Words can be such complex beings, but I really love words, and I appreciate how weird words are too! I was thinking about something to write about, and I so I thought "Why not share about my thoughts on words?" Starting on a lighter note, I think we've all had moments where we don't know … Continue reading A confession for words and books
I recently chanced upon Chan Lishan’s book “A philosopher’s madness” at BooksActually, and got so caught up and engrossed in it that her thoughts and experiences were still swirling around in my mind even after putting the book down.
A quick Google search led me to her WordPress. 🙂
By Ranger Mills and Lishan Chan (printed in Because of the Night zine)
Alongside with the disciplines of philosophy and the sciences, art is a generative activity, from which ideas and new ways of thinking can originate. In recent times, however, there has been a change from the perspective of art as generative to art as pragmatic. This signals the eradication of art and its value to an economic element. As a consequence of capitalism encroaching upon our lives, art, for many, now serves as either a means by which people can show off their wealth, or else it is an investment through which buyers can increase their wealth. Art is a commodity and not developed for its own sake.
From one perspective, art should be developed for its own sake. Art should be independent and apolitical. While art can be used to critique society and service nationalistic values, by…
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If my dad ever reads this someday, I'd like to tell him that I love him dearly. I always have and always will. Thank you for being my dad, pa. My father was the one who subtly shaped me, despite being absent most of the time when I was a child. I remember flying pizzas … Continue reading Childhood memories of my father (2)
I'd like to thank my friend (Link to his poems), a true lover of linguistics and anything language-y, for helping me to edit this. It was supposed to be a uni application essay, but I felt that it wasn't right and it was also too long. I hope you'll enjoy it. 🙂 PS: My thoughts are … Continue reading Boundaries
This piece needed to go somewhere. I figured why not put it on the internet? It's gonna bring me some good memories in the future. I literally wrote this after a whole day of talking about my future and stressing over this at 12 midnight. I was really considering to send this in because I've … Continue reading A painfully honest university application
I woke up this morning, finally calm and stable with some peace of mind. Something I haven't had in a long time. Memories of my father when I was young began to rush into my mind- his anger; the fear I felt, his praises; the joy I felt. His absence; the loneliness I felt. My … Continue reading Childhood memories of my father (1)
Sometimes I think it's just written in our hearts. Things that we know but don't say, and things that we know we shouldn't do but we still do it anyway. Where did that come from? Where did the bravery of ignoring that little angel inside you come from? The little angel might be saying "Don't … Continue reading The angels within