She lived poetry, within the words, reveals the cracks in the armour of her life, rebelled against the ties that meant to bind her. No poet of old in her, but a modern voice of women, and men, coming of age in the struggles of a people at odds with tradition. She was, an iconic iconoclast. Continue reading Illumination Of Farrokhzad
She broke the rules, she was seen in the company of men, she was called promiscuous, accused of defiling her families honour, transgresses moral and social norms [ibid]. She was radical, but she was true to herself. Continue reading Finding Mirabai
Injustice for me is probably the single biggest triggers. Injustice is the thing that ignites something inside me that I have had burning since I was a young child, to watch as someone gets away with something that is morally wrong, not just criminal, not just a crime, but fundamentally manipulating circumstances to suit their own ends. You know, like rich people getting different justice … Continue reading To Be, Or Not To Be, A Torchbearer In The Dark, That Is The Question
Small, insignificant, at least in the grand scheme of things, every day something new does appear, like all of those little things and without them there would be no big things. Earlier, just after dawn breaks and I awake from that long, hot slumber, stumble to the kitchen and set the kettle to boil, when it whistles I let it sit for a few minutes … Continue reading “Of Daylight’s Dauphin, Dapple-Dawn-Drawn Falcon”, And Nasturtiums
by PaulaB 