Opium Den
I am experimenting with new ways of sharing my poetry. In this one, I have integrated one of my photographs and presented the whole thing as an image.
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Act of Hospitality
“It is not luxury if minimum two therapists don't massage me.” Let us put aside the questionable clinical and functional gains of multiple therapists. I simply want to focus on one thing - attention. In the most bodily, corporeal function of relaxation, one desires overabundance, excess. Four hands
A Veena Called Northstar
A melody, a harmony, a rhythm, and a poem. A Veena called Northstar. A sequence of chapters forms a book, a sequence of classes forms a school day, a sequence of units makes a curriculum, and a sequence of musical notes makes a melody. And when there are underlying notes
Lynchian Phantasmagoria
A Phantasmagoria of colours, and sounds, and smells. A reverie called Northstar. "Where we come from, the birds sing a pretty song and there's always music in the air..." The dance of the little man from Twin Peaks is a mad, surreal phantasmagoric scene from David
Pilgrims without Shrine
The exiles and the renegades The merchants and the usurpers The givers and the takers The noblemen and the plebeians The brown and the black The stone and the gossamer The Jaisalmer yellow and the Iznik blue The Damascus dagger and the ultramarine dust These pilgrims without shrine. ~mk