Food for thought. Or, how not to whine anymore about Certain Things
Donna Summer Died
Wish I could take off on flights of free-association. But growing up seems to be about getting in line! All that aside, Donna Summer died today. The 80s make sense to me now. Growing up with old records, what my mother used to call ‘english music’, urban asian movies with elevators, men running, posters
Looks like I’ve taken off on a flight of free-association
Let me leave you with an image
This ended up being an aimless blog-like post, didn’t it?
A Room of One’s Own
An apple and a jaambakka
If the new is to appeal to the people, it must also in a certain sense be old; it must not be invented, but rediscovered…it must not appear as something strange and incongruous in the conceptual range inherited by the peoples from their ancestors, and in which our national strength mainly resides.
The Pleasures and Pains of Coffee
From that moment on, everything becomes agitated. Ideas quick-march into motion like battalions of a grand army to its legendary fighting ground, and the battle rages. Memories charge in, bright flags on high; the cavalry of metaphor deploys with a magnificent gallop; the artillery of logic rushes up with clattering wagons and cartridges; on imagination’s orders, sharpshooters sight and fire; forms and shapes and characters rear up; the paper is spread with ink - for the nightly labor begins and ends with torrents of this black water, as a battle opens and concludes with black powder.
‘Write, damn you! What else are you good for?’
Kusama. Be brave
Yayoi Kusama. Discovered her while cruising. With Japanese artists it is always slow - discovery, assimilation, understanding, recall. But it is good to collect them and look at them, even if for greedy, hallucinatory purposes. Need to find a way to bind these discoveries to the work I do
Aparna Ram - content-developer for a production house in Mumbai. Internet/ short-fiction/ culture enthusiast
