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Monday, September 20, 2010

Piled paper

Can you start yourself
over again
throwing your
versions of past
as perforated sheets
torn from a note pad
crumpled
trashed

Or is life
a scrapbook with pages
one not like the other
smoothed
to fit into the book

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Food in Travel

With Extreme Chocolate , Three Chopsticks and Kabul Nights by Kristin Ohlson, theres more food than ever in the Best American Travel Writing 2008.
When Super Chef edits.

weekends of a pine tree

Sunlight falls on the edge
threads of gold shimmer
like poms poms from
bicycle handles

Above that pine tree
the moon awaits to
bathe the sun basked

Friday, September 17, 2010

The kite wades with the wind

into the depths of the void
into the beyond

If I have to pray instead
how can I believe a
beyond

If the ocean holds the pearl
let me dive

If the heavens hold gods
let me soar

No kite flying

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Motherhood

I just hope the snakes don't get out of the cargo hold next.
- Anne Lamott. Traveling Mercies.

Fears out of the collective consciousness crawls into the movie.
Flipping pages of WildLife Encyclopedia, I shuddered at a page with a picture of an adder with its fork tongue hanging. Later when I read that it 'looks menacing but is harmless', I accepted it more. And then I dont squirm at an adder with its little babies, four of them around her in their S shapes. Having just seen videos of camel, dolphin birthing videos, I dont find them revolting.

Life and Death in Slo Mo

Lichen is what reduces rock to soil and sand.
- Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies.


I first came across this word in connection with Robert Frost's poem mending wall. Why is water so pervasive a sculptor? Making bridges, eroding banks. Undoing the effect of fire and gravity. Is all life, war of the elements of nature?

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Mirror Test

Yesterday there was a dog in my room. He was making a reconnaisance of all things lying around. He happened to stand in front of a mirror. It didnt register. He didnt show a sign of recognising himself.