in the street likely the street dog run every day for pouncing food to the others. Today’s morning is not exceptional in that sense; but something impregnate in the busy street clutched me to think that, ‘no, today is different and the street is loaded by animal instead of people, vehicle or the infamous suicide bombers’… Continue reading Blindfolded Sacrifice ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Simple is not simple ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Yes, life is simple but the choice is extremely sour when you see your blind sister is waiting with innocent desire. She wants to catch the shades of life through her blind eyes and reluctant to sleep before that. Last noon she touched my face and said, “Brother, take me to the roof. I will take a bath in the eternal sunshine. Please help me, brother, I want to grab the white lights in my dark eyes. Do you know colorful sunlight is my only insignia in the dark? Let move and take me to the roof. You are my parent, my one and only medium who can take me to the roof. Please, take me there.”… Continue reading Simple is not simple ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

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

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

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

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