Friday, October 17, 2008

Location: UN, NY
Date: 17.10.08
Event: The international Day for Eradication of Poverty.
Its not half as shallow as it would appear. This is the day when the 'powerful' have begun to aknowledge the existence of 'powerlessness'. One could say that it is indeed hypocritical to commemorate a single day to a reality that has now existed for a very long time. Well, I am at this organization and its not as powerful as the world imagines it to be. Its sense of power derives out of the agreement from 193 nations around the world.
There is a symbolic Chinese Peace Bell here and most open air world events/international days are held in its proximity. Today the Broadway cast of "A Tale of Two Cities" performed three songs. The first being a solo by a character called Mrs Defarge-a poor old french lady, who sees a young boy die and her change becomes the impetus for the French revolution-the song 'Out of sight, out of mind"
To all who stood there in the cold, we pledged the following:
"We are standing now with millions around the world on this symbolic day, the International Day.....Poverty, to show solidarity with poor people everywhere and to renew our commitment to fight against extreme poverty and inequality.
We are standing because everyday 50,000 people die needlessly as a result of extremem poverty, and the gap between the rich and the poor is getting wider.
We are standing to call on leaders-from both rich and poor countries-to deliver on their commitments to meet the Millenium Development Goals.
We are standing here at the United Nations because we pledge to accelerate our efforts to achieve the MDG's, and to keep the campaign to end extreme poverty at the heart of our work.
Today, and everyday, we will stand up, speak out and take action against poverty. We are millions of voices standing in solidarity to say: Make it happen-end poverty now."
There are words out there that unconvince me, that I know form part of the official rhetoric.
Another morning,
a walk to the subway
the wait
the coffee
She sits at the exit begging,
Surrounded by tallest of them all,
the speed,
the stale early morning smell,
the smoke, the affluence.
Everyday she dreams bigger and better

1 comment:

Unknown said...

I have questioned often most solemnly , sanity and sobriety in the act/art of blogging. Significantly, I have arrived at a particular post where I could find reasonable content to be written praiseworthy against. In fact , when asked by the venerated blogger of these posts, I too, had had occasion to misunderstand it as a pursuit of adulation. And so much did I come here to provide.

But now if I may concentrate purely on the blog concerning the event of Poverty Eradication, there are a few striking outcomes that the writer has produced perhaps in spite or unconscious of herself. If a heartbroken Madame Defarge were even left to the musical stage, the resonances of her bloodthirsty skeins of thread stitching the guillotined masses, to a most unobserving auditor would seem hilariously satirized or travestied.

The procrastination of writing, in any form is the denial of valuable sensibility and knowledge to oneself, something which I have doubly realised reading this one post, not deserving enough to assimilate the other posts, worse so for the one wherein Gucci, devil and prada, etc or even some Mr Marx chatted by.

If I leave without calling this a splendid piece of author(ess)ship I shall be doing grave injustice to the purpose that brought me here in the first place. Besides I am yet to publicly declare that I will never question blogging rampancies. But what I rather will do instead of these is to tell myself (like most soliloquizing prospective bloggers) that I will show this post to as many people as I can.

It has been beautifully written.