Shanta Halder :
Details can be undermining.
Every time I walk along the streets of University of Dhaka, I try to plumb the depths of the abruptness of its walls.
Walls splashed all over with experiences only the governing belief can afford. They appear all through the university campus.
The walls seem nonchalant. They have weathered powers and beliefs. Some months pass, brute whiteness confirms their identity. Then again, they will be forced to indulge in the governing belief, only.
I find myself staring at the words. I feel the asphyxiating attempts.
The words offer little variations. They haven’t felt the necessity. I call the phenomenon homogenization. Of the walls.
The words seem sure only of a desperate need, to proselytize.
They all converge into the sustenance of a force. A force that is keen to render other words extinct; something that affirms the existence of denatured flow of state power, over the walls.
I see annihilation of discrete identities and efforts over there. Banality of the forces of mediocrity.
Certainty of reasons haunts this sphere of desperation. Certainty involving burial and non-investigation. Reasons that transgress rationality itself. Reasons with the only birthmark: poverty.
The necessity of an investigation into the history of the reasons forces me into visiting the halls. An instant inner resistance takes place; for understanding is subversion in itself. I would not term them ‘halls’ as the usage betrays the essence of the word. Also, it lacks the necessary precision.
They are ‘mass chambers’. Arrangements made for providing refuge. To huddle together only. Refuge, where to survive, tendencies go somatic.
The mass chambers serve other purposes as well. Herd the residents into it, they will come to fear each other. The individual will become privatized. He himself will be the reason for belief in a service based society. Solace in the name of sense of duty, will defuse his sense of mortal shame. Therefore, his belief in boundaries, as he is from the mass chambers, can be relied upon. Something of interest to the corporations.
Enigmatized descriptions are of help in the mass chambers. Despite the University having numerous departments, most of the books found in ‘mass chambers’ are the same. They only prepare the residents, by mythologizing the herded concerns of life. For becoming a part of yet another animalized sphere. Suffering here has mythological consequences. And tales that are themselves compromised inspire the residents to be ready – to allow themselves fatedly – to be undermined by the daily irredeemability of physical circumstances. The kind of fate that is blessed with treacherous calmness.
Desperation, liberalizes.
The books uneducate the residents, off aggravated and perverse circumstances. They are books that infest and thrive in somatic poverty.
Uneducation is the only hope here, to deal effectively with backbreaking circumstances. Circumstances that involve suffering an easy extinction, as the only possibility.
The residents of the mass chambers are martyrs of the present, for the future – an acknowledgment of defeat, to the prevailing circumstances.
Similar tales springing from everyday subversions of poverty keep them going, without any accusation raised. And the crime of murder of the present attracts no witness.Even state is not the plaintiff here.
Martyrdom trivializes the fact of murder.
Investigate the murders, the term ‘freewill’ will come in handy. They will become suicides.
In near future, great number of incoherent stories of past martyrdom tangential to present success will serve as anecdotal introductions to the preparatory books found in mass chambers.
Given the murderous and animalized surroundings of the mass chambers, the 21st century phenomenon of motivations gains traction. Trace the stories back; their incoherent past will rupture grammatical structures.
Primitivized intelligence, as it is unassailable, underpins power. And as degenerate handling of sovereign powers tends to exploit basic needs, only belief in slavery with all its accoutrements will prevail.
Walking along the corridors, I overhear conspiring vulnerabilities. Conversation here means suffering in clusters. It is a 21st century variant of company that solidifies loneliness. Conversations that are formed of words half signifying lexicographical essence, half physical suffering. The words themselves know poverty and its deep consequence. They can afford only to generate primitive sounds.
At least their reverberations can afford to live until my hearing. They leave distant and even sometimes, distorted impressions.
They are sounds that represent the hauntings of surrounding animalized physical realities. It is reduction of the language to a state of bare needs.
Basic needs can primitivize intelligence.
The sounds confirm something else as well. If pain or pleasure exists beyond the influence of language, every effort that wants to reconcile conflict will with time be ashamed of itself.
I get to understand, however, that the sounds have history. History that can only be suffered.
The sounds have their very distinct ways of belief in the conservation of animal realities and it is obvious, there is no other way. There cannot be.
The walls of the mass chambers understand memory and its aggravation. Some contain names of former residents. Others of the present ones. The struggle for names against memorylessness. The realities in the chambers can render the residents nameless. The names salve the impairment of memory. On the walls I see displaced identities mourning their earlier uprooting.
It is, of course, to confuse poverty with displacement and loneliness. Every truth has a reason to lie about something.
As one enters into the chambers, taught definitions start getting undermined. He will come out of the chambers past definitions. The mass chambers are a process of dismantling the definitions.
Brute whiteness of the walls testifies to the ravages of time – something power fears. And primitivized intelligence can dilute whiteness. Therefore, the uniform words. Plain, blunt and crude.Free of subtleties. Past considerations that only subvert oneself.
It is faith being confused with reason. It is training being sold as education.
Crude concerns can be an effective point of convergence. Dense enough to muster the momentum; to alloy sovereign power with degenerative tendencies. And enforcing them through the already primitivized individual.
Anything is sovereignty here.
Auschwitz did not engender any faith in the concept of further resuscitation of promises. Nor could Auschwitz force intellectual deficiency or mediocrity upon those who survived.
Halls of University of Dhaka could breed deficiencies that far surpass its physical dimension.
(Shanta Halder, graduate of University of Dhaka, email: [email protected])
Details can be undermining.
Every time I walk along the streets of University of Dhaka, I try to plumb the depths of the abruptness of its walls.
Walls splashed all over with experiences only the governing belief can afford. They appear all through the university campus.
The walls seem nonchalant. They have weathered powers and beliefs. Some months pass, brute whiteness confirms their identity. Then again, they will be forced to indulge in the governing belief, only.
I find myself staring at the words. I feel the asphyxiating attempts.
The words offer little variations. They haven’t felt the necessity. I call the phenomenon homogenization. Of the walls.
The words seem sure only of a desperate need, to proselytize.
They all converge into the sustenance of a force. A force that is keen to render other words extinct; something that affirms the existence of denatured flow of state power, over the walls.
I see annihilation of discrete identities and efforts over there. Banality of the forces of mediocrity.
Certainty of reasons haunts this sphere of desperation. Certainty involving burial and non-investigation. Reasons that transgress rationality itself. Reasons with the only birthmark: poverty.
The necessity of an investigation into the history of the reasons forces me into visiting the halls. An instant inner resistance takes place; for understanding is subversion in itself. I would not term them ‘halls’ as the usage betrays the essence of the word. Also, it lacks the necessary precision.
They are ‘mass chambers’. Arrangements made for providing refuge. To huddle together only. Refuge, where to survive, tendencies go somatic.
The mass chambers serve other purposes as well. Herd the residents into it, they will come to fear each other. The individual will become privatized. He himself will be the reason for belief in a service based society. Solace in the name of sense of duty, will defuse his sense of mortal shame. Therefore, his belief in boundaries, as he is from the mass chambers, can be relied upon. Something of interest to the corporations.
Enigmatized descriptions are of help in the mass chambers. Despite the University having numerous departments, most of the books found in ‘mass chambers’ are the same. They only prepare the residents, by mythologizing the herded concerns of life. For becoming a part of yet another animalized sphere. Suffering here has mythological consequences. And tales that are themselves compromised inspire the residents to be ready – to allow themselves fatedly – to be undermined by the daily irredeemability of physical circumstances. The kind of fate that is blessed with treacherous calmness.
Desperation, liberalizes.
The books uneducate the residents, off aggravated and perverse circumstances. They are books that infest and thrive in somatic poverty.
Uneducation is the only hope here, to deal effectively with backbreaking circumstances. Circumstances that involve suffering an easy extinction, as the only possibility.
The residents of the mass chambers are martyrs of the present, for the future – an acknowledgment of defeat, to the prevailing circumstances.
Similar tales springing from everyday subversions of poverty keep them going, without any accusation raised. And the crime of murder of the present attracts no witness.Even state is not the plaintiff here.
Martyrdom trivializes the fact of murder.
Investigate the murders, the term ‘freewill’ will come in handy. They will become suicides.
In near future, great number of incoherent stories of past martyrdom tangential to present success will serve as anecdotal introductions to the preparatory books found in mass chambers.
Given the murderous and animalized surroundings of the mass chambers, the 21st century phenomenon of motivations gains traction. Trace the stories back; their incoherent past will rupture grammatical structures.
Primitivized intelligence, as it is unassailable, underpins power. And as degenerate handling of sovereign powers tends to exploit basic needs, only belief in slavery with all its accoutrements will prevail.
Walking along the corridors, I overhear conspiring vulnerabilities. Conversation here means suffering in clusters. It is a 21st century variant of company that solidifies loneliness. Conversations that are formed of words half signifying lexicographical essence, half physical suffering. The words themselves know poverty and its deep consequence. They can afford only to generate primitive sounds.
At least their reverberations can afford to live until my hearing. They leave distant and even sometimes, distorted impressions.
They are sounds that represent the hauntings of surrounding animalized physical realities. It is reduction of the language to a state of bare needs.
Basic needs can primitivize intelligence.
The sounds confirm something else as well. If pain or pleasure exists beyond the influence of language, every effort that wants to reconcile conflict will with time be ashamed of itself.
I get to understand, however, that the sounds have history. History that can only be suffered.
The sounds have their very distinct ways of belief in the conservation of animal realities and it is obvious, there is no other way. There cannot be.
The walls of the mass chambers understand memory and its aggravation. Some contain names of former residents. Others of the present ones. The struggle for names against memorylessness. The realities in the chambers can render the residents nameless. The names salve the impairment of memory. On the walls I see displaced identities mourning their earlier uprooting.
It is, of course, to confuse poverty with displacement and loneliness. Every truth has a reason to lie about something.
As one enters into the chambers, taught definitions start getting undermined. He will come out of the chambers past definitions. The mass chambers are a process of dismantling the definitions.
Brute whiteness of the walls testifies to the ravages of time – something power fears. And primitivized intelligence can dilute whiteness. Therefore, the uniform words. Plain, blunt and crude.Free of subtleties. Past considerations that only subvert oneself.
It is faith being confused with reason. It is training being sold as education.
Crude concerns can be an effective point of convergence. Dense enough to muster the momentum; to alloy sovereign power with degenerative tendencies. And enforcing them through the already primitivized individual.
Anything is sovereignty here.
Auschwitz did not engender any faith in the concept of further resuscitation of promises. Nor could Auschwitz force intellectual deficiency or mediocrity upon those who survived.
Halls of University of Dhaka could breed deficiencies that far surpass its physical dimension.
(Shanta Halder, graduate of University of Dhaka, email: [email protected])
