Wednesday, February 13, 2013

What is this Post About? If I Knew, I Would Give it a Title

I sit before the computer and tell myself that I have to write several paragraphs here, it has been way too long that I have been cheating myself by posting photographs taken hastily and scratching a few lines below them, convincing myself that I am writing my mandatory five words per day. Yet, I cannot narrow down on one thing or several similar things to write about just now. The pile of things I must say rises every passing day, it has long gone over my head and I am drowned in the guilt of not writing about them and others. Perhaps the trick is to be the ostrich in the sand and ignore the words flying smack into my face and whistle away a happy tune as I look away upward at a clear January sky.

It goes on, it: time. I write bad poetry, obsess over Sylvia Plath, not that her poetry was bad at all, imagine writing, write some, talk to people, read and all those other things that people do in the course of a mundane day. Not that they, the people are mundane. Not all, at least. 

There should be happy tidings soon. Nothing spectacular just yet, but my little squeal at the potential there is in being alive. Everything is elsewhere, chaotic, complicated, complex, could-do-better-ish. But someone today said to me, albeit in a very different context, that I don't have to do this alone. That itself is a tremendous giant leap in the general scheme of things, having someone say that. Even if the poetry is bad, the pages are being filled. Overall, it, it: life, isn't as bad as it could be at this point and space in time.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

To use Twitterese, TIL that you don't have to be actually rammed in the guts by a truck to know what it feels like to be rammed in the guts by a truck.

Friday, February 08, 2013

To Live, To Die

One day I'll know enough to have opinions about art works. One day I'll even write about art. For now I'm reading art history and postmodernism and conceptual art and what not. Even as I'm thoroughly enjoying the fantastic stimulation, the inspirations, I am inching towards some early favourites.

Bruce Nauman is my second favourite artist now, for his use of words and language in his works. And this work, the iconic One Hundred Live and Die was a much loved image even before I knew about Nauman.

Thursday, February 07, 2013

A Six Yard Wonder

A few Tuesdays ago, I realized what they meant when they talked of the six-yard wonder, the saree. I can't stop smiling when I write this. If I were a believer, I would say Hallelujah in memory of the earth doing a mighty jig! :)

Sunday, February 03, 2013

The Good Life

Giggles and girl friends. Parties and conversations. Nostalgia and new memories. Spaghetti stories. Friends new and old. Love and happiness and grand smiles and secrets. What a fantastic weekend this has been, one from the good life.