Without Artifice Jean Arasanayagam was schooled in Kandy and graduated from the University of Peradeniya. Her name is synonymous with English literature in Sri Lanka, and her work, which has been published internationally by Penguin India and locally by Godage Publishers, has been translated into Danish, Swedish, French and German. Jean has published over 40 books in her prolific career, and, says “I ...

This year my New Year’s resolution was to be thankful. I think I have done okay. I have made it a point to say thank you. I, quite habitually, take people for granted. I am still working on this. I owe a lot to my family for continuing to support me, despite the unpopular decisions I have made in the ...

Eyes set to the stars, gazing Lightning rolling across the periphery Of his mind, in her life Queries, quarries, quandaries, Under the signs of their stars Envisioned, interwining of paths Never to return their identities Ceasing to be who they were Entranced by the idea of change. Pouring their tears, swirled in glass, like wine Resonating along the contours of ...

rainbow palette cleanser  We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming. Please stand by. Escalator temporarily stairs Sorry for the inconvenience Rainbow palette cleanser Blue screen resurrection Allow me to introduce you to my past life Hi, my name is irrelevant. This is where imagination goes to die. This is where imagination goes to die. Tie your hair loose. Dye your split ends.  We now return you to your regularly scheduled ...

Ten thousand hours and I am still no better for the effort You are no longer the scale to which I measure the passing time To passers-by this is just another rhyme, “Excuse me, do you have the time?” I don’t have a filler line, I’ve covered your absence with the dust of dusks, forgotten the patterns my fingers would ...

Meta-poetics of MOOCs The past 10 weeks have been interesting because I signed up for an online course offered by the Kelly Writer’s House at University of Pennsylvania. Modern and Contemporary American Poetry is a Massive Open Online Course facilitated by the Coursera platform that boasts a participation of some 30,000 plus students from around the world. The Kelly Writer’s House is well ...

Meta-poetics of MOOCs The past 10 weeks have been interesting because I signed up for an online course offered by the Kelly Writer’s House at University of Pennsylvania. Modern and Contemporary American Poetry is a Massive Open Online Course facilitated by the Coursera platform that boasts a participation of some 30,000 plus students from around the world. The Kelly Writer’s House is well ...

Finally got around to making playlists on 8tracks. I used to listen to music almost solely album by album, but over the past two years I’ve gotten out of that habit. Also, I seem to have branched out in terms of genre. Which is good! The mix below has spoken word set to music, with the voices of Charlie Chaplin, ...

Finally got around to making playlists on 8tracks. I used to listen to music almost solely album by album, but over the past two years I’ve gotten out of that habit. Also, I seem to have branched out in terms of genre. Which is good! The mix below has spoken word set to music, with the voices of Charlie Chaplin, ...

As real as thinking wonders created by the possibility – forms. A period at the end of a sentence which began it was into a present, a presence saying something as it goes. No form less than activity. All words - days – or eyes - or happening is an event only for the observer? No one there. Everyone here. ...

As real as thinking wonders created by the possibility – forms. A period at the end of a sentence which began it was into a present, a presence saying something as it goes. No form less than activity. All words - days – or eyes - or happening is an event only for the observer? No one there. Everyone here. ...

translated from a popular Chinese drama by Lin Yutang A young nun am I, sixteen years of age; My head was shaven in my young maidenhood. For my father, he loves the Buddhist sutras, And my mother, she loves the Buddhist priests. Morning and night, morning and night, I burn incense and I pray, for I Was born a sickly ...

translated from a popular Chinese drama by Lin Yutang A young nun am I, sixteen years of age; My head was shaven in my young maidenhood. For my father, he loves the Buddhist sutras, And my mother, she loves the Buddhist priests. Morning and night, morning and night, I burn incense and I pray, for I Was born a sickly ...

© 2013 Jacob Burckhardt. Distributed by PennSound. A film by Jacob Burckhardt, 1974, 9 min., color. in collaboration with Laleen Jayamanne (film critic, theoretician) A figure pops out of a hole in the sidewalk. She dances, throws flowers, jumps up and down in a puddle, chugs a 32 oz beer and performs a yaknetuma (/exorcism) on a rooftop.

© 2013 Jacob Burckhardt. Distributed by PennSound. A film by Jacob Burckhardt, 1974, 9 min., color. in collaboration with Laleen Jayamanne (film critic, theoretician) A figure pops out of a hole in the sidewalk. She dances, throws flowers, jumps up and down in a puddle, chugs a 32 oz beer and performs a yaknetuma (/exorcism) on a rooftop.

A sign of consciousness on the wall, mercurial dreams, shifting frames; a room with no doors, just open spaces, held across by its threshold, palms on each side, two horns rising from the seat of mind, two legs held to gather as one al -chemical disposition reverence for sym -bols deliverance a gesture held be -tween two fingers an oppo ...

A sign of consciousness on the wall, mercurial dreams, shifting frames; a room with no doors, just open spaces, held across by its threshold, palms on each side, two horns rising from the seat of mind, two legs held to gather as one al -chemical disposition reverence for sym -bols deliverance a gesture held be -tween two fingers an oppo ...

We never quite could tell strength from stupidity pride in perseverance the point where stubbornness purchased a harvest of futility If the body has forgotten how to sleep what chance has thought to teach its subtleties like tenderness or faith All that could matter is the reciprocating want of flesh wordless and beyond translation to idea or category nothing numerical ...

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