Silos attempts haiku-s

I dont know how to define what I have composed. Is it a haiku? Is it a moku? Is it pseudo haiku? Is it a new form of fiction? Beneath are two of my early attempts. What I admire about haiku is what I found interesting about Hughes. Intense emotion condensed into minute lines...

Admirable. (my attempts may not be...)

The cockroach squeals.
Other species are terrified.
It sticks to my slippers.

The CD player stops.
The UPS turns on.
The banes of living in a city.

My entry to Flair

Consider...

Isn't it wonderful that someone is capable of condensing all our emotions in a few lines...

Suicide's Note

The calm,
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.

His poetry is not only simple and easy to read but just touches so many chords and pangs; he talks about inequality, pain, racism but in the end it all boils down to being one(being American is what he stresses).

Another poem I loved was Theme for English B. A part of it goes like this..

Being me, it will not be white.
But it will be
a part of you, instructor.
You are white--
yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
That's American.
Sometimes perhaps you don't want to be a part of me.
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
But we are, that's true!
As I learn from you,
I guess you learn from me--
although you're older--and white--
and somewhat more free.

This is my page for English B.

Somewhat more free..we all are trapped in that paradigm, aren't we?
Hughes also wrote a series of Madam poems. Madam and her madam, Madam and her phone bill, etc. They are about the African-American woman living in the city on her own terms, but facing the inequality.

Hughes : tempting and impassable. A must read.

American Poet - One

Our Post Graduate course has poems by Densie Levertov. Woman poet, writing against the Vietnam war, writing erotic poetry...One cannot dislike her.
The one i liked was one called the "The Ache of Marriage"


The ache of marriage:
thigh and tongue, beloved,
are heavy with it,
it throbs in the teeth

We look for communion
and are turned away, beloved,
each and each

It is leviathan and we
in its belly
looking for joy, some joy
not to be known outside it

two by two in the ark of
the ache of it.


The best way to admire such a poet, i believe, is not to study or analyze him/her but to enjoy. What i loved about this poem was the rich passion and how the climax and the anti-climax are the same. The realization and futility of that love or sex are recognized in this ache. (~have begun theorizing..~)

...one becomes,
sometimes, a pair of eyes walking.
Walking wherever looking takes one...
(From Looking, Walking, Being)

To be continued...
Next American poet : Langston Hughes

So, I'll die one day?

You'll die of a Heart Attack.

You will die of a heart attack really late in life, after you've lived to your fullest.

'How will you die?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Nooooo...I'm Hulk!

Took the superhero quiz.

I'm a wanderer with amazing strength. Was close to Green Lantern and he can sorta fly. I want that one!

Take the quiz

http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/

Time hath cheated and beguiled thee...

Listening to : Pottercast

Watching : The Triangle

Mood : loquacious, up for a discussion.

I have not read many science-fiction books or even fantasy ones for that matter, but the subject of time travel is always been exciting and enthralling to me. I have always wondered the 'what if..' and the time travel provides not just the vision into the alternate reality, but also a subjective/objective vision. While watching 'The Triangle' today, a theory was propounded in the script that made me deliberate upon this.

A time warp.

I'm not a Trekkie or a sci-fi fan as I said, but in my limited arena the only instances of time travel that I admired and can lay my hands on are

The Time Turner (in Prisoner of Azkaban),

The Dolorean (in Back to the Future)

and now in The Triangle, its electromagnetic radiation or substance of some sort. I could also mention that lame Keanu Reeves movie he and his bud travel here and there to complete their homeowork. And one episode of the old Dr. Who, which was a bit disappointing.

Whatever the means used, the imperative thing to remember in time travel is to always complete the circle, to always come back from where you belong because "bad things happen to those wizards who meddle with time".

We see in Back to the Future how Michael J. Fox has to go all the way back to 1885 to get his life back in order to get his future in line. In Prisoner of Azkaban, Harry and Hermione both have to do the same thing, parallel and help themselves, to get their objective.

Would future be very different if there was a Dolorean everyplace? (Ofcourse, I so would not give my exams!)

But a situation of confrontation between the past, present and future (like in Jurassic Park) is always threatening to destabilise any order.

I'm still conflicted though my time runs out...

Cricket : Sight for sore eyes..?

Listening to : Nothing special now

Reading : Started King Lear

Watching : The Triangle

Mood : Wasting away

Just had a glimpse of the Bangladesh-New Zealand Match. Bangladesh have really improved their performance since say, the last world cup. They are really IN-IT. They have a young team, an improved bowling attack and a strong field side. Obviously they'll lose to NZ, but they are playing great.
And speaking of New Zealand, guess who looks great as ever and bowls brilliantly as usual..

Daniel Vettori..

and the glasses are to die for!

Why I Kant Konsider Kofee with Karan

(Double post in a day!)

Its very amusing to me that the things that are making my blog are those that i seem to detest a lot. A big example is Mr. Karan Can-I-be-to-obvious Johar with his fancy fraternity and celebrity guests. This time it was Dr. Vijay Mallaya (Just a quick observation; I might have missed a few chapters in the Mallaya Estate Handbook, but has he studied?) with whom I have absolutely no problems. The other delightful lady was Shobha De, who is just another big matter, isn't she? But we aren't here to discuss them.

The first season was his best work even including his movies. It was like

"Here I am. I have many friends in the fraternity. I will invite them, chat with them, make fun of Aamir Khan, Malika Sherawat, Ram Gopal Verma and others who don't belong in this clique. So bring in Kajol, Shahrukh and Rani and let me ask them personal questions.."

I loved the first season. It was pointless.

In the second season, Mr. Johar is trying to be a diligent citizen, bringing in siblings, odd jobs, politicians and social critics and asking them very suspicious questions (that SO point to him) like,

"What movies did you recently watch and like?" (HINT, HINT, WINK, WINK...SAY KANK).... or

"What do you think of homosexuality?" (What if I make a movie in which a director in NY is gay and falls in love?)

I'm like c'mon. Can you be more direct?

He's just trying to make others look uncomfortable now!

Him and there's another one with the K obsession!

Not the Best time to start blogging...

Listening to : VIP (Jamie Foxx)

Reading : Finished the mammoth Provincial Epic,Middlemarch

Watched : Pre-Match discussion with Ian Chappel

When Exams are about ten or so days away, it is not the best time to say what you feel, especially about events and happenings that have nothing to do with examination. However, it is precisely in such a time when one is burdened by overwhelming authors [who always intended their works as popular culture and to their surprise, or not, have been favourably canonised ] that one turns to leisurely outlets. And one of them is to bash up the English academics who are pretending to be simple outside observers critiquing on society.

So when I enlisted into Post Graduate English with the hope that maybe I would find a mentor or a friend who would join me in ridiculing this scholarly endeavour, I was dreadfully mistaken.

Treat me as a lost cause.

An Outsider.

Welcome to the Academic Hell.

Admission will be granted to those who can recite Shakespeare's love sonnets.

Or probably something harder.