Death of a poem

The poem always comes to you in moments of crisis. When after the lingering effects of last night's quarrel, you've settled down peacefully with the morning paper and tea, the poem always knocks on the door, uninvited, like a petulant, impatient child demanding to be let in. If you choose not to indulge it, it [...]

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Wind

No more of witch-hunting in gramophone voices. No more of staged distractions and dilapidated laughter. Erasing with a wind compass the vinyl topography of lovers. Corpses rolling like dolls, in the wind, toothless, in the miniature explosion of dust. Bruises on the walls of laughter, horses in the wind, your hair flows like milk and [...]

Musings on laughter

Anatomy of laughter What is laughter if not borrowed speech dwelling on stolen time which has the lightness of derision and the wildness of a delirium? What is laughter if not a symptom of endless drowning without explanation, endless convulsion without thought, and endless dying without pretension?   Absence Move across laughter silently, like false [...]

Biography of a photon

There’s nothing but walls, old grey walls, cracked walls, a wall of walls; several layers of cloistered space with damp smell of rain, curving inwards with a hunger of flat piano dust, and a single photon that burgles in like the monsoon cat, drenched and fading. The wall grows faces in the wind, face of [...]