Rangeen Chara

The birds have flow from far away, when will they finally alight? Piercing the black, murky clouds, when will the sun and moon shine again?

dispirits:

Rana Tharu Women. When warfare left them widows, legend says these women fled the forests of southern Nepal and established a society that has endured for 400 years. Photo by Eric Valli.

Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn’t. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you - and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!


Coffee Sack Sleeper

Nepali baby sleeping in a coffee sack between two trees

Coffee Sack Sleeper

Nepali baby sleeping in a coffee sack between two trees

Dal Bhat & Beer: Fuel of the Nepali People

Dal Bhat & Beer: Fuel of the Nepali People

“Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from - it’s where you take them to.”

—Jim Jarmusch

There is something about yourself that you don’t know. Something that you will deny even exists until it’s too late to do anything about it. It’s the only reason you get up in the morning, the only reason you suffer the shitty boss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. “Fear or revere me, but please think I’m special.” We share an addiction. We’re approval junkies. We’re all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The “hip, hip, hoo-fucking-rah.” Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on, you crazy diamond. Cos we’re just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others.

"None but ourselves can free our minds."

"None but ourselves can free our minds."