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Digressive Monologues: November 2011
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Monday, November 21, 2011. Beneath the fiery glance. A trail of gentleness,. Time gently ruffles your. Conviction of my yet un-. Fulfilled role as your first. Violator, your standard of. Insincerity, your (secret). Within these gaps I. Flow, these moral slippages,. The obscure realm between. Vision and desire,. Quietly invading suspicion,. For I am formless yet, inhaled. By you as you resist. My finger on your eyes now,. My voice in your head. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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And now, again...
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And now, again. Turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance. Monday, October 5, 2009. When he woke up the first time and thought, he got it all figured out. Lots of things licked and the machine began to run smoothly, with only those things clinking that ought to clink, and nothing clanking at all. Sorry,but the point is? October 7, 2009 at 8:02 AM. I was wondering whether id been clear enough. clearly not. The point was supposed to be that he knew what he was doing. View my complete profile.
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And now, again...: December 2008
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And now, again. Turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance. Tuesday, December 30, 2008. A little cockroach is lying on its back near the wall beneath the switchboard. It's not even a proper cockroach yet- it's still a whadyoucallit. It's little. It moves one foreleg in a slow convulsion. Its long slender antennae stretch out on either side, far longer than its body- in a human, that would be long hair streaming out behind her. I don't know whether I wish it well or ill. Then she offered me...
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And now, again...: July 2009
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And now, again. Turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance. Friday, July 31, 2009. A hundred other people-. Look exactly like me. Walk exactly like me. Speak exactly like me. Think exactly like me? The same Fabindia kurtas. The same dangling earrings. The same Janpath chappals. The same drawling talk. With the same curse-punctuation. The same drinking parties. The same gossip about the same people. The same songs on the guitar. In late afternoon out on the lawns. The same annoyance when the.
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And now, again...
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And now, again. Turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance. Monday, October 5, 2009. The brave man is terrified of kangaroos. The designer wears pret sometimes. The salt-and-pepper professor who says to his students, Your Comments? Says to his wife, oh just shut up. The historian didn't know his great-grandfather died in the War. The person of intense feeling is indifferent to cacti. The witty cartoonist doesn't like it when people poke fun at his thinning hair. but he laughs.
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And now, again...: March 2009
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And now, again. Turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance. Wednesday, March 18, 2009. A thought disturbs me. Mussolini in 1943, was under immense pressure to sign a peace treaty with the Allies, who were poised to invade Italy after having captured Sicily. He refused to abandon Hitler, and was deposed by the King and disowned by his party. A thought disturbs me. The thought disturbs me. Should we be learning friendship or loyalty from- from the Wrong sources? Because Mussolini, the power-...
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And now, again...: February 2009
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And now, again. Turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance. Monday, February 23, 2009. Two little girls come racing round the corner and plop down on two chairs in the middle of the row. Out pop two books and a crayon box. Then another girl turns the corner, and one earnest colourer breaks off to clutch the seat next to her, and shake her frantically, black curls flying out behind. Big sister. Friday, February 20, 2009. I know the basic facts about coral polyps. Little, defenceless cre...
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Digressive Monologues: a new story
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Thursday, March 3, 2011. Children streaming in, joyful and joyless, bags tied to backs. taking their seats, quietly and noisily, waiting for authority to address their curiosity. one, two, three, four. the seconds pass, the minutes fly, the hours inflame their impatience. they are, of course, not sitting anymore. You play games. Come back already. June 24, 2011 at 10:39 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Keeper Of The Stars. Momentary Lapse Of Reason.
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And now, again...: June 2009
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And now, again. Turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance. Thursday, June 25, 2009. Walk down a street in Delhi. It depends which street-. And either there's no one for miles. Except some swanky car swooshing past,. Or every passer, in his hurry, shoves you. I wonder if I will have to learn. This push around or leave alone. Philosophy to live here,. Or whether it will come naturally. Saturday, June 13, 2009. Apart from the flat expressionlessness of the face-which could be anything-and th...
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And now, again...: the conversation after.
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And now, again. Turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance. Saturday, September 12, 2009. We shouldn't be here. We should be at home, glued to our television screens like the rest of humanity. The blasts in Baghdad? The floods in Bihar. Hurricanes in north America. Civil war in Rwanda. In large parts of Africa. Someone got raped in the Capital. And those doing the raping. O yes, those too. And we should be home, appendages to the television screens. What is something someone said today.
