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Vagrant Ruminations: June 2009
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Itineraries of a vagabond mind. Friday, June 12, 2009. A Tribute to my Forgotten Past. Although that place had been yearning for my attention since almost fifteen years, I can’t fathom how this blighted brain of mine drove me in there today. Fifteen years is too long a period, and it can make you forget everything you left behind. However, some things just can’t be forgotten, rather, they aren’t supposed to be. Ah! Unlike any other Thursday evening, I felt an irrepressible urge, that day, to feel. Lay un...
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Asa Nisi Masa: July 2009
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CLICK HERE FOR BLOGGER TEMPLATES. Thursday, July 16, 2009. Tonight you begin your ceremonial cleansing. After your indenture as a galley slave. The droopy eyes of your freckled ghost hangs below,. Tired after a long hard labor, as it catches its reflection. On the mirrored streets after a sleety rain. It tugs at your elbow. A drowsy gnaw escapes from its lips. In drools of cotton smoke. It knows that suffering is a padlock fastened to your freedom. Tonight the galley will be closed for the freedom. Subsc...
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Asa Nisi Masa: April 2008
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CLICK HERE FOR BLOGGER TEMPLATES. Wednesday, April 9, 2008. Whispers in the dark blood red hands dripping blood drip drip drip amber colored blood. The pink walls, in spite of the cold, are clammy. Two lizards are on it, with one on top of the other, caressing, fondling and canoodling each other her hair always in plaits shiny yellow plaits to go with the yellow sari you shouldn’t have bought this its too costly can’t I buy something for you I didn’t mean that. 8220;Why do you do this to yourself? She wa...
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Asa Nisi Masa: May 2009
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CLICK HERE FOR BLOGGER TEMPLATES. Monday, May 18, 2009. An Ode to a Bitch. He is closing in on her funereal lore. Hands dangling. Arms wrestling. The snot-green plenitude of smoke invades her clubbed nostrils. Her breath mingles in the quagmire of mirth, a fortress of silent craving. The filth, that her love defined, is lost in the voices below. Her gown sucks her memories down. A slow, greedy gulp of a succulent leach of truth. The orgy of summer whispers melts in her mouth. All things are nothing to he...
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Vagrant Ruminations: March 2015
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Itineraries of a vagabond mind. Sunday, March 29, 2015. The Moment of Reckoning. You await the time when the chrysanthemums bloom,. When tendrils shoot off lentils buried deep in the sand,. What holds you back in your cocoon of self deprecation? The moment of reckoning will soon come to pass. Can you not see the tetrahedrons meshed around you? How the illusion of space and time smothers you! It bores its fingerprints on your neck which you cannot erase,. The moment of reckoning will soon come to pass.
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Vagrant Ruminations: The Revival of my Ramblings
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Itineraries of a vagabond mind. Friday, June 21, 2013. The Revival of my Ramblings. For all practical purposes, I wasn’t even expecting this blog page to show up. Only after it popped up did I realize what I’d heard through hearsay can’t be relied upon at all, for I was informed that Blogspot had closed down. As if my treasure. Good to see you back, and looking ahead to the contents of this petri-dish. Cheers. June 22, 2013 at 1:32 AM. I know the feeling! March 29, 2015 at 8:04 PM. I know the feeling!
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Asa Nisi Masa: May 2008
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CLICK HERE FOR BLOGGER TEMPLATES. Monday, May 26, 2008. Even Faulkner inherited the lost legacy of the. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Moment of Reckoning. For the heck of it. Ramblings of a Gabby:). It was one of those antique days when there was no. View my complete profile.
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Vagrant Ruminations: The Ergonomic Relationship between Humans and Language
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Itineraries of a vagabond mind. Monday, July 22, 2013. The Ergonomic Relationship between Humans and Language. 8220;What do words mean to you? 8221;, someone asked me. The obvious answer would be ‘whatever they mean’, I wondered. Do we feel words or do we just see or read them as text? Can we stretch their boundaries in the tangible world to mean something more than their lexicographic meaning? How do we process them while saying, or in more sophisticated terms, uttering them? Can we bring words alive?
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Vagrant Ruminations: December 2008
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Itineraries of a vagabond mind. Thursday, December 18, 2008. I was waiting in the lonely park,. Just beyond the banyan tree,. For a tryst in the desolate night,. Too jittery to breathe free. I was waiting, I was yearning,. And keeping an eye on my watch,. It almost felt like a thousand years,. While a spasm began to catch. Watching over the hedge,. I waited like a stone,. After a desperate wait,. I set off to my home. In my heart I felt a void,. And I began to ponder,. Why, why didn’t she come?
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Vagrant Ruminations: March 2009
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Itineraries of a vagabond mind. Thursday, March 26, 2009. Gone are those days. When my bones began to rust,. The time of the blaze has come. As it rides me into the light. I straddle upon as it takes me off. Only to lose the ground I’ve known so long,. I look down over its mane and realize. What I’d lost will all turn mine. We rub over bumpy grounds. And run into eagles,. They tell me “We’ve known you better! Well, I guess that bloke has plundered my everything. The fire roars and commands me.