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 [...]
Category: Blog 2015
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 [...]
A Morning Vow; Affirming renewal, pondering depths
Virginal and pure I was, Your mirror in an eternal smoke and fog. God I thought has led me there fair, to salvation as best that It could. I married my soul to you since, yearly, monthly, daily I preach, to yours I became. Following persistent, impatient, self-shame. Your steadfast quiet fealty scared me, I [...]
A quick thought
Retail and the world of work is a funny place. It's a very British thing, or maybe just western thing, but you and I cannot help being defined by our jobs, or defining others. The very small, insignificant task processes that you do monotonously, without would end up being the only skills you are known [...]
Trying to add different media and help motivate my drawing, creative eye and most of all - SHARING!
Is love dead?
I keep coming back to this idea that love as we know it is silly, trite and majorly dead. There is such a silencing of love. It's like we're so desensitized to it. We can't even think about it. To see it. To feel it. Yet we can feel that great aching gap within us. [...]
My Mourning Period. My self-imposed fate.
I have 40 days grace to mourn the hands of fate, But did it begin when last I heard your sweet nectared voice refuse to sing? Or when your strong and loving hands typed such embittered short goodbyes? Or further still does it begin when last I held and kissed your face? Though in this [...]
Hey you.
I want you. I need you. These ties run so deep. I feel so ignored. Yet I haven't even begun to speak. It's deafening. These screams within. Every missed dose of you, Feels like a fresh hit. I see other's like us, Do you see them too? So blissfully "true" Colourful within a grayscaled milieu. I [...]
My day
By taking away my only companionship, You ostracised me, I was alone and vulnerable today, Emotional and ill, Stressed to the hilt, Saddened beyond belief, Could you not see? Surely as a determined fellow woman, My gendered mirror in this unclear ether, You should be able to see me here. Ask my name, Wonder from [...]
Mariam Kauser 