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On something resembling a dream
My eyes closed for a moment and suddenly everything seemed slower. I sat down trying to make sense of it: things were more tactile, filled with more sensuality, absolute feeling—I knew even as it unfolded that it was a dream. Was it? It must be, for what else could it be, so abundant and ominous? I rested…
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On Staying
I wanted to write to you, dear, I wanted to tell you how foreign I’d felt standing at the Abu Dhabi airport, waiting for the security official to hand me back my passport and boarding pass, as everyone around me spoke languages unknown to me, as another man came and asked me what my name…
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On smoke
I woke up at 7:30 in the morning from a dream of a woman whose face was covered with the smoke of her cigarette, and even though the smoke must have disappeared almost instantly I couldn’t see her face and from then on, on this walk I was taking in a space accessible only through…
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Theatre, etc.
A small update: Alok Dhanwa’s poem ‘Theatre’ (with my translation and photographs) is now up at 3:AM Magazine. Many thanks are due to the editor, Tristan Foster. S.
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On seeing
Her gaze struck me, almost by mistake, as I was leaning against one of the white columns of Connaught Place. I saw her seeing others and we looked at each other, perhaps for a little more than three seconds. I lingered my look in recognition: we both belonged to a secret club of seeing, whose…
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Jaipur 2008: late fragment
On that hot summer evening, I was walking down the stairs to return a book of poems by Tomas Tranströmer to K., who was waiting for me in the living room, when I saw an exquisite butterfly: some unknown chalk like white, dark velvet black with two crimson streaks on the upper side of the…
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#red
Last night, the sound of my own heartbeat woke me up. It beat so loudly, so certainly, as if it would continue to beat forever. I lay there listening to it for a while, trying to understand why and how these things inside our chests work and suddenly I remembered Amrita Sher-Gill. Yesterday, I had…
