Thursday, September 6, 2007

Decade of Decadence.

If I become a famous Musician and produce many albums, then that is the title I shall give for 'greatest-hits-over-the-last-ten-years' album.

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Wonky Blogger. I threaten to move.

I'm afraid the edit button refuses to work. ( I must confess I discovered it only today) All those minor grammatical errors that I would see when admiring my posted work can now be fixed if i can get that damn button to work. Damn push-button publishing.

Anyway, the point of this rant is that I can't understand why parts of the last post are appearing in capitals with different font.


The Looking Glass

by Kamala Das

Getting a man to love you is easy
Only be honest about your wants as
Woman. Stand nude before the glass with him
So that he sees himself the stronger one
And believes it so, and you so much more
Softer, younger, lovelier. Admit your
Admiration. Notice the perfection
Of his limbs, his eyes reddening under
The shower, the shy walk across the bathroom floor,
Dropping towels, and the jerky way he
Urinates. All the fond details that make
Him male and your only man. Gift him all,
Gift him what makes you woman, the scent of
Long hair, the musk of sweat between the breasts,
The warm shock of menstrual blood, and all your
Endless female hungers. Oh yes, getting
A man to love is easy, but living
Without him afterwards may have to be
Faced. A living without life when you move
Around, meeting strangers, with your eyes that
Gave up their search, with ears that hear only
His last voice calling out your name and your
Body which once under his touch had gleamed
Like burnished brass, now drab and destitute.


*Poetry I stumbled across. On an entirely different note, am I violating copyright by posting the entire poem on my blog? Maybe, I should have linked- links come under the fair use exception. However, this is a fairly private blog so that might help meet one of the requirements under the fair use exception...

* I'm extremely pleased with the above thought. I normally have little or no interest in the legal aspect of anything. My law degree might be of use after all!