Thursday, January 31, 2008

Im thinking that a bollywood actor is a cynical man. His belief in his work is dubious because he finds himself in the predicaments of outer space heroes. (say for instance neil Armstrong, Houston my pees flying all over the place). So the honest actor based on this hypothesis is a cynic who doesn’t believe in his job and the good actor given his dedication to the job is obviously stupid. But im certain that in real life this is not how the dynamic works.

4 lakh chicken laid end to end would stretch longer than the china wall. Maybe maybe not.
they would weigh more than all the protimas on dashami
and would be swifter than death by radiation

Sometimes baked with the yeast
A crop raised in the yellow
Or cracked out of shell
A daily harvest of feather and fur
Quiet at the table
unheard when the blade met the neck
gathered around it at our meals
we speak of life once in a while
that
if we are happy inside
then the stoic beast was able

Thursday, January 24, 2008

rat tat tat the gypsy dream
the pink cormorant rubadub
sounded deep on a faraway hill
and plundered the night with his spear

Monday, January 21, 2008

I banged the door, and banged it again it wouldn’t shut and was off on the street to the liquor mart. Ananda and reet I dragged and they dragged me to park street where we would be free and drink from a pet bottle surreptitiously. Whiskey and rum, the concoctions prepared in the loo of birkmeyer and sipped glugged and swung on the lawns of the boys hostel to a chant from the rehearsal heard like a reconstruction from the lion king. a luscious warmth spread evenly through me, and feeling warm in cold and brave when really not that bold I could do anything. The rehearsal broke and all filed out in squares triangles and other shapes casual, formal and friendly.
We were on a mental plane where everything was flexible and elastic and rules were like clothes hanging from a line swaying wildly in a fantastic breeze. It was one kind of bliss in the self, the hyper consciousness of ancient seers. But there was no need for that butt pinching dare; im so often ashamed that im not me.