December 2011
1 post
notes from Tagore's Farewell My Friend
“…those whose names count in our literary market…their literary creations are like the camel in the animal world—neck and shoulders, belly and back, front and behind, uncouth and clumsy; and like the camel they shamble across the bleak desert of…literature with their loose, disjointed gait.”
Amit likens fashion to a mask and style to the charm of the face
“Amit , what you said was so true, you...
March 2011
1 post
November 2010
7 posts
a play
1.
“What was death like for you?”
“It was small and round, and looked like an eggplant.”
2.
“I LOVE creaking!”
3.
“I wish I could keep her smile, like a little crescent moon on the palm of my hand. But you can’t do that with bodies.”
4.
“I wanted to be close to you when we were alive. But our bodies got in the way.”
October 2010
39 posts
Fire and ashes II
Pallav Ranjan
August 12, 1995
As we walked upon frost bent grass, did you inhale fungus spores? And white blossoms that drooped heavy, did you notice, they smelled of death.
Berries, in so many tight bunches, so red. The light. The sunlight. The morning light. Do you remember how I ran to capture those colors? And on hills you noticed green hope.
There was that Ganesh shrine nearby, snout...
The decisive/ the unresolved
“There is a disquieting impasse at the heart of this project I’ve engaged in. I can no longer proceed on these terms. The photos stand by themselves, as do the poems. The words bear false witness, though that was not their intent; the photos, an intrusion into lives I know little of. For a time I hauled the city on my back, but unlike those depicted, I can put it down.”
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a poem
By all accounts
The young woman, still caught in the shadows of dawn bends from the waist to the tin pot at her feet, outstretched fingers rinsing free the last of the morning meal
By the time she steps out into the light to crouch deeply beside the hefty clay pots awash with soapy water, clothes have piled up The young man, by all accounts a family friend, lingers by his motorcycle for a...
charitraheen chelis (women of ill repute)
charitraheen cheli was a column that appeared in the nepali times from 2004-2007 written by rosy chhetri who represented the ideas/conversations of a group of anonymous nepali women/feminists. the group wrote about sex, orgasm, abortion, rape, equal representation in parliament, citizenship, secularization and in one of their columns, published a top-ten list of ‘media hunks,’ where...
guy kawasaki shits tweets!
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why photograph the overlooked and the ordinary →
“…Photography allows me to see patterns in the everyday world, to slow time, and to look more deeply…I tend to be attracted to emptied-out spaces, usually interiors. I think there’s a kind of poetry, a strange energy in overlooked, common objects and places…”
art: improving livability →
(Click on the title to be directed to the article)
MY NOTES on the video in the article:
Improving livability
Beautifying a streetscape, using available infrastructure?
New connection points for residents: parks, open spaces
Residential attractor: leads to safety and cleanliness->accountability
Branding Potentia: creating an image for the location, marked festivals or events (focus on one...
WatchA Cinepoem by Man Ray called Emak Bakia (which translates to Leave Me Alone). This is a gorgeous piece of work, I originally saw a version with a much higher resolution and recommend watching it like I did. The richness of the visual is very important. Man Ray’s lens is very curious—and there are no rules in his exploration. He makes abstractions of ordinary objects…things that...
September 2010
1 post
I drive by night And I travel in fear That in this darkness I will disappear
patty griffin
November 2009
44 posts
