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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: From a High Roof
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Saturday, April 4, 2015. From a High Roof. On a high roof. There's nothing to look up to. And you can live. And you can die. And the rats won't bother. And the history of the universe won't matter. The ways and means are all the same. But the ladders are all broken. And the bulldogs are all dead. And the sparrows are all Philomela. On a high roof. We won't fight for land and bread. We will look at the stars and tell ourselves that the war is over. And that it's never over.
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: Do Nambari Confessional
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Thursday, March 12, 2015. You had tiny hands. And your ankles were beautiful. I don’t remember much. And we were saving the magic like we still do. And the universe was very big like it still is. And there were and there still are big people. Who sell love for security and intellect for cynicism. And the last time I saw you you were fighting them. And the last time I heard from you you were fighting them. Seeing and hearing have become beautiful ever since –. But that your hand...
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: How the Brahmins Got Screwed Over in Jajpur
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Tuesday, April 21, 2015. How the Brahmins Got Screwed Over in Jajpur. A li'l bit of anarchy:. Then came the 13th century. A period of anarchy, one demarcated as the 'Dark Ages' of Bengali Literature by all the Hindu Indian Nationalist Bengali post-partition scholars from West Bengal. Established scholars from East Pakistan like Mohd. Shahidulla had chosen to maintain stoic objectivity. The plaintiff is from Jajpur, Sol Shah’s family has read the Vedas. He asks, why this tax?
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: you are always beautiful
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Wednesday, March 25, 2015. You are always beautiful. You are always beautiful. And little birds wake up and sing to your fruits on blue mornings like these which are like the Blue Danube. I've never been to Danube. But i've seen blue lakes and wild mountain-springs. I have jumped in some of them, and i have stared at broken sunsets on big wild rivers. It doesn't matter whether it returned or not. And it doesn't matter where and how the wheel turned and where and how wheels turn.
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: Song For Nathaniel Halhed
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Friday, April 24, 2015. Song For Nathaniel Halhed. I sing for you. The sun is true and the moon is blue. Your ghost flies from Portugal. And sails straight to Bally Khal. Yours be the ship, admiral. Shagor awthoi, TalmaTal. Ratri awthoi, TalmaTal. Yours be the oar and yours be the hull. Your grammar book is the greatest thing. Since Icarus and his wing. Firang nam upkar arth. Mirth takes birth on worthy earth! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Datta Dayadhvam. Damyata.
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: ‘That Boy’ a short story by Sandipan Chattopadhyay (1933-2005)
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Sunday, April 26, 2015. 8216;That Boy’ a short story by Sandipan Chattopadhyay (1933-2005). Hey, do you have parents? What do you do? How much do you get every day? 20 paisa. 30 paisa. What do you yeat? How much did you make today? I haven’t begged today. Didn’t feel like. Nice shirt. Chains and all! Did you buy it? Did anyone give it? Where did you get it from? Saw your mom die? Where did she die? What was her name? Ever seen your dad? Mom told his name? What’s your age? Tihuv...
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: 'Achchhey Din'
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Friday, February 13, 2015. Ever heard of Ralf Fox? Heard of Caudwell and Cornford? Do you know of Federico Garcia Lorca? These martyrs had reddened Spain. The green olive forests are red. Mothers lost children, lose children,. Yet I say, good days approach. Come, let’s go touch their blood. And write, with that blood,. A song for the good days. Achchey din indeed. Such an irony! February 13, 2015 at 10:43 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Datta Dayadhvam. Damyata. A Gift ...
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: Bodh Hawey Tungabhadra-r Tiir-ey (Seems Like By the Shores of Tungabhadra)
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Sunday, February 1, 2015. Bodh Hawey Tungabhadra-r Tiir-ey (Seems Like By the Shores of Tungabhadra). By the river Tungabhadra the sun is going down. By the river Tungabhadra our anchors do not frown. By the river Tungabhadra our hearts are slightly sad. By the river Tungabhadra crimson grips us mad. By the river Tungabhadra there are clouds in her hair. By the river Tungabhadra my shadow’s a soothsayer. Grasses see their own shadows on pitchers made of bronze. The Evil Genius ...
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: Early Morning Photograph
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Wednesday, April 22, 2015. You're so beautiful that love seems to be the running force of life. You fighting for the world. It's like Turgenev's mom-sparrow fighting for her baby. Like light rising from darkness. Like blind soldiers seeing the source of light. Unlike mooby hairy bald pervs quoting Russian literature for you and thinking of you as Margarita. Unlike moobier hairier perver pervs selling faith for votes. Adonis goes hunting with Angulimala. By the time i came to kn...
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: Shabarpa
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Thursday, May 14, 2015. Shabarpa, Shabarpa enter the skies. Clouds cloud the north of east. Shabarpa feels the earths shake. Shabarpa sees his temple burn. Shabarpa sees his gods dead. Go for the kill,. For hunters must hunt. And Adonis must die for the red flowers to be. Heruk burns thunders across the oceans. White Tara blazes my eyes in cool, calm beauty. Her legs are white. Her skies are music of life and love. Green Tara dances crazy in the skies. Her legs are green. Ophel...
