Friday, October 30, 2009





"Red Hook"

A throbbing beat, almost subliminal,
yet necessary. The tiny candles all
there is of counter-dark, and your small hope;
as things break up beyond the soft horizon
where sometimes on a clearing, the peak is seen.


On the English-language Indian music show i listen to on Saturday mornings, one of the DJs introduces an oldie saying, "We used to dance 'the Twist' to this song." Later, he mentions some structure or building, and: "The Britishers built that."


The Shrine to Don Knotts.


"Ulab is performed to initiate a garden planting or to announce a successful murder of someone in the forest by a raiding party." --The Sorrow of the Lonely and the Burning of the Dancers

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