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Forking paths of the Imagination: March 2013
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Forking paths of the Imagination. Unusual ads about reading and writing, and odd memories. I have been seeing/hearing songs on youtube every now and then, and an advertisement came up. Normally I wait for the 'skip ad' button and click it immediately and yet I watched through two ads. They're on Neil Gaiman, made by Blackberry (! Https:/ www.youtube.com/watch? Https:/ www.youtube.com/watch? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Pix From Suvro da's album: 'The Mountains' and (the title picture) 'The Lagoon meets th...
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Forking paths of the Imagination: December 2013
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Forking paths of the Imagination. Bhumaiva sukham." Part II. Bhumaiva sukham" Part I. Said the ancient sage. It has been a part of a sentence that has stayed around and about for quite some time. No prizes for guessing who told me about the quote. The title of this post is connected to a question, which barring a few months of my life and very early years has stayed with me – ‘why is one not dead? The question that floats around or comes barging in sometimes is, “why is [one] not dead? 8217; ‘What ...
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Forking paths of the Imagination: March 2012
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Forking paths of the Imagination. Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right.*. From the song by Stealers Wheel. Female, feminine, girl, woman. I have been puzzling over this issue more so for longer than a month now and rather intensely in short spasms, and some years ago there were some thoughts that swam through my mind when I read (finally read) Virginia Woolf’s A Room of one’s own. Only because of my friend’s blogpost. And what about the male figure skaters? These females they know – all of...
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Naked Dreams: November 2013
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When feelings soar up and thump on the walls of my heart, when the world around changes colour and impinges on my soul. I take up the pen and pour my heart out. Saturday, November 30, 2013. Links to this post. On top of the world. Volcanoes to the core. Links to this post. Play a pitched battle. Links to this post. Thoughts - a waterfall. Of a blurry stream of consciousness. Links to this post. Ja hobe bole etodiner antahin protikkha. Je ateet aykdin bartaman chhilo,. Je ateet bhobishyot hote parto,.
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Naked Dreams: ROOTLESS: The man who traded his soul
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When feelings soar up and thump on the walls of my heart, when the world around changes colour and impinges on my soul. I take up the pen and pour my heart out. Saturday, October 11, 2014. ROOTLESS: The man who traded his soul. Meandering clouds, undulating-. Through a streamlined city. Hive of memories, packed tight-. Caught in a web. Scarred and shrivelled clouds, long unattended guests-. In your muddy lungs that stink. An enticing river, moaning-. Within your brain, a host of angels. Suddenly, One Day.
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Forking paths of the Imagination: January 2012
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Forking paths of the Imagination. Maybe a proper post will be put up soon, but for now, a rather belated Happy New Year and here's. The song link, which is more than a joy to hear, no matter how many times one may have heard it. A rather stubborn. Song, it is too. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Demonetization - come December. Suvro's world of wanton whimsy. New 2,000-rupee note: egad! The Bootle Bum Trinket. The older I grow - I'm 41 (Jesus Christ) - the only thing I know. View my complete profile.
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Forking paths of the Imagination: March 2015
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Forking paths of the Imagination. Thoughts that walk and sometimes talk. I’m putting this up even though I can’t tie it up all neatly with a beautiful bow. On-the-out. It seems a very muddled up affair: this tussle between measurable facts and what is sometimes ‘as invisible as music but as positive as sound…’. I have often in ‘times of trouble’ remembered (been reminded of? 8217; ‘But master I thought you were testing my faith in the Higher Power. You said the Higher Power takes care of us! For otherwis...
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Forking paths of the Imagination: January 2013
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Forking paths of the Imagination. Sometimes a book or a piece jumps on me and tells me that I’m supposed to read it. This happens every now and then – and especially when I badly want to read something but not much is pervading my reading consciousness, and I think sadly that there is nothing that I will pick out because I won’t be able to read it anyway. I finished reading a book late the night before last. Only it already seems such a painfully long time ago. Damascus Nights. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Forking paths of the Imagination: October 2012
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Forking paths of the Imagination. A town from the past. Time is an endless lane/ And Life a little mile without a bend.Behind us what? Before us, if we ran,/ Might we not be in time to seek the Grail? Morton, In search of England. And ‘Charlie and the Chocolate factory’ and ‘Pygmalion’ during the Christmas special film telecasts on TV, and I heard the songs and also a few other pieces from the old records that were purchased and played on a record player. On the matter of children and oath taking. To go ...
