Tuesday, July 26, 2005
A kaleidoscope of raging colours....vibrant morbid hues.....my mind is not a blank....but it's so full of anger....the only thing I would wish to do right now is to take a beautifully crafted work of art and smash it.....anger is destructive but what I'm feeling at this moment is the need to destroy beauty.........destroy creation.......destroy life.......
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vibrant morbid hues??? What would those be?
like mr. bean's destruction of the whistler painting.
Sayan, if I wanted to be melodramatic (which is how I was feeling last night!) I'd say the colour of blood on my hands...but honestly, have you stared at an ant-hill? A cornucopia of life which can in a moment turn into a seething mass of death disseminating creatures...that's what I meant by vibrant, morbid hues...if you've read Hundred Years of Solitude, think of the end...
I was thinking of a beehive... Anyway, great comparison with the ants! When I read the book I tried to visualise every scentence. So, the last few pages are still fresh in my mind, as if its a movie I saw yesterday.
A horror movie, maybe!
In my opinion, your comparison with the ants is much more melodramatic than a pair of Lady-Macbeth-like hands. I would be sure to read your blog regularly. Great work!
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