Sunday, December 02, 2018

telink fence


I frequently dream of days like today, when I know, its going to be dull, rainy and gray. Im out on the street, sometimes with an umbrella, sometimes not, but its all sharp, the raindrops, the metal spokes of the broken umbrella, it usually is. its all cold, and wet, optimism fails me in a deluge more than usual, the bus comes by to pick us up, im often at the wrong place, in the wrong time, its too crowded to let me in, its too cold to call out. if im lucky it splashes water on me, if not, it doesn't. im usually not lucky in the hand me down of generations of bad luck. I dream of the window by the wall, with a hot cup of tea and a steamy romance, I frequently dream of a different reality, when I should have got in that bus, reached where it was going, struggled and fought and held on for progress, when I am just standing around bereft waiting for everything, everyone, all the time.

Sunday, November 25, 2018

the vision paradox


and when life the glorious
was running all around
stained into blood and vision
hot and endless and frightening
I have no idea
what I was, what I saw
how close I am to realizing
what here can be attained
what now can be
these vague hopes
are loud and jarring
and I am never ready
for life itself
until its time to go

Saturday, November 10, 2018

on war and peace


abridged, @LeoTolstoy
1225 pages, what were you thinking?
its American influences
the semistructures of guilt
the cookie cutter houses
the megamalls, the grocery chains
that dreamed up a certain blase
dignity of labor
commons of existence
and yet, somehow
with their autistic reps
produced so many artists
craving uniqueness, authenticity

Thursday, October 18, 2018

the quest for sparkly stone


Incorrugu is quite a battered planet. Its been raining rocks here since the dawn of time, it rains all the time, a dismal clatter crash bang thud ow OW (the ow OW being the rarest since no one in their right mind ever set foot on it, but Suidrones had been known to land there by mistake and die). It was however, among its harshness and instant death reputation, one of the richest sources of Sparkly Stone. Every now and then, some meteor, repelled by all the radiation pressures from other more populated stars, would head for Incorrugu and shower Sparkly Stone all over the planet. Many many aeons of fortune hunters had run to Incorrugu hoping to survive with steel umbrellas, and golf carts, some, five to be precise, all of whom became legends and died of pneumonia after a swim (eerie), had actually braved the rock showers and taken back enough Sparkly Stone to build themselves pools all over their webs.

All five had taken their secret hows with them to their ghosts, and their ghosts to their apparitions, and their apparitions to their marble statues. Needless to say, reverent descendants had kept the lore alive with songs, paeans, stories, chats, gossip, web pages on Cromanga and had smashed all five busts into dust and found not a thing. The mystery and glamor around Incorrugu increased, reaching epic proportions when somebody spread a rumor that Incorrugu was haunted by the Five.

Acres and acres of filmy web notations released by the King, declaring them all rumors, questioning the logic of marble bust dusters returning to ghost format, and how there were no eye witnesses declared and it was all grand Sparkly hooey made not a difference. Acres and acres of populace wearing steel hats, imitation steel hats, glasses, brown purses, bald heads, mohawks, muzzles, nose rings, hair rings, bushy tails, horns and every other adornment for their heads that would be crushed to bits in Incorrugu stood around the planet forming a dense, hot, smelly and incessantly chatty atmospheric covering on the poor planet.

Sincadinna tried everything, rumors, interpretive mimes, naked Pluegens dancing the Hupp Hupp song of praise, the populace didnt budge, just squatted there emitting bodily fluids and chattering to each other in excitement about spotting a Sparkly Stone glinting in the massive amounts of stone and dust.

And so Incorrugu remained a tourist spot of nauseating proportions, you didn't go there unless watching large quantities of sparkly rock rain with rude crazies jammed to your every side excited you, which turned on a surprisingly large number of universies.

And every now and then, you'd hear of a Genius who went "Oooooo Shinyyyyyy" and swung into the planet to be crushed to death, the first time this happened, the crowd was so entertained that the nudging and the jabbing began. And the King of the Worlds had to send out a few thousand of his personal marinadas to keep order in the chaos

The poor harassed marinadas flew around with briefcases screaming orders and curses

And so it stayed for many millenia, until one fine day, with the purple sun filtering luxuriously through the orange web, Seaeliot returned.

Sincadinna and the teapot were having the morning communion when he looked up and his heart sank

Seaeliot, solemn beaked and attentive, was perched on the Orifice

Sincadinna hopped on his Tuba anxiously "What has Princess Ylang Ylang done now?"

Seaeliot said nothing, only looked sorrowful.

"She's not kidnapped again, is she? Shouldnt encourage her to make a habit of it, I will NOT return to Carnacava" the King of the Worlds said in a rush of courage

Seaeliot looked even more depressed

The teapot started boiling and whistling to cover the uncomfortable silence. They both glared at her, and she subsided in a small cloud of bubbles

Sincadinna was bouncing on the Tuba like a ping pong ball now "Tellmetellmetellmetellmetellme youdamnbird tellmetellmetellme ..."

Sealiot puffed out his white breast most provocatively and deflated "Yes, this time its the expedai. The old prince and his horse, they feel sure if they tried rescuing her, they would die, they just want to pay the ransom and be done with it. The expedai are known not to harm anyone, but we can't approach them without the soul sucking talktalk"

Sincadinna felt gray and very tired. He agreed, another conversation with either the Calamini or the expedai were likely to make him tilt over and become a ghost. "Ok what do you want from me"

Seaeliot snapped his beak a couple of times silently "Its the ransom, they want 10 billion Sparkly Stone"

The King stopped bouncing abruptly. 

"10 billlllllion??"

"They want 1 for each expedai or else they are going to make Princess Ylang Ylang their leader and keep her"

Sincadinna thought of the effervescent Princess Ylang Ylang who tied knots on the orange web in extremely uncomfortable places, got kidnapped frequently, and made the entire planet Bileshop shut down whenever they heard a rumor she was coming, leading the expedai into more active energetic endeavors as opposed to merely talking to death of active energetic endeavors. His heart went frozen with fear. He tapped it with his finger until it beat feebly again

"Ok I have about 1 billion Sparkly Stone in the royal treasury, dont like them so much, they really brighten the dungeons uncomfortably, strike the wrong note on the dingy suffering for wrongdoers, plus one genius or the other always wants to give his life banging against the prison bars to get to the Sparkly"

Seaeliot cocked his head "The Calamini should have a few billion, could we persuade them to give some wealth for this noble cause?"

The teapot giggled and choked. The King of the Worlds, in this time of dire peril, set aside his worries, and managed to roll on the web chortling uncontrollably

"Fat chance, they would let the expedai take over the universe and plant deathwishes all over the planets and still sit firm on the Sparkly Stones till their behinds started leaking"

Seaeliot cocked his head the other way "There is another way"

Sincadinna unfurled his lashes to the fullest "Who on earth has 9 billion Sparklies to give for a noble cause?"

"We could fetch them from Incorrugu ..."

"What the hell do you mean "WE"? My subjects need me, I can't afford to die right now, im too young, too handsome, too valuable and powerful and amazing and brilliant and ..."

Seaeliot interrupted hastily, he knew this subject could last years "I was suggesting we have Humtrifin devise some kind of mechanism to get us through safely"

Sincadinna hopped doubtfully "All Humtrifins experiments this year seem to center around food, which is brilliant in itself no doubt, but can he branch out now?"

"We can ask ..."

Sincadinna pulled out his Cosmote, and pressed the Humtrifin button.

"Can you build us something to get 9 billion Sparkly Stones from Incorrugu?"

"No"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes"

"What if you tried"

"I would fail"

"I can help"

"I don't think so"

"Nonono I really can, my science is a little rusty, but I have an instinctive mastery of the elements, my mother always said..."

"Please God No!" Humtrifin was starting to panic

Sincadinna was hopping eagerly now "Yesicanyesyesyesyesyes I promise I won't drown the lab or burn Flitty, or Bogmarch, or anyone, Ipromiseipromise"

"Allright all right fine, I will try to devise something, if you
swear on your trampoline to stay out of the way"

Humtrifin felt fairly certain the King would forget all about this mad whim after his next nap.

Sincadinna hopped doubtfully "I dont know if I can do THAT"

"If you dont I will not even try" anxiety had not yet left Humtrifin's sexy voice

"Are you sure, we make such a brilliant team!"

"I know that, my dear King, but regretfully, we must conserve your energies, you need to also carry the 9 billion Sparkly Stone back, right? And fulfil the duties of ruling the universies with style and speed?"

Slanderling was hovering anxiously outside, he was usually outside Humtrifins cave the past week, the expedai were getting restless, and had informed Sincadinna, that the fair princess had many ideas on livening things up in Corporate Headquarters, the seat of He Who Cannot Be Pronounced's evil empire

Wednesday, August 29, 2018

a kind of metal


for irregular circles
the voices we will use
to sing to the saplings
the hands we will give
to the cold and hopeless
the force of the waves
in our cradle of life
the new dreams we leave
before we turn to stone
to sort of believe
we are, and thats that


Thursday, August 23, 2018

the curlathon


and today, its finally year 39. the dream age I was waiting for since I was a little girl. I had fully planned to be a housewife by this time, presiding over a calm sprawling bungalow with lots of potted ferns and a library and tea with pineapple jam at 3pm. Or at least sidechick 8 in the love life of a millionaire's cousin. Lots of bling and occasional danger but yknow, if I were to go on the occasional yoga retreat, no one would get all het up and fill my phone with rude come hither messages like "where the @#&@#*^&$Q# are you?"

instead I am rat 213832173 in the warren of life, trying with all my bright loving charm to become rat 213832172. rat 213832172 has benefits and a better internet connection, ill just bet. of course, I am mommy 2348726597234 generation 19238123. Now this has various unforseen benefits, like being a complete child with my son, and growing up all over again, which is entirely brilliant. the video games are waaay better!! But I am already forming similar dreams of age 68, which judging from my current level of social maturity and benign fatness, is a setup for looming disappointment.
but children dream.

and what of ambition, a better tomorrow suffused with connections, money, power and a better Starfang? im with the deckchair philosophers on this one. meh. we live in the age where everyone who wants to, can have a Starfang. They know others have had one, still others will have one, they all take roughly the same time to acquire one, and its still discovery, its still fun! a sort of collective isolation that is still shared and understood and repeatable and FUN!

and what about leaving my imprint on this world, for a better tomorrow, for posterity? well I believe I have made a sizeable contribution to posterity already, and I did that with years of patient unwavering faith in the power of being seated comfortably.

my major achievement for this age is being able to drive. I had fully planned to live life on the backseat, the side chair, or a bicycle, but I successfully locomote! and I have discovered that the mark of this nation waits in line on the highway to get on the express lanes. after a lot of staring at the demographic, there is not much to say. they are of all ages and genders and countries. but they all have in common, a clear eyed gaze towards the car in front of them as being the direct, unmistakeable route to salvation.

I still havent learnt to swim. Like the adult mammals, amphibious, omnivorous, amorous and fully adapted to all environments. But I am adapted in a Gen Z+ kind of way. I can instinctively find printers, order excuses by priority and plausibility, and reset passwords from the shower if I have to.
overall I think I am headed in the right direction, same as everyone else.


Wednesday, May 23, 2018

a grainy spring


filled with texture
and water wings
a theater for trishanku
new and impossible faiths
yawning memories of furniture
and he adjusted his dockers
and explained to me
waving bejewelled fingers
right of course
this creeping cold


Tuesday, April 17, 2018

sum practical


through tunnel, through box
light filtrated cages
chains and strings
a trillion viewpoints
instant and inarguable
all held forth and together
for meanings already beyond
my puny lifescale
as are proofs, revisits
and replays
I become
unimaginably small
in the best of times

Thursday, March 08, 2018

translucent and flowered


curled along the edges
lifted on leather wings
slid under, quiet so quiet
strafed around arches and vanes
her eyes sifting slowly
with many rushing thunders
round and inchoate
between deja vu
the force majeure
sunrise on weather winds
tilted with raindrops
through sugar and leaves
to draw horizons with chalk

Monday, January 01, 2018

happy new year


watching the love story
of ana ros and her sommelier
over dinner on new years eve
curd rice from aurora temple
gongura pickle from vishnu foods
chundo pickle, masala banana chips
from rajeshree grocers
with mildly fermented
fruit punch and pomegranate juice
from walmart, burlingtons
and I dont know
if all these people
loved me
from the taste of it
I believe so