The gate of alchemy - Revision history

HansaThapliyal at 03:01, 9 May 2015

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HansaThapliyal at 17:05, 23 April 2015

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HansaThapliyal at 09:33, 23 March 2015

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HansaThapliyal at 04:40, 23 March 2015

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is also the gate of making

the roads closer to the station have people selling mirrors, and close by, hidden somewhere, making them.
the sun shines off the liquid mirrors trapped in their cases, slapping the customers with their glare.
A little ahead piece by piece, technologies of the late 19th and 20th century appear, technology by technology, cathode ray tubes, x rays, eastman cameras,
the sounds of making are the road map; from hammering, to tinkling, to the sound of furnaces.
...

there is a large endless workshop in the large field just after the first parallel lanes.

here everyone is bent, over furnaces, with tools, smoke and explosions fill the air as in an early melies film and expectant eyes wait, for things to appear.
edison is here and tesla ( both of who are part of a new board game in the US), baburao patwardhan is here and narayanrao and gopalrao patwardhan.
there are books everywhere,
smoke puffs out of the tall chimneys
in a corner, with dulled white drapes around him to keep out the harsh sun, sits [[panditji]], a furious looking man before a large bookshelf of books he wants to sell. books on alchemy.

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-the sun is jumping off the polishes surfaces of the shaving mirrors lined on the street side, and slapping potential customers on their faces. who would want to be a customer then.
+the sun is jumping off the polished surfaces of the shaving mirrors lined on the street side, and slapping potential customers on their faces. Who would want to be a customer then?! I feel like asking the sellers whose faces are a dark concealed by this bright light everywhere.
-then a large dark shadow like form begins to fill in all those mirrors, it is a cart, a wooden cart, the one my people hope to see when they come to this land, the one painted in water colours, with washes of light through the trees.. [[what is on the cart]] is not so clear, it is some bulky material covered with a cloth. is there a man in there, yes there is, some form, of human size, moving. I catch M's arm. M turns and gives his signature childlike smile with its gentle enquiry..
+then a large dark shadow like form begins to fill in all those mirrors,  it is a cart, a wooden cart, the one my people hope to see when they come to this land, the one painted in water colours, with washes of light through the trees.. [[what is on the cart]] is not so clear, it is some bulky material covered with a cloth. is there a man in there, yes there is, some form, of human size, moving. I catch M's arm. M turns and gives his signature childlike smile with its gentle enquiry..
 there is something projecting out of the cloth- an accordion.. a music suddenly takes the air and i ask M excitedly, you think this is some local performance under the cloth, on a moving bullock cart?

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 the sun is jumping off the polishes surfaces of the shaving mirrors lined on the street side, and slapping potential customers on their faces. who would want to be a customer then.
 then a large dark shadow like form begins to fill in all those mirrors, it is a cart, a wooden cart, the one my people hope to see when they come to this land, the one painted in water colours, with washes of light through the trees.. [[what is on the cart]] is not so clear, it is some bulky material covered with a cloth. is there a man in there, yes there is, some form, of human size, moving. I catch M's arm. M turns and gives his signature childlike smile with its gentle enquiry..
 there is something projecting out of the cloth- an accordion.. a music suddenly takes the air and i ask M excitedly, you think this is some local performance under the cloth, on a moving bullock cart?

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+the sun is jumping off the polishes surfaces of the shaving mirrors lined on the street side, and slapping potential customers on their faces. who would want to be a customer then.
-the roads closest to the station has people selling mirrors, and close by, hidden somewhere, making them.
+then a large dark shadow like form begins to fill in all those mirrors, it is a cart, a wooden cart, the one my people hope to see when they come to this land, the one painted in water colours, with washes of light through the trees.. [[what is on the cart]] is not so clear, it is some bulky material covered with a cloth. is there a man in there, yes there is, some form, of human size, moving. I catch M's arm. M turns and gives his signature childlike smile with its gentle enquiry..
-the sun shines off the liquid mirrors trapped in their cases, slapping the customers with their glare.
+there is something projecting out of the cloth- an accordion.. a music suddenly takes the air and i ask M excitedly, you think this is some local performance under the cloth, on a moving bullock cart?

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-the roads closer to the station have people selling mirrors, and close by, hidden somewhere, making them.
 the sun shines off the liquid mirrors trapped in their cases, slapping the customers with their glare.
-A little ahead piece by piece, technologies of the late 19th and 20th century appear, technology by technology, cathode ray tubes, x rays, eastman cameras,
+Customers grimace and walk away, clutching their shopping bag.
-the sounds of making are the road map; from hammering, to tinkling, to the sound of furnaces.
+Silver still, in mirrors, but the beginnings of gold.
-...
-there is a large endless workshop in the large field just after the first parallel lanes.
+A little ahead piece by piece, technologies of the late 19th and 20th century appear on road side shops, today is the weekly market, technology by technology, old cathode ray tubes, x rays, eastman cameras.. you do not know if you have to look here for gold, would you dismantle all this?
-here everyone is bent, over furnaces, with tools, smoke and explosions fill the air as in an early melies film and expectant eyes wait, for things to appear.
+no one to sight, is making anything, only selling old things, but the sounds of making- hammering, tinkling, tapping, hitting, sweating seem to be playing from tiny juke boxes in the shops. Now and then, smoke from a silent explosion, like in a melies film.
-edison is here and tesla ( both of who are part of a new board game in the US), baburao patwardhan is here and narayanrao and gopalrao patwardhan.
+large cutouts- baburao patwardhan (sic), edison, tesla.
-there are books everywhere,
+Beyond the shops is the maidan. There is a tent up there, large, covering everything, high. in a corner, outside the reach of the tent, in a small high shack made of dirty white cloths, sits panditji.