I'm listening to Aki Nawaz's album "All is War" and quite liking it. Balls of steel that bro, and a whole not of soul. Its not a question of musical taste, i just get the feeling that he's addressing me and not faking it. Its difficult these days to distinguish somebody tastelessly abusing your religious-geographic markers from someone passing you important messages.
I particularly like the words to parasites. You can purchase the albumn online here
Writers produce for money and for an audience. Seekers trawl around in the depths for answers. I think they are often two exclusive groups.
I dont think that Monica Ali, Tahmima Anam, Zia Haidar Rahman and Ed Hussain are talking to me. Its a white audience, in skin or mind, that they are talking to, it is their approval that is sought. You can see it in the shapes of their pronouncements, the scars that they bear and the foolish imprints all over their minds. Its like a red light district out there.
The rejection of these authors is important. The existance and appreciation of others with idea content is doubly important. The authors of chaff will promote themselves into incompetance, be reviewed and acclaimed. Those authors of the better category are there if I am looking for them, and moving through the ether in pursuit. Sitting on a chair is a sure fire path to being consumes by people who have the audacity to print their own self loving selves all over a lot of dead trees.
Which is probably just as well for the seekers,except for the problem of Pir Review.
