@ Sour Sensibilities Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Hardened are the sensibilities, albeit sour
A flute to a bull or to a buffalo a flower.
In the dark mirth of the conscience
The senses live in love of the things.
The guile of youth shall wane and fade,
Astray and prolong the vile scheme.
The soul, shall live, the sage said millennia before
The world is now as the world was then.
Let it go what is happening, just observe,
“You became what you thought of yourself”
To the vast majority living abject,
Yet the evil discourse on stage.
Helpless, vulnerable, without sane wit,
Play on the curse of politics and promises false.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
April 24,2013.

On Politics: By William Kentridge@art21

'I suppose the first promptings or proddings to work as an artist are still there and the questions haven't changed. One does the work and then tries to formulate a series of questions which one could possibly ask as a reason for the work. So it's always reverse engineering in terms of the ideas.' —William Kentridge