Friday, November 28, 2008
(image of painting at Hishamuddin Rais' BBC Cafe in Pasar Seni, Kuala Lumpur)
When he was ISA detainee in 2001.
"Your name is freedom but they tear your wings
And keep you captive in a golden cage;
they hide your radiance under a table
and drown your fragrance with their sweat
Why do they need to leash you
when you will not harm them?
Though they chain you with fury,
and dictate your every move,
your consciousness could never be curtailed...."
“It is not fair that I should be here and you
- behind those cold prison bars
It is not right that I should be free
to feel the sun glare in my face
the wind wild in my hair
the rain soaked on my skin
but you - alone behind those iron curtains
can feel nothing.
If you could fly or walk
without your hands being cuffed
you would be on the streets
you would sing your songs
you would write about freedom
you would tear down these walls
you will silence the terror
with your bare hands
you would build a new world.
But I, being free, do not know
what to do
do not know if indeed
I am free.
Let me take your place
behind those iron bars
let me pay the price
for you behind those prison walls
let me be the one
to languish in this darkness
for unlike you,
I do not know
what to do with this freedom"
Susan Loone, Bangsar (May 15)
"a hand woven dopata from baluchistan
a fine piece of cloth, from dera bugti
where a civil war between the military and freedom fighters
continue to claim lives (www.balochvoice.com)
i had chosen this cloth among so many others drapped before me
i had felt the sufferings of the womenfolk
who usually take months to sew a piece of artwork like this
which makes me think how fortunate i am to be me
how lucky i am to be always safe and sound
not ever knowing what it feels like to have a bomb
explode in your backyard
and see the remnants of your children scatter around you ..."