“A Screw Fell to the Ground”

一颗螺丝掉在地上 A screw fell to the ground 在这个加班的夜晚 In this dark night of overtime 垂直降落,轻轻一响 Plunging vertically, lightly clinking 不会引起任何人的注意 It won’t attract anyone’s attention 就像在此之前 Just like last time 某个相同的夜晚 On a night like this 有个人掉在地上 When someone plunged to the ground — 9 January 2014

What then is the truth?

What then is the truth? Asks Nietzsche “A mobile army of metaphors, metonyms, and anthropomorphisms – in short, a sum of human relations, which have been disclosed, enhanced, transposed, and embellished poetically and rhetorically, and which after long use seem firm, canonical, and obligatory to a people.” (Image, from a seminar attended at Hindu College about…

Red syringes

Red like blood, they clot. In a bodily vessel, when – Pierced bounce, back and forth, Blue veins contain them. White sheets and red blood Bodies with red syringes, Filled with blood, and drained of life. Pierced, taken. Non sequiturly. Nimble finger pushes, and dugs deep And retracts on contrition. Red admits blue cotton sheets…

Moving Narrative

Somewhat immodestly, Reticence is a bourgeois affectation anyway, I studied the cypresses and olive groves dried, To exhibit the canvass of desire, On afternoons, a cup, And in the nights of belonging, a snore Accompanied, me. Deserved a mention, A sign of a registered letter, A name said, to be called. And care unfettered, yet.

Of Queerness and resistance

“Beyond the Trinity of breasts and the forest of Pubic Hair ” An site of representation of discursivity and ruptures at Ambedkar University. ( Museum of Desire )   Privately, and now, publically we all hope for an amicable position which can go beyond articulations of the self/ individual with the school, at the same…

Consensus

A minimizing effect of the totalizing reality, A hand burnt in the sun, jarred with the possibility of a shoe polish. Constant pull and push culminated in a commodity, Of labour, of exchange, and mythical historicity.   Sweat piercing the skin in the brightly lit sunlight, Slowly becomes a tear colluding vision, As the motion…