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In which we keep time in years, each year like a woman's saree, gathering so much into its pleats. | In which we keep time in years, each year like a woman's saree, gathering so much into its pleats. | ||
| − | Each year aware that it is a lie, seeking to do what electronic eyes try to do in factories, seeking to be wakeful to everywhere at once.. each year aware that at most, it is a bundle of holes, eyes maybe, thrown over the waters of consciousness of which we know little except that they are and that they torture us when they don't just trouble us. We seek to catch some fish in our nets, | + | Each year aware that it is a lie, seeking to do what electronic eyes try to do in factories, seeking to be wakeful to everywhere at once.. each year aware that at most, it is a bundle of holes, eyes maybe, thrown over the waters of consciousness of which we know little except that they are and that they torture us when they don't just trouble us. We seek to catch some fish in our nets, we try to sort them. We try to lighten our consciousness with freezing photographs with closely remembered memories which we narrate, we spit, we sweat from the constant whirring of our minds like projector.. |
| − | + | Then we try new tricks. | |
| − | Your story threaded with my eye | + | Your story threaded with my eye begins to stitch up the waters |
[[Image:Saraswati gramaphone.jpg]] | [[Image:Saraswati gramaphone.jpg]] | ||
| − | + | O Saraswati who sinks into lotus like dew, we invoke you, parent, child, friend dear enough to be either.. again and again, putting a needle in those old grooves, letting them scratch, loving archivist of our creaking sounds.. teach us the patience to look carefully and wide, to gather too much and to know how to store in our stories, carefully, lovingly, beautifully.. the multiplying thoughts that overwhelm us, so that we might one day say, I drew the wave | |
Revision as of 22:52, 13 September 2010
A mythology of Dada Saheb Phalke
In which we keep time in years, each year like a woman's saree, gathering so much into its pleats. Each year aware that it is a lie, seeking to do what electronic eyes try to do in factories, seeking to be wakeful to everywhere at once.. each year aware that at most, it is a bundle of holes, eyes maybe, thrown over the waters of consciousness of which we know little except that they are and that they torture us when they don't just trouble us. We seek to catch some fish in our nets, we try to sort them. We try to lighten our consciousness with freezing photographs with closely remembered memories which we narrate, we spit, we sweat from the constant whirring of our minds like projector.. Then we try new tricks. Your story threaded with my eye begins to stitch up the waters
O Saraswati who sinks into lotus like dew, we invoke you, parent, child, friend dear enough to be either.. again and again, putting a needle in those old grooves, letting them scratch, loving archivist of our creaking sounds.. teach us the patience to look carefully and wide, to gather too much and to know how to store in our stories, carefully, lovingly, beautifully.. the multiplying thoughts that overwhelm us, so that we might one day say, I drew the wave
The very vanity of the enterprise, when it finally makes me move, pulls me in further, and me and Me and mee. Like a large gathering of locusts, we scatter, making a new sky
A timeline must be fed. What is the shape of the monster?
A time line of postcards
1921 . 1922 . 1923 . 1924 . 1925 [[2]]
1926 . 1927 . 1928 . 1929 . 1930 1931 . 1932 . 1933 . 1934 . 1935 . 1936 . 1937 . 1938 . 1939 . 1940 . 1941 . 1942 [[3]]
Advertisement Before 1946
World History Timeline studying the world between the wars [4]
1861.
