The Abyss of St. Fallen
St. Fallen is a 21 year old male humanoid, no more or less human than anyone else. The blog is simply a gallery into his thoughts and actions, and anyone is welcome to voice their opinion. Freedom of expression is mandatory.
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Writing for the Sunday Leader- One Day With A Conman February 11, 2012By Imaad Majeed Saman* has lived in Ratmalana all his life. He knows the streets like the lines on his palm, and the faces like the back of his hand. Growing up with a younger brother and his parents, Saman had little luxuries as a child. He comes from a poor family, just barely scraping [...]
- Misguided Buddhist Zealots February 4, 2012By Imaad Majeed Since the end of the conflict in 2009, a new phenomena has emerged. That of Buddha statues being erected along the A9 route that leads to Jaffna. Over 28 Buddha statues have been counted along this route since the war concluded in May 2009. The comedy of this charade (what else can [...]
- Rust Buckets That Pass For School Vans February 4, 2012By Imaad Majeed Pictures by Pavithra Jovan De Mello While the number of accidents have been increasing of late, little attention has been paid to the state of vehicles on the road. Aside from emission tests, there is no system for assessing the condition of vehicles, particularly school vans. Children are put at risk day [...]
- A Life – A Shattered Dream On The E1 February 4, 2012By Imaad Majeed Young Arosha Yeshan (26) was returning home along the southern expressway early Friday morning when tragedy struck. The car he was driving skidded off the road and crashed killing him and with it his dreams and ambitions for the future. Arosha Yeshan’s death was the first on the southern expressway since it [...]
- Illegal Treasure Hunters Caught January 21, 2012Text and Pictures by Imaad Majeed in Kurunegala Ten people were arrested last week at Wariyapola in the Kurunegala District for trespassing on private property and attempting to steal what is believed to be buried treasure, Police Spokesperson Ajith Rohana told The Sunday Leader. “The group included a staff sergeant and two army officers,” he [...]
- One Day With A Conman February 11, 2012
Unlearning
In a quiet place white walls won’t speak any louder than quiet demeanor; rude-prude indifference to converse – disjointed response; a nervous system unlearning how to walk straight, descending, shaking legs, unsteady knees, needing a sense of equillibrium; self-imposed insomnia does this. Watching a sunrise over an empty train station dislodging its too soon passengers … Read more
Conference Of The Birds
Attar’s Seven Valleys of Love, as translated by C.S. Nott The Valley of the Quest “When you enter the first valley, the Valley of the Quest, a hundred difficulties will assail you; you will undergo a hundred trials. There, the Parrot of heaven is no more than a fly. You will have to spend several … Read more
Assembly Line Faith
You hear that click and you know that is it. It is that click, you hear, you see, dilate, pupil, to the light, you hear, when it goes out, the lesson, and the guru, what remains? Ashes, urns, or conjugal burns? Where do Catholic priests please themselves at night? Pray, tell me, where do our … Read more
Hocus, Focus!
What is known of free-will? Free-willy-nilly, gobble-dee-gook, or hokey pokey? Hocus, focus! Polka face, smallpox took us out like DDT. Not DMT, DXM, or the LSD- cursed bread, french- spoon-fed by the CIA, or was it half-baked? Not unlike any psychotropical countries’ cunt of misery.
Finger Lickin’ Gods
Having never having too much heaving old baggage through strained thresholds of pain, promises of gain, uncertainty of return. Why strive for what is? Why grasp what is out of reach, out of sight? Having never never having lost, our minds heaving old baggage, or dead brain cells through strains of genome, chromosome, and some … Read more
Ouroboros
Trance? Entrance: Entrée, appetiser, or full-on out-of-body experience? To consume the Self, flesh and bone, is it carnivalesque or carnivore? I can’t eat more, any more than a herbivore, omnivoraciously dissatisfied with the dull taste of life, till the sharp rust of death greets tongue. Quiver! Whimper. Simpler, still, just be.
Invisible, Indivisible
Is it naive to think? If not, it would not be. Am I naive to think? I would be. I would be gullible enough to gobble it up enough to fill up the stomachs of invisible poor indivisible poverty breaks this bread by two, three, for… you? Who are you but another I, naive, gullible … Read more
Conch, Conjure
They commodified you in Modern Times, as Chaplin mimes, to ignorant fools en masse. A la carte is how you are served, fate on a silver platter, feet dancing to the clatter, pitter, patter. Peter Parkers don’t find the time to be existentialist. And Mary Jane whatsername’s too caught up in the womb of Mother … Read more
Salt & Pepper
We once lived in a world of black and white, red and yellow, salt and pepper, blood and piss, melting into seas, lakes and rivers, blue-green giving way to ships that sailed the circumference, defying notions of a flat world, bringing the flesh and blood of the Africas, spice and staple of other people, saffron … Read more
Man Made Fire
Before man made fire did he carry flames from the tips of volcanoes? Did he sleepwalk through moonlit nights, or sleep with eyes open gazing at the inexplicably bright stars, their constellations imprinted against retina. In the fringe between waking life and the unconscious did the dots connect in his subconscious – images of kings … Read more
