Saturday, September 24, 2011

ကုိယ္ပိုင္ စာၾကည့္တုိက္

 ပညာဆိုတာ အင္မတန္ တန္ဖိုးၾကီးပါတယ္။ ပညာရွိရင္ ဘာမဆုိျဖစ္ပါတယ္။ လက္ဖက္ရည္ဆုိင္ မွာ ျငင္းတဲ့အခါ ႏုိင္ေအာင္ျငင္းႏုိင္႐ံုမက ႏုိင္ငံတစ္ႏုိင္လံုးကိုပါ ဦးေဆာင္ႏိုင္ပါတယ္။ ပညာအမ်ားစုဟာ စာအုပ္ေတြထဲမွာ ရွိပါတယ္။ စာမ်ားမ်ားဖတ္ေလ၊ အေတြ႕အၾကံဳပိုရွိေလ၊ ပိုစဥ္းစားတတ္လာေလ၊ ပညာရွိေလပါပဲ။ ကၽြန္ေတာ္ကေတာ့ အသက္ကို ပညာနဲ႔တုိင္းပါတယ္။ ဒါေၾကာင့္ စာအုပ္ေတြဟာ ဘဝမွာ အေရးပါဆံုး အခန္းက႑ကေန ပါဝင္ေနပါတယ္။

ႏုိင္ငံတစ္ႏုိင္ငံ တိုးတက္ဖို႔ရာ ႏိုင္ငံသားေတြ ပညာတတ္ေရးပါ အေရးပါဆံုးပါ။ ႏုိင္ငံသားေတြ ပညာတတ္ရန္ စာၾကည့္တုိက္ေတြဟာ လိုအပ္ပါတယ္။ အခု ျမန္မာျပည္မွာ ေက်းရြာစာၾကည့္တုိက္ေတြ၊ ျမိဳ႕နယ္စာၾကည့္တုိက္ေတြ ဗံုးေပါလေအာ ဖြင့္ေနတာ သတင္းစာထဲမွာ ေတြ႕ရပါတယ္။ ေအာင္ျမင္သလား မေအာင္ျမင္သလား မသိပါ။ ကၽြန္ေတာ္ စဥ္းစားၾကည့္ပါတယ္။ ဘယ္လုိကူညီႏုိင္မလဲေပါ့။ အလွဴေငြထည့္ဖို႔လဲ အပိုေငြမရွိပါ။ အျမတ္တႏိုး စုေဆာင္းထားတဲ့ စာအုပ္ေတြ လွဴပစ္ဖို႔ဆုိတာကလဲ မလြယ္ပါဘူး။ ဒါေၾကာင့္ ႏုိင္ငံေတာ္တုိးတက္ေရးကို ကူညီေပးတဲ့အေနနဲ႔ ကိုယ္ပိုင္စာၾကည့္တုိက္ လုပ္ဖို႔ စဥ္းစားၾကည့္ပါတယ္။

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Long Hard Road Out of Hell

I have always been a huge fan of Marilyn Manson. I loved his music, performance, writings, appearance, well, everything. I admired him and in the same level as Hitler, Mao, and even Nietzsche and Karl Marx. Because he is the only individual of our age who is so powerful and strong. I was heavily influenced by him since I was a kid. Actually, my interest in philosophy, religion, fame, and freedom started with listening to him. His lyrics struck me in the head. I admired him, appreciated him. It is normal for me to have interest in the life of a man who I admire.

Through the reading of his book, I became to understand him more than ever. His ideas, his life, his experiences, his philosophy, I can see them clearly in his book. His life is a story of a worm, who is scared and abused, struggle his way up to get wings and became a hero, Antichrist.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Franz Kafka's The Trial Review

It's been a long time since i update this blog. The reason is I simply don't have any inspiration these days. (or maybe I'm not trying to write) Just as in my last short-story, my life-course is repeated with same schedule everyday and then I'm lost. Still, there are some drafts which are just some paragraphs or comments. Here is one of these, a review I wrote on, which maybe my last straw to regain my inspiration. I hope I can update again one or twice per week.

P.S. I will try to avoid sophisticated tone in my later submissions and try to act like just another blogger ;D

Kafka's another attempt to make fun of living a life. This time with the Trial. One morning, you are accused with unknown crime and live your life as a criminal, everyday is the trial. You can't do anything to defend. You can't run, you can't hide. You desperately search for help but that, too, is hopeless. The Law is above everything. (Heavenly law?) Later, you will realize that you can't do anything to it and finally wait for the judgement, and accept it. That is Kafka's version of life.

In this story, Kafka's symbolism is impressive. It reflects on religion, life, law, even political status of Germany in his era. The young has lost hope, the court is unreliable, the court officials are the worst of all. I'm afraid it, too, reflects the current state of Burma today.