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Monday, January 4, 2010

The Mutiny of the Mutes

Dunno why it started. Maybe it was bound to happen. All i know was how it did start. And well, that's part of recorded history.
History is very ironic. It only talks about iron and metal slashing through flesh and obliterating bones. And of monuments built by armies fed on iron-rich blood, to be razed down to make more fodder. Man's monumental history of blood, and iron and blood in iron (heamoglobin, as we call it).
Yes, the Mutiny of the Mutes is waiting to happen. History reminds us that it had happened earlier. But then, the Mutes merely learnt to talk, and they weren't Mutes any longer. Became Mutants rather. The Mutant Revolution.
The Mutes talk in the voice of silence. Words cheat their thoughts and feelings. Their war songs have no words and no rhyme. Their thoughts retain their abstract selves of purity. Their weapons do not thunder. Their footsteps don't raise the dead from their sleep, and awaken them with a yawny groan.
The crumbly charred pages of books will litter the streets. Signboards will read themselves out in the language of fire. Rivers of fire will surge out of windows, in a silent symphony of sorts, intoxicated on Molotov cocktails, Dante's Inferno in a vodka bottle. And the soot and the smoke will block out the sun and lead to a cataclysmic episode of global warming, which will then escalate into the worst Ice Age in the history (ah! that had to turn up again..) of the planet. So says Al Gore. And i don't trust him on that.
The Mutiny of the Mutes remains an abstraction. Like their wordless thoughts of purity. it finds life in our silent moments of perpetual violence, when we forget to hear and refuse to talk. Stop... turn back the pages of history... or write a new book. Write of smiles and tears, love and fears. Write why i left those footprints on the beach, to be licked up and washed off by the kinky tongue of an insatiable sea. Nature reflects who we are.
Let us learn to speak.

7 comments:

  1. i know y'all are wondering as to WHAT THE FLUDDY HELL this is all about... well tell you what, the title was too good, and i couldn't let go of it... so was born this crap... does make some sense still, doesn't it??

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  2. sense and the non sense. that is was it all was about. n loved dante's inferno in a vodka bottle and it did strike a chord when you say that "..when we forget to hear and refuse to talk."

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  3. in this world of rising decibels and increasing deafness and in consequence to the universal muteness(cf ".when we forget to hear and refuse to talk.") i guess the mutants(the original mutes) are those who fight to retain their minority rights.or maybe they just want a new state to themselves.

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  4. i really dont know what i had written on... but i do guess that the Mutes live within the silence in our minds... that deafening painful silence... and abt new states!! lets not talk about that!! its put me through enuf already!!

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  6. silence is bad. enuf said. I claim to be mute.

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  7. wokay... i never truly figured our what the Mutes really were, to talk and debate with much conviction... so yeah, i guess the terms open to your interpretations.

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