Do You See?
YIKES! I’m running late in finishing up an article. Thought I’d finish by the 27th but I need a day extra at least!
Just that something felt queasy about my tummy this morning. I’m not going to write details about such dreary things. Just that I need to lie down and rest intermittently. Water, raw salad, cold cuts — could be anything that caused it. I keep warning people about avoiding a “Delhi belly”, and now me…? O tummy.
A poem was recommended by someone. I DO NOT like it’s ending. Pallid, meek. But it starts well, sort of in a striking manner, and offers interesting images, at once dark and obscure as it proceeds. But of course, it’s an eminently readable poem:
I particularly find this line: “O too this is so dramatic this shaking” a little surprising. I think, cool, too.
June 27 saw the launch of THE YELLOW NIB–Modern English Poetry by Indians. Editors: Sudeep Sen and Ciarán Carson; at Queen’s University, The Seamus Heaney Centre for Poetry, Belfast. My poems are in this collection.
Here’s the cover (which I had posted once earlier)
Some of the poets in this anthology are Kazim Ali, Sumana Roy, Anjum Hasan, Michelle Cahill, Meena Alexander, Anindita Sengupta (a former Kent CW fellow), Mani Rao, Janice Pariat, Anupama Raju, Tenzin Tsundue, Ravi Shankar and more.
Because I’m feeling queasy, I can be mean and unfriendly. Social media often makes me wonder why people lurk so much. I do too. But on top of it, people readily “tag” me or post me their super-genius tomes to read, as though I’m sitting JOBLESS AND FREE with my friggin reading crystal ball. And very few even value any feedback. Why? While I lurk, I don’t tag or post ANYONE my Nobel Prize worth writing. And if I group email, that is once in 3 months. You must have noticed that, right? Amen.
I need fresh yogurt. O tummy.