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Saturday, January 14, 2012

A dream

On a mud bank
with water on both sides
My sister did something
the water from the right bank
overflowed into the left
and receded
I still held to the bank

during the wash
I saw skeletons
A previous tsunami maybe

Today's news of a toppled ship

Long voyage ahead

In The Cat's table, the narrator is a 11yr old boy asks 'What had there been before such a ship in my life?' about the life forming and changing experiences on the 'Oronsay' from Colombo bound to England. The narrator thinks that 'he reinvented himself in this seemingly imaginary world'.
Even though most of the book is on the ship and the various characters - a literary guy, a plants & herbs expert- on it, theres a foreshadowing of his future and references of the influences of the experiences of the ship by an adult self.
The narrator and his friends escape to the lifeboat and learn of many secret activities that are clarified towards the end of the novel. The later half of it deals with the narator's emotional geography and its formation.
The novel tiptoes on the edge of fiction and sparse style of non-fiction. The parts of the novel in letters in the voice of other characters have the fiction tone to them but rest of it is in a 'as is' style which made it hard for putting coals to my imagination machine.
Rope incense burning is new to me.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Like a mirror

To reset the modem and
router
I was in a dog pose
On the left wall
I could correct the
shadow

Monday, January 9, 2012

Funny essays

I totally meant to do that in I was told there'd be cakes style.
I find neat jumps from topics in an essay like say from her playing a undercover fashion products cop to her thespian skills or lack of it.

More Jane books

Beter than the NPR review of it

New

Lakshminarayanan Mahadevan and Natural philosophy. His how flags furl theory

7R genes and novelty

NPR interview

The author uses examples from recent past winners of Mac Arthur Genius award.

Tot tales

To strain starch from hot rice
mom put my sister
in a corner of the room
so she would be done
by the time my sis
crawled to her.

At six months,
I histed myself out of
a cradle using the ropes
connecting it to the ceiling.
That was the last of
suspended living.
I learnt of Faux painting from a friend yesterday. She also introduced me to Warli painting.