Before I begin, I should clarify the "missed day thing" - not just because I want to be a "good girl" and not loose any points .. but seriously back away from the points. Anyway for as long as I remember I've worked on a biological farmers clock. Maybe it has something to do with [...]
Author: mkauser
Doctoral researcher looking into inter-connected lifeworlds and the continuation of inequalities. Those deep-seated, historical traumas and injustices that are woven more subtely here in the Imperial Metropole of the UK.
#NaBloPoMo #9: MA Thesis Idea #1
I thought I would share the more academic way, in an attempt to get these thoughts that occur to me. Thoughts surrounding the world we live in from a cultural and sociological viewpoint. I also hope that by doing this I add extra fuel to the fires within me. Fires which at times seem to [...]
#NaBloPoMo #8: The Precipice that could Swallow this Crow.
Waiting for the day when nothing else remains. When all that we have and were will refuse to remain, The day that I cease to torment us with this simmering hate, The day you again love what I -What WE can create, The time that can be dedicated to ourselves and not, When love is [...]
#NaBloPoMo #7: Masculinity
For making Saag Paranthas when mum got sectioned, For letting my small legs dance and showering us with affection, For the long walks to get us out of the house, For helping us all get rid of that pesky mouse, For doing the world of a couple alone, For keeping everything light and together at [...]
NaBlaPoMo #6 Bitches be Ruthless!
Crazy day conversing with all manners of people. From dearest loved ones to virtual unknowns and ghosts of long forgotten past. I realised, as the great Bitch Tina Fey might say : Bitches Rule! We need to stick together and be more direct. I am a strong woman. I am a feminist. Yeah shit happened, [...]
NaBloPoMo #5 “Life Happened” and Prayer
I hope this post still counts as day 5 of #NaBloPoMo , "Life happened", which I think will soon ebcome an overused and often occurring phrase to describe that feeling of knowing what you have to do, making time for it or rather thinking you have. Then things inevitably lead to things. Feelings bury other [...]
A short couplet.
From the moment I was discovering myself, I was uncovering somebody else. My brother for my other-mother. Two separate phrases that popped into my head. First one was on Monday 2nd Nov at 11:30pm at night. The second is a phrase that I happily chanted and felt so passionately earlier today at around 12:30pm. [...]
This.. Hurt.. Questions.
Hey, do you hear me? Do you wish to call? Do you yearn to hear us speak? Can I trust you? Can you believe me? Can we carry on in reality? Why can't we be friends? Would it be so hard to hang? Would meeting up be such a drag? We are divided, yes. More [...]
MA Gender Studies: – Week Six
Today I attended: Class: Theorising Gender; Theme: Poststructuralism, Deconstruction and Feminism | Karen Throsby Encounters between feminism and poststructuralism have been intense and fruitful, but hotly contested. Many feminist scholars have argued that poststructuralist and deconstructionist approaches offer feminist theorising productive tools for the exploration of key issues in relation to power and knowledge, and [...]
post poetry to finish.
A broken siren, devoid of any call, cast adrift traversing land unseen. My Poseidon, my hope. Won't you cast me a rope? Some marks, some letters, some speck of honeyed ambrosia. Must glass needles sheer me from below and inside? A siren I unseen, ugly in my self-imposed calamity, you stride armed trident, the seven [...]
Mariam Kauser 