October 2014

Forever Young

By |2014-10-14T21:00:03-05:00October 14th, 2014|Poetry|

When the winds of changes shift May your heart always be joyful And may your song always be sung May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young.

July 2014

May 2014


By |2014-05-27T00:51:39-05:00May 27th, 2014|Poetry|

On a cold winter night in 78 he drank two liters of Russian tea, went to Red Square before light and wrote on snow: "Brezhnev is an idiot!"

January 2014

November 2013

Lingavishappu by Vishnu Prasad

By |2013-11-11T01:06:56-05:00November 11th, 2013|Malayalam, Poetry|

In a recent interview with Madhyamam newspaper, the author talks about the 'hunter's viewpoint' when it comes to sexual assaults. Vishnu Prasad feels better understanding the hunter's social conditions is important enough and is seldom thought of. He feels male sexuality is suppressed in Kerala's social conditioning. He goes to the extent of claiming men are more sexually frustrated than women. He details the 'hunter's viewpoint' in detail in some of his poems, like the recently controversial "Linga vishappu" in which he says, the man's under wear that gets torn from excessive masturbation does not lie about his social condition, about the suppressed hunger of the penis.

October 2013


By |2013-10-19T01:46:59-05:00October 14th, 2013|Poetry, Trivia|

Pink eraser: I never fall apart because I never fall together. Also - "Everybody should like everybody," and "The idea of waiting for something makes it more exciting,"

August 2013

March 2013

December 2012

Our time is a between time

By |2012-12-14T18:53:07-05:00December 14th, 2012|Poetry|

  Michael Palmer writes "Our time is a between time; best to stay out of it.", yes totally.   Yes, I was born on the street known as Glass-as Paper, [...]

April 2012

Poetry of Mad Men – Kierkegaard & Pierre Reverdy

By |2023-01-24T21:05:02-05:00April 22nd, 2012|Poetry|

Boredom is taken to be the worst evil. Immersing themselves in pleasure, whether sensual or intellectual, aesthetic people live overwhelmingly for the moment, in search of yet another self-gratifying experience. Pierre Reverdy and the poetry of Mad Men. Musings on desolation and the moment.

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