Poetry are maybe my secret favourite amongst the different forms of narratives. They take a multitude of forms, are fluid, and simply powerful.
The clubs are closed; so we dance in the streets. Our jobs nonexistent; we spend the day in our sheets. A life unimagined; striving for nothing but presence.
Hundreds of people walking on the streets, day after day. Do they know where they are going? Stay still. Just for an instance. The world will not hold on to wait for you. And what of it? Are you really in such a hurry. Look up, look me in the eye. Stay still. For one… Continue reading (No) Destination
You do not belong is just wrong. Yes, you might dress differently, You might act, eat, sleep, walk or look differently. You might love, you might think, You might perceive of the world differently. But different than who? Are you different than ‘us’? And who then, is ‘we’? There is supposedly no us without them… Continue reading Belonging
Truth. In its basis such a simple notion And yet in so many cases left reduced to The definition of some privileged nations. Thus truth always also about recognition Recognition that there cannot be one simple definition. The truth is that there are many truths. While your truth may not always be mine Mine will… Continue reading Truth(s)
We, the people. We, the demos. We, the people of democracy. Are we? And if we are, Who then is we? The we that constitutes the demos of democracy. Where do we begin? Where do we end? Why does it appear that we are limited in terms of quantity; Exclusive membership defining us better than… Continue reading We, The People of Democracy