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noreply@blogger.com (KUIR ё GARANG) — Tue, 18 Oct 2011 03:01:00 +0000

I've always, like many curious, ‘unphilosophic’ and scientific minds, asked myself the point of philosophy in our scientific era. I've only come to the conclusion that it is only a selfish endeavor aimed at the satisfaction of one's own insatiable egoism (me-centeredness), a piece of snobbishness.

Notwithstanding that, it is my pleasure to welcome you here. As a South Sudanese and a Canadian, I have included works that reflect my experiences in these two culturally different worlds.

I have been a war-child, a child on constant move, and a child searching for answers. It's my hope that you'll be inspired to frisk or grope for your own answers whenever possible.

Ideas are all around us. They don't have to be good ideas, but they have to teach one into being good.

We will have to accept some Thomistic abstract here. There are times one has to be careful as to what one has to say, however, there are times when care in one's utterance becomes and obstacle to one's self-appreciation. What do we do then in such a situation? We will have to go with Aristotelian moderation, hard and idealistic as it may be.

As people who'd been exposed to the indignities and dehumanizing effects of war, appreciating ourselves in the abstract seems strange and curious. But still, the desire is overwhelming if not imperious.

At times, this abstract start up will be mocked and played down by the learned in an attempt to protect their enclaves. This is always the start of something monstrously extraordinary. If the force of such undesired signifance exerts itself in a manner that can't be igored, then it is looked at with: "I knew they had that in them."

Audacity and persistence are never frustrated if taken with the required virtue of humility and the old time cliche of helping the world.

South Sudan has emerged from the dust and blood of fifty years of paralyzing monstrous civil war. To appreciate the beauty South Sudan is is to present the serene Southern echo of weaver bird in a peotic elegance, to present the majesty of the Nile with prescient and hypnotic prose. SHOOK BE POOR YOU!!!

What about blackness?!!!

She mocked eventualities and eternal nonexistence;

Everyday she waited for absenteeism of emergence...

Emergence of self-righteous men; the chosen.

They were lords of the east who adorned the ozone;

Her perspicuous nobleness smells personalities.

The magenta top spoke of grits to indignities...

We've always assumed her base niche with ease

As her fingers itched with chilliness of winter tease.

The bulbous chalky sand dunes by the road

Had the hairy pallid lad smile despite being wrought.

I've always smiled with light-heartedness to blend in;

Poor us! She'd written books of the born-chosen din.

Wondered all the dorks of all geographies!

The chosen weren't coming back, never: philosophies!

Pure philosophies had her tower; her eyes hidden;

Hidden by the dark complexion: we stare, ridden!

But she questioned the exceptionalism of the heavens;

The nobleness of the chosen and their ever-smiling servants.

The mockers smiled with preponderance of schmuckness...

Lord she smiled and amply said: What about blackness!!

Kuir ë Garang

WELCOME! READ! REFLECT! ENJOY!