Party's over

Party’s over

Parties before votes
Leaders entertain with fights
Until curtain falls

Invisible classroom of non-verbal communication

Invisible classroom of non-verbal communication

 

Riding a bike cells
Talk, driver drunk, accidents
Fast learners! Who taught!


I am amused at the way people learn things they are not supposed to do much faster than those prescribed to them! What is so attractive about the taboo! Amazed at the way riders, with their heads and shoulders catching the cell so precariously, talk over phone as though it is the most important thing on earth. It is learnt through non-verbal communication.

Accident here is but a metaphor with just two examples...however, there are numerous examples which tell us that what is not to be done is learnt much faster than what is to be learnt. A teacher telling the students not to talk, cheat goes untaught; a grandma telling her grandchild an emphatic 'No' is futile because the child surely interprets that as a loud 'Yes'. It's interesting to observe how words fail to convey the message.

There is another school of thought which says that if the intent is right, message will be conveyed. Now this brings us into a more interesting area of communication. This could veritably mean that the grandma fails to hide the intent to her grandchild even with the emphatic 'No'! She wants the child to do what she's asking him/her not to do! Likewise, when the message 'don't drink and drive', is written and circulated, there is utter disbelief in the writer's mind...and it is this disbelief that communicates to the mass. Vastly interesting, don't you think!

It is for us to ponder if we have really learnt a 'No' as a 'Yes' since childhood, and invariably do the don'ts while ignoring the do's! It would be easier for us to understand why war till date is a historic and a trans-historic reality!

In my opinion, we could even stop the war if we sat and devoted some time into discussing as to how we could trick the non-verbal communication that is so effectively learnt in the open-air classrooms worldwide!

Needs

Needs

Dark skin needs white skin

White needs dark so amusing
This black and white war

In judgement

In Judgement

Judgement no judgement
Both need schooling grooming with
Board chalk and duster

Stalker

Stalker

Is there a place where

The sky stops stalking for then
Silence rests in peace

La beauté by Yves Bonnefoy translated

Yves Bonnefoy Poèmes

nrf Poésie / Gallimard © Mercure de France, 1978. © Éditions Gallimard, 1982

La beauté [from Hier régnant désert; page 136]

Celle qui ruine l’être, la beauté,

Sera suppliciée, mise à la roue,

Déshonorée, dite coupable, faite sang

Et cri, et nuit, de toute joie dépossédée

– O déchirée sur toutes grilles d’avant l’aube,

O piétinée sur toute route et traversée,

Notre haut désespoir sera que tu vives,

Notre cœur que tu souffres, notre voix

De t’humilier parmi tes larmes, de te dire

La menteuse, la pourvoyeuse du ciel noir,

Notre désir pourtant étant ton corps infirme,

Notre pitié ce cœur menant à toute boue.

English translation by Supratik Sen

Beauty

The one that depraves the being, beauty,
Tormented, confined to the wheel,
Disgraced, defined guilty, seeps ​​
And hollers, and night, dispossessed of all ecstasy
- O ruptured on all grilles before sunup,
O stomped on all road and cruised,
Our towering despair that you may live,
Our heart that you droop, our voice
To denigrate you in your weeps, to tell you
Liar, director of the ebony sky,
Our longing withal your tottering carcass,
Our pity this heart shepherds through the sludge.

Note:

While doing my research in France, I was exposed to many wonderful poets, and authors. 

Yves Bonnefoy was certainly one of them. But I must also quickly add that I could penetrate into his world (if I dare to think so), thanks to my professor Madame Renée Ventresque.

Birth

Birth of a pure cry

What is painful doesn’t pain
Eyes behold smell smile

Liar

Profit money gain

Work stops shuts down easy slow
Liar! Sky did not fall

Friends

Bombs are like babies

Unaware of their pranks sounds
Patience O my friends

The unstoppable

Growth speed style pelf work

All kept in the dustbin yet
Fruits flowers plants bloom