So, I’m starting to write (randomly) again. And I’m going to try my very best to not make this space turn into a voice for my self-centered ramblings, like what time I woke up, what I had for brekkie, what shoe I wore out today and how many times I visited the loo. That’s what twitter is for, isn’t it?
So what will this be about?
I’m going to try (very hard) to make this my personal space. I’m going to talk about issues that I care about, things that matter to me, and things that affect me. Because just like a number of significant others, I’d like to think the world revolves around me.
Oh well, there goes my attempt to Not make this a space of self-centered ramblings!
It’s 1 am and there’s too much in my head, but none of anything in there will make any sense right now. So, I’m just going to share with you an excerpt from a poem I very recently chanced upon. This is where I got the blog’s title is from, if you are wondering. Brilliant piece of writing.
This is your name --
a woman said,
and vanished in the corridor of her whiteness.
This is your name; memorise it well!
Do not argue about any of its letters,
ignore the tribal flags,
befriend your horizontal name,
experience it with the living
and the dead, and strive
to have it correctly spelt
in the company of strangers and carve it
into a rock inside a cave:
O my name, you will grow
as I grow, you will carry me
as I will carry you;
a stranger is brother to a stranger;
we shall take the female with a vowel
devoted to flutes.
O my name: where are we now?
Tell me: What is now? What is tomorrow?
What's time, what's place, what's old, what's new?
One day we shall become what we want.
By Mahmoud Darwish
