Finding definition, he sniffed further, visually, for size. How does sniffing with the eyes work? What parts of the nervous system are differentially stimulated?Comparing definition with size, he sought proportion. Which calculations are employed in the parameterization of proportion?Detecting proportion, he made an attempt at imagination.
The strangeness of wanting what other people don't want at times they don't want itAnd the other way round. Who says ice cream is what you should want in the middle of a hot afternoon?How is it no one shows to the Tamil movie you've seen three times and are willing to sit through a fourth for no good reason, ...
Is it PTSD when you don't show up when you said you would?Is it because you don't want to become a target, which you likely were ten years ago? This is Batticaloa after all. So it's easier to not be at a certain place at a given time?Is it PTSD when you say we'll get together over New Years. New ...
Ripples no bigger than the tiniest impulseImpulses no bigger than the tiniest rippleDull lights blinking on wettish surfacesWettish surfaces synthetic and biological reflect the blink of dull lightsSources grounded in sudden concentration, contraction Sudden concentration grounding sourcesPalaces blocked out in stunning imagination The work of hope and empathy exerting a boatload of effort
The larger bundlePacked tightMagnificentPacked methodicallyCuratedGrown by tiny ripsAnd subsequent repairsCamouflaged in darknessIts size and hardnessIts focus Its barely ribald asymmetryIts smell of frying Anoint with white creamsTo soften the process of accretion
MOVEMENT 1. Motionless you serve each pulse in gratitude2. Hidden, you pluck-cut each orb and send it earthward SOUNDS3. Thuds of hard orbsCrashes of the heavy faux-lacy fronds that feed them 4. Religious music like so much ordnance penetrates the air with explosive cadence of its intent5. Are there languages of hate whose sound is sickening to the ear, to ...
There is no reason to hate. We all eat the same whether it's your three dates or my olive's worth;This one's handful or that one's mouthful;A blessing said before the meal or after;These are commonalities we share, not differences erected for us to despise. There is no reason to hate. Your haram and my kherem are close enough to the ...
The coconut cutter's feet are bound by a piece of rag. His legs are a unit for climbing. The motorbike's handlebar is bound with a piece of shiny orange cloth. It moves forward blessed. The betel leaf merchant's wooden circular carrier is bound with thin bits of material. Like a crisscrossed wheel it functions beautifully. If I were a real ...
Where swifts fly and dodge at unseen insects at the thinnest, narrowest part of the roadWhere beach and lagoon both erodeWhere swole of water swale of breezeBlow steadily more or less Of a morning's orange sunWhere sounds of the Murugan Kovil in Thiruchendur Village fade and blend With songs of the Mamangam Kovildeep in Batticaloa townWhere clouds may tower or ...
Banana leaves heave and sway in the afternoon breeze with a wisdom, gravity, knowinglyCoconut leaves lace and unlace their traces in the wind looking light though heavily endowed with lignin's mightMango leaves are sitting still in noontime torpor hanging, drooping like their fruit, green, oblongishAnd cashew leaves are stiller still in healing stillness having nurtured fruit, their nuts and arils ...
To distill those momentsNeither bright nor longWhere breaths of airUnstalled, bring life its supposed meaning Where sound and instinct meet a balanceAnd expression through movement stitches the being like an ornamentThere under a turning sky under a hot roof under a fanless ceilingWhere flies and mosquitos persist indoors under mats on the floorsAnd geckos chaseAnd birds outside start to callAnd ...
Beneath you on a woven swingI barely think about a thingYour character is asymmetric Curves quixotic, asymptotic I'd rather lie beneath your fruitQueerish balls so bauble blootThan at the poolside where crows hootWhere leering locals pose and shootLeaves so sprightly popping green Half thorns poised so hopping mean Wood apple tree what is the matterAre you different in Batticaloa than in Rajarata?
Out of the corner of my eyeWind pipes like spotted marbleIn still dark roads the gate of light and inside a cycle or two Deep in folds of invisibility Weighted moments pulled, crushed, rotatedFar in combustible sunrisesHints of fashions years passedHard on concrete surfacesSticky remainders of yesterday's fruitBounced across roadside bumpersTridents in dawn's summaryMusics pouring boxlike, vinelikeTreating sweat and foreign ...
Wards pulled from the smoky air where launderers behind were persecutedThe cycle park where motorbikes rest under shade and bicycles stride a drainageStaircases wide and mostly empty where crowds gather in dense waiting areasFans and canisters of food, beds aligned and patients half saronged, half bareSitting atop sheets the atmosphere is thick with anticipation but redolent of normal lifeOutside the ...
Your head must be so full of wool. Wool came out of your mouth yesterday as you went on and on about the sad state of affairs in your sad country. Wool. Disorganized. Smelly. Greasy. Coarse. I could put it another way. Your brain has turned to shit. Impacted shit, stuck and sticky shit. Shit that smells but won't move. ...
You tell meEverybody tells meIt's not safe anymore Then, young girls could walk down the middle of the street at midnight. No one would touch them!Now. Anything could happen. You tell me this. Everyone tells me this. Janet tells me that "then" there was curfew.No one could go out at midnight. What's the story?
War zone. A tactic. They suspect You mayBe workingFor theOther side. Their tactic. They surround Your house. If you runYou are guilty. Then theyCan shootYou whereverAnd wheneverThey see you. You didn't runThe first timeYou didn't runThe second timeYou thinkLike you thought FineThey've closed My file. But youMention thereWere plenty Of peopleWho weren't Guilty ofWorking for Either sideWho ranBecause theyWere scared. ...
Just remembered how you told me, as a matter of conversation and kind of boring conversation at that, after looking at the inane pages of a children's book your daughter had wroiten and had vanity published, you talking a little too slow and a little too low for me to be comfortable so I had to lean in and watch ...
So at this late date in my nine month stay in Sri Lanka still more new insights are taking hold. Lately the insight has been spangled with light, seeing things in almost a scattered glare of peaceful wonderment. What do I mean? I mean to say that Sri Lanka has taken on a new character I couldn't have understood before, ...
We took a mutual friend to the cinema last night. It was more than just going to the movies. It was her second to last night in Batticaloa and since she'd never been to see a Tamil film in all her months here (!) this is what she'd asked to do. You guys came up on your motorbikes looking pretty ...