Upside down
A boy playing piper
balances a dolphin
turned up
on both ends
The symmetry
of dolphins
Net Galley Challenge
Friday, March 11, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Decorative Lined Storage Wooden Crates
.. the crate hasnt just been packed tight for the sake of packing. - Adam Gopnik, Intoduction to Reporting at Wits end.
Tailored addictions
Our grandmothers had a little paraphernalia for their daily stimulation. A small fabric pouch that houses betel leaves, Areca nut,tiny steel containers with lids for slaked lime, Kaasu . The people in Trobriand Islands in Stuff add slake lime to betel nuts, to reduce the bitterness of the nuts.
Our grandfathers had a different setup, reminiscent of primitive cave man, they generated a sparkle to light their rolled cigarettes with friction.
Our grandfathers had a different setup, reminiscent of primitive cave man, they generated a sparkle to light their rolled cigarettes with friction.
Point of departure
After reading about the crows going for the snake livers in Wild comfort, I made a statement about intellect's role in driving addiction and hours later I questioned myself if I would be a non-vegetarian if I did the killing myself.
Ghost net.
I like the concept of 'Happy Basket'. I already know a basket perfect for it.
Bat ray
Totopos
Blue in wings
Nudibranch
Flounder has 3 kind of
skin cells to help in its camouflage.
Tree frogs
Ghost net.
I like the concept of 'Happy Basket'. I already know a basket perfect for it.
Bat ray
Totopos
Blue in wings
Nudibranch
Flounder has 3 kind of
skin cells to help in its camouflage.
Tree frogs
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Insect watching
Our abandoned balcony in the winter, has been an abode for industrious insects. My roomate showed me well crafted, beautiful web. In there, closer to the peripheries were tiny insects, spider babies? Hence my interest in the book
Insectopedia.
Morphologically disturbed insects
Conrad Gessner
Maria Sibylla Merian
Mary Anning
Insectopedia.
Morphologically disturbed insects
Conrad Gessner
Maria Sibylla Merian
Mary Anning
New poets
Why translation matters
It is because of Rabassa's translation that I read One hundred years of solitude but I wouldnt say that I remember his name. goes to say of the little credit that goes to the translators, according o the author who is also a translator.
As i kept reading 'The Notebook' by Jose Saramago, admiring is fluidity, i kept forgetting that its a translation well done.
Luis de Gongora
Juan Ramon Jimenez
Gustave Adolfo Becquer
Francisco de Quevedo
Jaime Manrique
Nicanor Parra
Jorge Manrique
Garcilaso de la vega
Fray luis de leon
Sor Juana ines de la cruz
It is because of Rabassa's translation that I read One hundred years of solitude but I wouldnt say that I remember his name. goes to say of the little credit that goes to the translators, according o the author who is also a translator.
As i kept reading 'The Notebook' by Jose Saramago, admiring is fluidity, i kept forgetting that its a translation well done.
Luis de Gongora
Juan Ramon Jimenez
Gustave Adolfo Becquer
Francisco de Quevedo
Jaime Manrique
Nicanor Parra
Jorge Manrique
Garcilaso de la vega
Fray luis de leon
Sor Juana ines de la cruz
Daffodils
My colleague asked me
to pick few daffodils
from her vase
I have never seen them
before
Read of them in
Wordsworth poem
The ones I have
are still buds
making the stalks
bigger
to pick few daffodils
from her vase
I have never seen them
before
Read of them in
Wordsworth poem
The ones I have
are still buds
making the stalks
bigger
Noiseless dream
In a childhood dream
there are snakes on
either side of the road
I am on my knees
a skateboard position
to zoom through
without touching them
What you notice most is the noise
At superstition mountains
I crossed a wanderer
lying on the path
and asked my friend
to quietly do the same
At BITS, I froze
when we were both
on the road
it crossing from a
mini garden
to a lawn
Always avoiding
each other
Vomeronasal
there are snakes on
either side of the road
I am on my knees
a skateboard position
to zoom through
without touching them
What you notice most is the noise
At superstition mountains
I crossed a wanderer
lying on the path
and asked my friend
to quietly do the same
At BITS, I froze
when we were both
on the road
it crossing from a
mini garden
to a lawn
Always avoiding
each other
Vomeronasal
Sunday, March 6, 2011
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Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Trailing in the clouds
A week at the airport
The school of life
Trailing in the clouds
From the ground
when a jet flies
in the clear sky
you see
its white trail
From a plane
when a plane flies
in the clouds
you see
its clean trail
Neon sign
A lightning
is a neon sign
that sometimes
borders the clouds
sometimes flashes
them up
Pull head over
Wave to a train
to a ship
but none to a plane
Celestial things
There are stars on earth too
Lights at the night from a plane
Its the distance that lends the beauty
to celestial things
The book had such a glossy cover that my laptop flickers had me dodging a crawlie reflected on the book.
The school of life
Trailing in the clouds
From the ground
when a jet flies
in the clear sky
you see
its white trail
From a plane
when a plane flies
in the clouds
you see
its clean trail
Neon sign
A lightning
is a neon sign
that sometimes
borders the clouds
sometimes flashes
them up
Pull head over
Wave to a train
to a ship
but none to a plane
Celestial things
There are stars on earth too
Lights at the night from a plane
Its the distance that lends the beauty
to celestial things
The book had such a glossy cover that my laptop flickers had me dodging a crawlie reflected on the book.
Meet the poet
Poetry in person
Muriel Rukeyser
During the course of his 1993 appearance, edward Hirsch repeats a line from Robert frost to the effect that if a book of poetry holds twenty-nine poems, the book itself becomes the thirtieth poem. - Alexander Neubaeuer.
I'm sure that rhythm is the poet himself. - Lowell.
Muriel Rukeyser
During the course of his 1993 appearance, edward Hirsch repeats a line from Robert frost to the effect that if a book of poetry holds twenty-nine poems, the book itself becomes the thirtieth poem. - Alexander Neubaeuer.
I'm sure that rhythm is the poet himself. - Lowell.
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