June 25, 2007

Muse to the poet…

Posted in Musings at 12:15 am by cassandra

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I saw you following me on the streets of the metropolis….the place where I wander around….with the sack of manuscripts….
I have seen you following me the dungeons I pass…the place where natives fear to trade…the dingy lanes of conurbation…
I found you following me in the vehicles I journey….the window frames of a motorized tramcar…fleeting images that mind seeks to imprison…
I feel your presence in everyday life I perform…in every phase of a day….in every place that I move….

Who are you (to me)…!!!…

A versifier who picks the scraps of my deconstructed verse…a poet, being stimulated from those fragments…composing an unforeseen epic….
You are the soul whom I have seen…searching in the toxic heap of city waste….the filthy write-ups (that you find refreshing)…
You are the person along for the journey…may be by my side…(I don’t observe as I stare outside)…demanding nothing…only a company in the ride…
[but] I feel that you exist when I start to write…the self whom I tend to pass up…the face that I often glare…recurring like a refrain in a clumsy poetry line…

Then who am I (to you)…!!!…

I remember what you called me once…a muse (that writes)…a figurine in a garden unkempt for years….an angel (that hardly could prove a protector)…
On the streets of the city…when I toss my verse pieces…I have seen you picking them up…standing by the road side…in the golden waves of halogen…(trying to) read the scribbles I made on leafs…can you read them…?…
You said these scraps stir you a lot…
Then am I a muse to you….to a poet….a (urban) folk-teller…
I don’t know….
But when I see you read those nonsense scraps of mine and glimpse your eyes spark…I get reassured…

You cry that I am lost…you mourn that I am dead…but if you seek deep in your heart…I must say…as every penguin has a “heart song” for his mate…so do you, the bard, have a muse for your odes (if you wish to have one)…this muse may not even acknowledge your glare when the eyes meet….might not even care to inspire your verse (when you need her most)…but…O poet, the beloved of the muse…she does somewhere inside, awaits your work of art…

June 7, 2007

She Deserves……

Posted in Musings at 12:18 am by cassandra

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She is struck in a remote island (good for her)…often isolated by fiery storm…delimited by towering cliffs….mercilessly rock-strewn…under judgmental annihilation…implausible survival…!!!

Have mercy…(please!!!)

No winter…no summer…an eternal struggle…ceaseless battle…with the turbulent ocean…in a frail-wood canvas…
Even if she is dead…the planks…for her coffin are hard to come by…
Howls of the sea…camouflage her keen face….she is no longer the muse…!!!

She can see her own reflection on the water…
Water…!!!…salty…brackish…pungent…
A tragic struggle (that’s exactly what she deserves…tragic destructive muse)…the outer conflict between a dominating persona (for the poet) and a power beyond and above it…the primitive…the disposition of modern time is curiously confused…

She deserves…!!!

Let her die…a cruel death…a hungry monster ever on the lookout for human (poet) victim…
Wailing…roaring throughout…fighting the powerful…let her die an ugly death…
She was a killer…a disastrous power…an implacable foe…

Oh poet….!!!…you were a fool to love her…she will make you vanish into thin air…before that; curse her to death…

June 3, 2007

what if the Archangel dies…

Posted in Musings at 11:28 pm by cassandra

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I’ve been thinking for a long time…what could have happened if all the muse of this earth were dead…or…u can say…if they did not exist at all…?…

Nothing….!!!….

All the fairy tales that survive…..the entire princess…all the prince….and their Fairy Godmother…..would have vanished into thin air…..
Cinderella….Snow White…Rapunzel…the Sleeping Beauty…..even today’s Princess Fiona…..no guardian angel…..hah!
And….what would have happened to that well-known citation…?…`and they lived happily ever after’…witty…!!!
No more of the prince waiting outside the castle …when would she through her snake like hair….?…
No more of that kiss….that might bring her back from the fatal slumber…
No more of prince….looking for the perfect pair of feet for the shoes he carrying….

No more of Fairy land…!!!…

No more of writing…!!!….
Bang…!!!…
What a funny story…!!!…
Is this anywhere written that a muse is essential to write…?…you might site a poet…(for a mythological muse)….where he justifies the ways of God to men….you might also talk about some sonnets where you observe (u might also get confused…)…a man or a women to evoke the poetic spirit….but….is it obligatory….?…
What if the muse is dead…or….she does not exist any more…
It was from a film (Blood Diamond)…the protagonist truly said that he sometimes mourn that God (muse if I say) will not forgive us for what we do to each other, then he thinks that God (again the muse if I say) has left this place long before…(funny)…

Every time I write….I look for the literary value of my piece…. but…I don’t expect any critical comment on this…. (this piece is not high enough to get any critical observation either)…but…really wanted to know….what if this so called muse….never ever existed…or…goes back to her dwelling place….or….was so lethargic…resulting an indifference….!!!….

No conclusion….poet changes his muse…he changes his mode of writing…he claims….a muse is desired…he mourns…the muse is gone….but never feels…in this world of web…the muse can also get lost….!!!…

June 1, 2007

Making love through words…

Posted in Musings at 2:38 pm by cassandra

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“I want to be your book which you will continuously touch, flip through the pages, write your notes and comments over my body…”

Let’s not waste time deciding as to what words stand for us…..but the act….that our words perform….is something surely divine….the undertone of silence…the resonance of those words….if we really need to describe…alluring….or…worship…!!!…

Can’t even recollect when we really started….started playing with words…but I can remember…those words were then a fun to play with….a sweet little vibrant butterfly….that made our life blissful…did we then really think…that a day might come when we’ll make love through words….?….
Make love…!!!…true….and why not….?…the very day we decided (or it just happened) to Fall…did not we mumble….”here we start”…
Start a new life….a new dawn….with a new sun…soaked in the golden emanation of life….the only mode of communication…words…!!!…

We sometimes evoke our past….through words…of course…
Past…outrageous recapitulation..?…in the darkness of night….the over flow of animosity…nauseating…!!!…
That is the time…when your venomous words fill me up….bitchy, destructive, noxious impulse…are these the same very words…?…(soliloquy)…!!!…

Now about the love….once again…intoxicated, rapturous, wild emotions…stroking every branch of the Tree…locating ways to spring out all passion…and…as soon as we reach the emotional (lingual) high…phonated orgasm…the words gains its pinnacle…(breathtaking)…!!!…

May 27, 2007

She who entangles men …

Posted in Musings at 3:23 pm by cassandra

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A mythological disposition….princess of Troy….Apollo’s love….a prophetic figure…placed in this city…!!!…result…!!!…premonition of millennium.

A rambler in the moving metropolis…lost home in a cosmic cityscape…strangled in a web called love…the dungeon she passes…images she envisions… presentiments made……sounds gibberish to others…

Men fall in love…with her or her beauty…(she is gorgeous)…realm of myth, that every king desire…

(sometimes) She is the statuette…in the garden “unkempt for decades”…or a moving image for the man who lost love…she attains her earthly self with the gush of holy water…purified!!!

Maenad…votary of Bacchus…existing on the milk of Medusa…the snaky hair no more charming…the wild beast revealed…raging, frantic woman…(Rapunzel sighs)!

Nocturnal mortal…drenched in the yellow crumbs of halogen…a silhouette in the midst of the night…she transforms into another being….husky resonance of her tone…radio active flesh…orgasmic pleasure…(Cupid laughs)…

Look Back …

Posted in Musings at 3:19 pm by cassandra

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“And you’ll keep those big eyes on my fur…And I’ll see that you keep that sleek, bushy tail glistening as it should…”

A tattered toy teddy bear…a soft wooly squirrel…a stage prop…a symbolism!!!
A ritual…an interaction of mutual confirmation…yet so significantly different…prefiguring the abandonment of a relational myth.

Is drama poetry…?…
Is eagle a bird…?…

An attempt to exist the symbolic order…satisfaction at an imaginary level…a retreat from the language…???…
Cruel morbid misfit…in a group of reasonably well disposed populace…can neither accept life nor death…
Then the boredom attained the badge of freedom…positive activity…proclamation…only form of recreation that one could afford…

“Oh! Heavens, how I long for a little ordinary human enthusiasm. Just enthusiasm, that’s all. I want to hear a warm thrilling voice cry out Hallelujah!”

An escape….from the harsh realities of life…from the failure to have adjusted…a harmonious relationship…
Only way… (bear) masculine strength…(squirrel) feminine pliability and tenderness…