for milann

who took these pictures that made me stop panicking and start packing my bags :)

Scheherazade - Richard Siken

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
and dress them in warm clothes again.
How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
until they forget that they are horses.
It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,
how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
to slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means we’re inconsolable.
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we’ll never get used to it.

divya says

"When did we first start to feel it, this great longing for another place?
Or to make this place another?"

i'm blogging about this because it's too long for twitter

the day will come
when we will meet friends for drinks
and discover at the end of the night
we have all been speaking in status updates only
each consisting precisely of 140 characters
i feel i must stop using twitter
before that day comes
so that i can write blog posts about it
using phrases like “internet lemmings”
and feel like a superior person.
it will probably be the only time in my life
i will feel superior
so leaving twitter is important
for my esteem issues
yet i do not think i'll leave it
and foresee myself sitting at a therapist’s
crying in my coffee about feeling inferior
like an internet lemming or something.

would that be irony?
i think that would be irony.

i must admit you kind of bore me

finding poems

when milann and i started talking about found poetry seriously, she got me to make a primer on the concept. so i sat down and made a goddamn ppt :) and found some lovelyhilarious found poems on the net...

the unknown
- donald rumsfeld in a press briefing, 12 feb 2002

As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know.

talk
- from http://finallyseeing.tumblr.com/post/140799737



no force
- from 'an elementary treatise on mechanics' by william whewell

Hence no force, however great,
can stretch a cord, however fine,
into a horizontal line
which is accurately straight.

also loving the concept behind broadsided that sweetly provides poetry pamphlets (or broadsides) for people to stick up in public places. would be so much cooler if their poetry would actually interact with their environment. like that google guy did very simply by putting speech bubbles on ads and posters, or how katie sokoler records people's accidental interactions with her street art. loving these street-art-poet-ninjas.

two sad incidents from my life that will make you cry

i've been locked out of my flickr account
i am some higher form of idiot
who has forgotten her password and username too
i tried very hard to log in somehow
using many different combinations of words
and numbers
and now flickr thinks i am trying to hack into my own account.
i feel insulted by this automated error message
that is insinuating i am hacking into another's account

two days ago i saw a girl who looked just like me
she was wearing pants and chappals that i have been
looking for in my size but unsuccessfully.
by being a slightly different size and shape
it seems she is in fact a better version of me
what a simple solution for world domination
this is why, i console myself, i have put on weight
now those pants will fit me
and i will be a better version of my better version
but what will i do about the chappals?

i toured the light, so many foreign roads

So apropos
Saw death on a sunny snow
For every life
Forgo the parable
Seek the light
My knees are cold

Running home, running home
Running home, running home

Go find another lover
To bring a… to string along
With all your lies
You’re still very lovable
I toured the light
So many foreign roads

For Emma
Forever ago

- for emma, bon iver

corny but truish

“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that’s holding you back, the person who brings you to your attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then they leave. And thank God for it.”

- eat, pray, love, elizabeth gilbert

reporting from the front

today i thought i saw you at candie's
i started feeling really hot
and about 8 inches tall
and fat
i think i imagined myself a beetle
about to be squashed
it wasn't you
obviously
but he looked just like you
that rambo way of standing
pointy collar bones
fingers at that angle
finger nails
feet
olive green tshirt
pants
shoulder blades
his girlfriend gave me evil looks
around this point in the list
he didn't notice me
that too was like you
one hour passed
before my heart started up again

delhi 3-6 july

delhi is all yellow and green and blue









with some grey

(this is vikram's building)



full of awesome, interesting people


sendy, the slowest rickshaw driver in the world.


non-stop book-reading expat uncle


pretty but chain smoking boys and girls


bihari madhubani painters who didn't believe vikram was from bihar


parking lot attendant who knew how to break into the car and get our keys out. (but please don't steal the new music system. again.)


technicolors!


mrs. kaur


sitter-around

and vikram has many faces here

goofy


suspicious


angry


lazy


concentrating


sad (no free table)


amused


bored-but-hiding-it

but my favorite thing of all are the spellings!

menu at gulati on pandara road... chaach, not chaas; zeera, not jeera! that's when i really felt like i was in north india :)

nooootro!

flying cursor's latest acquisition

sleeps like a baby


pees ALL the time



loves biting chins

ok, i will

pull... your socks up


push... your luck

cafe coffee day humor

edit - regina spektor

i'm not sure what this song means and what the beatles references are doing in there, but it sort of kind of maybe somewhat makes "edit" sound like a nice word again. i think. so i'm happy :)

You don't have no doctor Robert
You don't have no uncle Albert
You don't even have good credit
You can write but you can't edit

http://www.last.fm/music/Regina+Spektor/_/Edit

re-thinking life plans at 2.30 am

why why why am i doing this

going through 5 years of editing manuscripts

to go through 1 year of shit at uni doing hyper expensive course basically involving several complete strangers telling me how shit my writing is

to go through some months of shit at unpaid internship where getting to edit shit manuscripts would be like dream come true

to go through undisclosed amount of time of shit looking for job editing shit manuscripts

to do... god knows what post that, but most likely editing more shit manuscripts

why doesn’t my previously awesome life plan sound smart brave sparkling anymore

seems more like shit story written by shit writer with predilection for depressive existentialist indie shit

ah europe, i'm waiting for you