The Bohemiaspeaks Experiment: Mapping the Essence of Human Nature

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After spending around 2 years writing poetry about fictional characters from all around the world, I asked a friend who is more in touch with the geeky tech world to put together a WORD CLOUD from all the poems that featured on this blog.

As many of you know, a world cloud is generated based on the number of times a word happens to be in a given body of text. Out of 100 poems and around 25,000 words the more a word recurs the larger it would be in the cloud. So looking at the result for bohemiaspeaks in which characters from all walks of life are pouring their hearts out in poetry is sort of a mini-exercise that tries to capture the essence of human nature and emotions.

Lo and behold, the result is a beautiful portrait that I will have to hold on to for some time and think about. I will not try to make sense of the exact recurrence of words in this cloud, I do not think that we need to. But I think that we can just look at it, enjoy its randomness and beauty, and be grateful for any word inside that resonates with us.

This word cloud is the common denominator between: the sex worker in Amsterdam, the Child Worker in Hanoi, the Taxi Driver in Manhattan, the Investment Banker in Calcutta, the Plumber in Buenos Aires, the Soldier in Baghdad, the Gypsy Weaver in the south of Spain, the Pop Star in Tokyo, the Woman in a Burka in Kandahar, the Painter in Lima, the Whirling Dervish in Istanbul, the Female Activist in London, the DJ in Ibiza, the Cancer Patient, the Sailor, the Sociologist, the Pilot, the Eskimo, the Suicide Bomber, the Swahili Hunter, the Pigeon Keeper, the Scriptwriter, the Gravedigger and the list goes on and on covering 100 characters!!!

This is a visual testament that there is no difference between us all. Across races, nationalities, professions, religions, political affiliations we can still find so much words in common. Words like “love”, “life”, “together”, “dreams” and “truth”. Or words like “fear”, “pain”, “empty”, “darkness” and “burn”.

In conclusion of this experiment, I guess our lives are nothing but a word cloud in progress. It is up to us to decide which words will appear with greater weight. If we take a snapshot of our lives right now, what words would be counted most? What words would be counted most if we took a snapshot of the world? And based on this knowledge, how will we act accordingly?

A famous poet called Rumi once said: “Let your words rise, and not your voice. For it is the rain that grows flowers and not the thunder”.

Just some food for thought.

Sincerely,
The Author of Bohemiaspeaks

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The Author of Bohemiaspeaks: Poem Number 100

Bohemia speaks
With every breath
Transforming the world
But not just with its poetry
Like toilet paper
Wipe and flush away
But physically, physiologically
Because everything is connected

Bohemia speaks about
An ancient practice
By Tibetan monks
Where one is brave enough
To inhale
All the hurting
In this world
And to exhale love
Compassion, peace and harmony

Bohemia speaks
And asks this question,
Are you brave enough
To take part
In this experiment?
Are you brave enough
To internalize
The outside world
And transform it
Transform with it
Into something beautiful?

Bohemia speaks about
Trying to view the world
Through the eyes
Of different people
Random people
And trying to make sense
Of all this craziness
Bohemia speaks
And so should you

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Character: 100/100

1 year, 7 months, 28 days and I have finally completed a 100 poem adventure to create an army of characters with hope that some of this poetry may have touched the life of someone or at least painted a small smile on their face.

Something even crazier and more exciting is comping up! Bohemia has spoken but is nowhere near shutting up! Oh and that’s me in the panda hat, withstanding the cold of Beijing for Chinese New Year 2011. Peace.

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The Locksmith: You Say You’re Hard to Get?

The Locksmith

I would go through
Arithmetic lengths
To twist the collar-bone
Above your heart
And mold it into
The cage it truly is
Put you on display
That all the people
That pass you by
Are warned by
Dangers of proximity
And to that cage
A magic iron lock
Without a key
An incarnation of
Your anomaly
A hundred heroes
Knocking at your door
You turn them into thieves as
They fret to pick your lock
You victimize yourself
For being hard to get
Not knowing that a cage
Without a key
Is not in fact a cage
But rather just
A guarded empty box
And that is what
You’ll always be to me
You say you’re hard to get?
I say you’re just a slut

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Character: 99/100
To all the dudes out there that struggle with hearts of certain divas.
- 2years, approaching 100/100! Thinking about what’s next! Much love.

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The Bachelor: Casual Fucks in the Universe of Infinity

The Bachelor

This lonesome hunger
Ploughing through my veins
Marks a turn in mind
Towards the inner-self
The fear of living
With no sense of life
Feeding off the flesh of night
Until the game is bear and bone
And every other day
Just like the one before
An empty skirmish
For the reckless soul
So much excitement
In my thoughtless deeds
More like the comfort of necessities
But nothing seems to stick for long
A woman, maybe,
A queen of queens
Sent to me from the unforeseen
But am I ready to receive?
Am I ready to believe?
That beauty
Can be maintained
In partnership
With some woman of my dreams
Or will I keep on feeding
Off the crumbs
That mark the path
Ordained for us to meet
Until my hunger drives me
In this labyrinth of desire
Across my lifetimes
Towards an end
That’s destined to complete

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Character: 98/100
To everyone that’s lost in life. Lost in robotic routines. Satisfied and happy but looking for so much more.

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The Linguist: Secret Garden of the Unspoken

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A word
Ageing in my lips
Uttered softly
Carried by the wind
Across the world
Diffusing into every soul
And heart
Melting with remorse
That it was spoken
A secret broken
A gentle invitation
Into hanging gardens
On clouds surreal
Above the skies
A land where speech
Is not required
A place where words are chosen
Faithfully every year
Strawberry trees
Slowly grown
Slowly picked
Slowly savored
On silent banquets
For the deaf and dumb
Sprinkled across the skies
Like rain
Shared with all the ramblers
Let them ramble
A word
A gateway towards that paradise
Consumed by its existence
In watery mouths with chewing gum
Until it disappears

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Character: 97/100
To all the people that appreciate the power of words, the magic of speech and the gift of human interaction. To all the people that know when to speak and when not to.

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The Physiotherapist: A Fighter’s Mantra

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I love you
More than the bonds of love
Can handle
Crutches made for giant hearts
Taking us afar
Sharing shoulders
Chests apart
But one emotion
A mystic sneezes rain
A vagrant breathes adventure
But on this chair
Forever
We can dream about the
Roads we never took
And picture stories of our life
Stories we could never realize
Everyday a different ending
Everyday a new beginning
Changed, maimed, marred
But more complete
More connected
An eternal bond
Between our broken selves
Stitching light into the unforeseen
A path for us to follow in dark times
A fighter’s mantra
For Siamese beginnings

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Character: 96/100
To all the people out there fighting to become their better self, I have no right to assume your pain but hope to share the joy of your recovery.

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The Schizophrenic: I am Real

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Words a million words
Callous judgments breaking skin
Numbers peeling lemon trees
Desires fading by the day
Citric scents
Carried through the universe
Trailed by constellations
Tracing crevices
In the way we interact
You will never know me
But I am real
All our senses
Geared in this conspiracy
Will keep us close
And take us far away

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Character: 95/100

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The Calligrapher: I Read You

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Characters scattered
Across her face
Constant strokes of beauty
Alphabets divine
Telling stories
Tales of love
And heartbreak
With every squint
And smile
A million words
Never said
Silenced by the kindness
Of a heart
In never-ending anticipation

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Character: 94/100

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The Gardener: Spring is Here

The Gardener
Spring is here
Every blossoming tree
Breathes your name
Whispering a quick excitement
Through the air
Painting daisies shy
Weaving them into a crown
Strokes of color
Lead my way
Towards your room
Behind those cherry trees
An empty hammock
Swaying with my memories
Eternal springtime
Here for me
And for all the world

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Character: 93/100

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The Bus Driver: 36 to Victoria

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There she is
All I can see
Across this bus
A crooked nose
Pointing out a masterpiece
Her eyes so blue
And lashes honey blonde
Fingers crafted
Like the twigs
Of Avalon
Dicing through her curly hair
Shaping galaxies far away
Bumpy roads ahead
Simple smiles
Are all I need
On my way
To trust in life
To trust in purpose
To trust in goodness
On this very day

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Character: 92/100

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