I haven’t updated my blog in ages and I feel kind of bad about that, but I’ve been incredibly busy – I might write about it soon, when I get a little bit of time to do so. In the meantime, here’s me late last night, I’d just returned from a talk in London on “Freedom of Speech” – yes, I hear you, even you at the back. You’re rolling your eyes and mumbling: “does she talk about anything else these days?!”
Fair enough, but I do actually talk about plenty of other things (oh yes, I do) It’s just that this is something that matters greatly to me and if I’ve become a bit of a free speech warrior, it’s because those types of warriors are needed at this precise moment in time. Last night, in the heart of Westminster, people from my tribe, people from all over gathered for a principle, for a basic right – one that won’t be taken away from us if we can help it.
Aaaaand I’m done – see, that wasn’t so bad 😉
A chat into the early hours today led to this: a little poem written just before 4am, in 2 minutes flat, just for me, by a lovely friend who is neither writer nor poet – so in a funny kind of way, it made his (unedited) effort and words taste even sweeter. I wish I could inspire more people to try their hands at a little writing. (The moody photograph of the London night sky is his own too.)
A young nameless girl with colour to her cheeks
Arrived in dark London, it’s love that she seeks
But there’s no one around, just rain on the floor
Late walks lead her here, to wanting something more
She was wearing all one colour, of origin unknown
But the colour started dripping, on the floor, she ran home
Tears and rain merged, she laid down, she felt betrayed
But a figure stood over her, for a moment she delayed
“It’s me” dark brown hair, he laid beside her, she felt weak..
Her eyes grew wider as her lips tried to speak..
His finger on her lips, he whispered in her ear
“I’m here, I have what you need, there’s no need to fear”…
The grey turned to colour, how lost she had been
Except from him and her, the colour was never seen
Because, all along,
The colour was forest green
I haven’t had time to write very much lately, (for the blog in any case) — so I thought I would post some more photographs taken last Friday at the British Museum.
“The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled”.
“Joy in looking and comprehending is nature’s most beautiful gift”.
“Without culture, and the relative freedom it implies, society, even when perfect, is but a jungle. This is why any authentic creation is a gift to the future.”
― Albert Camus
“A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots”.
“Art is never finished, only abandoned.”
Leonardo da Vinci
“Art is much less important than life, but what a poor life without it.”
My favourite room in the British Museum is the Enlightenment Gallery, formerly known as the King’s Library. The lighting in the room is purposefully soft — it reinforces the feeling of stepping back in time and the immersion in culture and knowledge, although the reason for the soft lighting is actually to do with preserving the room itself. It is such a striking room full of precious and gorgeous things, that no matter how many times you visit the gallery, you are always struck anew by the beauty of it. If you ever find yourself in London, it is a must-see.