Time is savage! Full stop. Who ever has come up with it had the humanity at doom. The other day, I was engrossed in the Documentary on Kalachakra initiation done by His Holiness The Dalai lama and wondered why man had to come up the the concept of time in the first place, it was only shackling us to our egos and false identities. But this digression, I didn't plan though my life is by and large unplanned. May be it seeps into my art, this spontaneity, if I could used that as a euphemism for digression. - Art's got to imitate life after all. Any way, it is the fourth day of the fifth month and Moi stands here gasping - Cinco De Mayo already? and it only feels like last night that I had slipped into my prayer room at the strike of twelve on new year's eve and vowed to banish this savage time and ego body out of sight - as both are the hindrances in the path of connecting to our source. It is a few days flipped past May and I didn't trot this way once the April challenge was done with. Guess what? I was missing my cathartic writing and thought I'd do it today. I looked for a pic prop to write about a woman that defies stereotypes and found this young Meryl Streep, in a very unusual pose, to be lost in deep cogitation. Now, unusual is what we want to portray, in case you are wondering where I am going with the prop. But truth be told, my little verse around it got dissipated into this pointless ponder about time. I'll leave esteemed Ms.Streep here anyway. She is uber easy on the eye - and an icon all the same. Perhaps the most successful it gets in her chosen field. As I child, when I first spotted her in a regional Sunday edition sometime in the eighties, I was so smitten by her high cheekbones and broad forehead. Incidentally, we were reading something related to the Helen of troy in some primary school texts and I instantly thought she'd be the best bet to play that part.
"A face that launched a thousand ships" The description went but truth be told, my expertise to interpretation wasn't as sharp back in the day, though I could cite under age as a reason.I used to ponder and wonder as to how that expression made sense. How would a face launch ships in the first place? My literal sense of the childhood lens wasn't very effective after all. It took me several years to figure out that her abduction by Paris was said to be the reason for a fleet of a thousand ships to be launched into battle, initiating the Trojan Wars. I don't know why I got to the Helen of Troy but I did. May be I should rechristen this entry as 'Arbitrary' or even 'Arbitration' though the latter doesn't make sense just like this banter.
Or may be it does. Nothing is said to be a coincidence. When I ponder in solitary bliss, though the world wide web is my witness, there is a certain aplomb that plagues your creativity. Or may be it adorns it! Either way, Ms Streep stays. I'll call it a day and come back again, may be with yet another alluring photograph of hers to pose as my prototype under the "defying stereotype" specimen.
For now, It is Meryl and Me (please disregard my poor grammar just like you'd disregard my poor writing skills, if you are here, to disregard in the first place!)
Give without counting the cost, fight without healing the wound and blog without weaving a plot - said no one I knew, But let's see if we can get away with attributing it to The Helen of Troy.
On a different but slightly related note, I'd like to add the new favorite quote of mine.
“Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.”
Solitude - Let's see if it heals. I won't put my bets on it, but let's see :)
Pic courtesy - www.Iconichistroticalphotos.com
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