Cecil Rajendra on the publication (or not) of his so-called controversial book.
Exercpts from The Sun - Poetic reasons, acidic rhyme
I began to believe that writing could make a difference and that every true artist has a duty to bear witness and speak out, no matter what the cost.
How can it be published in a country that is so sexually uptight that it views homosexuality as a threat to the nation. Incidentally, I have never quite figured out how a gay minister is a greater threat to the nation than a corrupt minister.
When I was 12 or 13, I had made up my mind to be a writer. So I packed up this gurkha duffel bag with romantic notions of hitch-hiking to Rome to make my name as a writer in some garret. When my parents discovered my bag, I was given a sound thrashing. After finishing law, this laidback lifestyle could not continue as I had to earn my keep. I took whatever job I could - as cook, postman, factory hand, etc - and when I had a bit of
money saved up, tramped around Europe writing, reading, visiting galleries, etc. Basically I was like a sponge with eyeballs hanging out, soaking everything.
Because I have yet to meet an honest politician. I am not saying this rare species doesn't exist, just that I have not met one yet. Let us be honest, the majority of politicians nowdays are nothing more than self-serving opportunists. In my more cynical moments, I think that to be a really successful politician in the 21st century, you need to be completely corrupt and more than a little retarded.
Now we have this anti-smoking Tak Nak campaign which is equally futile ... smokers will smoke whatever the price.
As I grow older
I grow wilder not wiser
I respect nothing
Do not talk to me of the temperance of middle-aged men
I have consigned Caution to the
wind.
The great mind of Cecil Rajendra. Mental fingering at its best. I laughed and smiled. ahh, I should read more.
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