You’ve been a coward in the fight
No Enemies You have no enemies, you say? Alas! my friend, the boast is poor; He who has mingled in the fray Of duty, that the brave endure, Must have [...]
No Enemies You have no enemies, you say? Alas! my friend, the boast is poor; He who has mingled in the fray Of duty, that the brave endure, Must have [...]
style is the answer to everything_ a fresh way to approach a dull or a dangerous thing. to do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous [...]
What is desire but the wish for some relief from the self, the prisoner let out into a small square of sunlight with a single red flower and a bird crossing the sky, to lean back against the bricks with the legs outstretched, to feel the sun warming the brow, before returning to one's mortal cage, steel doors slamming in the cell block, steel bolts sliding shut?
I'd be a dog, a monkey, or a bear, Or anything but that vain animal, Who is so proud of being rational. His senses are too gross; and he'll contriveA sixth, to contradict the other five; And before certain instinct will prefer
Angels don't come to the reservation. Bats, maybe, or owls, boxy mottled things. Coyotes, too. They all mean the same thing- death. And death eats angels, I guess, because [...]
THE COUPLE They turn the light off, and its white globe glows an instant and then dissolves, like a tablet in a glass of darkness. Then a rising. The hotel [...]
"Once upon a time, the princess rose from the ashes her dragon lovers made of her & crowned herself the mother-fucking queen of herself. - how's that for a happily ever after?"
Tomas Transtromer writes lines like "We got ready and showed our home. The visitor thought: you live well. The slum must be inside you."
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.
A baby in the womb has no idea its Mother loves cool September breezes floating through the twilight window
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.
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, [...]