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| NK |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 08:58 AM
Dedicated to bm who was wondering few days back what the heck I was doing.
1400 hrs. On I-95
Holding it steady at 98%
I say it is A-ok
Droplets of sweat
Falls
I wipe it off with my
Brown shoes
On the dusty floor
Of my old car
Holding it steady at 100 km
/hour
Looking ahead
An unfortunate skunk
Gets in my way
Lies flattened
Leaving a musky
Odor on I 95.
***
One Summer Day
Poem no. 1
Yellow balloon adorns every tree
In that neighborhood and
Speck of pink
she does not come home.
Mourners and onlookers
And good-hearted searchers
A mother whimpers in her kitchen floor.
***
Poem no. 2
They put up scaffold
All around the white house
They strive for beauty
They are going to break a corner
Relentless heat falls on his head
Brown leathery skin gets browner
He sits down in midday
Eats his cellophane wrapped food
Head down and full of thoughts
Of his little, floral dress wearing wife.
NK
July 30, 2002
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| BM |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 09:35 AM
NK didi.Thanks for dedicating poem to me. It was so sweet.Honestly I need to look my dictionary to understand your literate words later because I am so busy now.I wish I could write something for your nice work but I am afraid of that.Every single time when I post something, I made a lot of errors and people make fun of me. I think I shouldn't do that.
Bm
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| double click |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 09:52 AM
Bm, just double clicking on diffuclt words will solve your problems. Why should you go to look for your dictionary?
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| def |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 10:05 AM
NK,
Nice poems. Short and to the point.
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| jira |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 10:12 AM
Good one!
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| NK |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 10:12 AM
BM, I never thought I use difficult words. I always try to avoid bombastic [I would have used Grandiloquent instead. see my point? :)]or pretentious vocabulary. But yes,as double click suggested just double click the unfamiliar word and a whole new world opens up for you :)! Just another suggestion if I may. Read the poem first and try to get the meaning of the entire poem first. See what the poem is trying to convey. the essence. without double clicking right and left.
-NK didi
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| don't quit your day job |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 10:34 AM
how can one be nk and a poet at the same time? what is this? a tour de farce of an oxymoronic sophist?
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| NK |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 10:41 AM
omg! u took really hard didn't u my dear "aehist existentialist"(!) So bhannuhos na ta ke ke bhannu hunch kierkegaard: jiu ley? ;))))))))))))) (spelling thik bhayo? not sure)
def and jira thanks. any constructive criticism is welcome even if you don't like the poem. you get my drift right? ok let's move on,yes, you too with a very very long name.
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| jira |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 11:05 AM
NK!
One thing I was about to say from the very beginning, finally here I am. Whenever, I read your poem, I see bird. Birds and more birds everywhere. I mean the real bird which is just ready to take off. Why is that? Is that because of your poem or is it just my genuine eyes? :-). The SummerTime came up with that fine greenish bird with no peak. All the time, I was thinking about the poor bird without nostril and here it is again. The another one in I-90, ready to croos the highway with the wings fluttered. Is there any kind of bird illusion in your poem? :-)
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| i hit a nkerve |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 01:27 PM
i so sorry to be hard on your *ahem* poetry attempts, despite your constant self-overrating. practice makes you perfect, my deer caught in the headlights. try as i might, i can't take anything from you hard--it's actually fun to pen tales on you. const. crit.: "not so enlightened" was your best autobio thread yet. more like that...wah!
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| NK |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 01:30 PM
Jira , hang on let me read my Summertime. And I will come back with explanation if I have any that is.
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| NK |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 01:44 PM
Ok I just went over my Summertime. You know, first of all i would like to sayI wrote that in a hurry. Hahooguru requested a poem for his birthday and I was pressured to "deliver" it. By the way have u seen hahooguru lately? Where is he??? Anyway that is what I came up with as a birthday poem. Wanted to sound cheery and happy [unlike my inner-self;] and nature gives me pleasure. Sitting on my verandah and watch storm for instance. Cool breezy afternoon in the midst of hot summer and all that. Of course there is flood and hurricane and big bad man eater tigers in jungle but that is not the nature I am talking about....
I guess you make a connection immediately when you see reference to nature in my poem and, I do that -plenty. Nature without birds , can you imagine? I think it is your vivid imagination more than my poem why you think of birds. But I *am* happy and feel a relief that nature is not lost on you, my dear reader when you read my poem. I think when one writes a poem it is important to give some concrete imagery and when I am successful (i am taking a big leap of faith here) you add your own imagery.
Thank you jira for giving me a chance to explain my "poem."
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| Sujan |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 02:03 PM
NK,
Here is my opportunity to analyze your poems. Be warned though, I am not as analytical as when I was taking those 'critical thinking classes'. I suppose the reason for doing so is to amuse myself if I've gotten the message you are trying to convey, as you've once told me-- the poems are written with exact context in mind by the poet and therefore, are not conceivable the way a reader acknowledges them.
Here it goes:
1400 hrs. On I-95 ( two interpretations )
First Interpretation:
A car theft (most likely a teenager) has taken a stolen car for a joyride. In the process, while he may not be a very experienced driver ( not to mention he may be driving without a license ) he has managed to run over the poor animal at such a high speed!
Second Interpretation:
A driver, who is in a rush to get to his/her destination, is trying to make up some lost time. However, the traffic has managed to slow his/her car down to only 100K/ hour, otherwise the car would be going at a much faster pace. As he/she is left behind by time, the nervous an irritated driver has managed to kill an innocent animal along the way.
[ I have no idea how the 1400 hrs. correlates with the poem ]
Poem #1
A mother is saddened by the disappearance of her daughter despite the efforts of the searchers and the mourning by the strangers; albeit the scene outside the house is quite bewildering.
Poem #2
A typical day of a construction worker. The last two sentences, I find, a bit fickle. But then again, he might be missing a peculiar afternoon affection from his wife, he might have made her upset the night before, and now he is regretting it, or his wife has left him for good, and now all he has is memories-- specially the little floral dress-- she wore it on their first date, and not to mention she had that on when they made their first love ;o)
-Sujan
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| Nattu |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 03:23 PM
SmartAss, seems like you've been watching too much "COPS" and "CSI" on TV. You need
to get out of that couch and start thinking postive things in life, you stupid COUCHPOTATO dumbass. How can a KABIYATRI like NK Ji write poems on CRIMES and
SEX ( ?? ) ? Poems are written on beautiful things or tragedy; not on CRIMES. Don't try to ruin her image dude. NK ji is not a crime poet OK !! Your analysis SUCKS and I pity for your so called "critical thinking classes". You need HELP and NOW. Jokhang, please take this guy to VIPASANA with you......NOW !!
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| peeping potatoes |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 03:36 PM
nattu, nattu, whatcha gonna do? whatcha gonna do, when they come for you? looks like you the one who need crash course in vipasana. moving foreword...;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;)
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| MmmBop |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 03:37 PM
NK
Simplicity, entangled with complications.
I think the poem was about a daily observation on life and current affairs. 2nd poem on mother is little obvious, but I liked the third one... so simple yet so resourceful.
Good Job. "Keep the funk alive."
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| NK |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 04:19 PM
just a quick response to nattu. nattu, what 's the matter with you??????
why are you yelling at sujan?
I will respond later to all the bykha of my kabita.
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| ??! |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 04:28 PM
NKji,
Kabita angreji ma lekheko ma kehi bujhdina.... ali ali sabai ko byakhya aaye pachhi po ali bujhna thaliyo ta... Ma tube light....
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| Biswo |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 07:00 PM
NK,
Enjoyed your poem. I specially enjoyed someone accusing you of using 'difficult words'.
It hasn't been long since you implied the same after reading my posting:-)
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| Gokul |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 09:34 PM
Critique of a pure poem:
The first poem is about terrorism that is grappling America since the emergency call. I-95 is not interstate highway. It is Crewman's landing permit used by INS for arrival/departure record. The FBI has found that at exactly at 2 pm, some suspicious activity by a potential terrorist occurred while filling the I-95 form. Although the terrorist was holding the form steadily, it was less than perfect (just 98%). Terrorist needs 100% perfection to succeed. (A-ok) is in fact amok. The terrorist realized that he has gone amuck but then tried to give the impression that he was ok (by saying am ok). He was quite nervous by that time. Then he said he had some documents in the car so he would fill the form in the car instead. The officer gave hime the permission. The potential terrorist became angry with himself and wiped his sweat with his shoes. The terrorist was poor and lazy.
Then he thought the officer might have figured out that he was a terroist. So why not run away instead? The car was old so he could not drive faster than 100km/hour. As he was driving, he accidently killed a smelling punk (skunk) who was also running away (with I-95 form in hand) from the INS officer. The punk was using musk as a deodorant. The small bottle of musk also got crashed in the accident and spilt over the I-95 form. The spilling of musk on the I-95 form has very figurative meaning. It symbolizes the liberation of the punk's soul. After all, the soul is always pure and eternal even if it is caged in a body as smelly as a skunk. There is a strong parallel between this poem and Dante's purgatory, Nietzsche's eternal recurrence, and vedanta's nirvikalpa samadhi.
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1400 hrs. On I-95
Holding it steady at 98%
I say it is A-ok
Droplets of sweat
Falls
I wipe it off with my
Brown shoes
On the dusty floor
Of my old car
Holding it steady at 100 km
/hour
Looking ahead
An unfortunate skunk
Gets in my way
Lies flattened
Leaving a musky
Odor on I 95.
***
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| ugly duckling |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 10:22 PM
Could these have been written by same NK who wrote "summertime"? Is it the long periods of unbearable heat and humidity that is fatiguing NK’s cerebrum and the poems detouring toward the painful insights of life?
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| NK |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 10:39 PM
This board is so out of control sometimes I wonder what the heck am I doing here. Then again the attraction of a distant light is too much to ignore even if it threatens to burn you down.
Write about something particular yet address general . I had read that somewhere. That is what a poem should do among many other things. First I thought I should just sit back and enjoy interpretations that are hurling towards these poems. But then i thought that would not be fair to the interpreters. I will try to be brief.
Sujan with utmost apologies for nattu's behavior (I think he is just overzealous about my well being) I would like to think my poem does not convey only one line of thought. As mmmbop rightly points out these three poems are “about a daily observation on life and current affairs. These poems are …. “ Simplicity, entangled with complications.” You asked about that 1400 hr. It is just 2 pm that is all. I wanted to have a lot of number and letters in this poem. I wanted to give an air of chilliness and modernity. . Precise and distant. It is not important (I am not giving lecture, just going with my thoughts) what or who killed. The death of a skunk was a symbolic. When you write a poem, you want to say a lot of things in a few words. You want to pack it with as much information as you can without being overwrought (overdone) it.
Sadly you did not like the last two sentence of the poem no. 2. And I thought those two lines bring the poem home so to speak. By bringing his “little” (tiny) wife who likes to wear floral dresses (read soft, feminine), I was trying to give this otherwise hard life a soft touch/focus. Life is not that bad after all. Yes maybe they had made love the night before, who knows. You see I was not there to know for sure ;)! This poem by the way was my favorite. Few of my friends like the 2nd one which mB thought was obvious and I agree.
And Biswo, don’t be so gleeful. If we take a poll tonight I think you will win hands down for having a vocabulary bhandar and not being afraid to use it! :) I don’t think I know half of the words you use just in this board. And I am afraid to think how much more you might know! :))
Gokul, I think you and I are similar in some way: We let out imagination run amok. What about the other two poems? I would be most grateful if you could critique those two too. And I am dead serious!
I wonder where Nepe is…..
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| MmmBop |
Posted
on 30-Jul-02 10:43 PM
Gokul,
Brilliant observation and analogies. If that was what NK was thinking too, then both of you deserve accolades.
However, we should also shouldn't deny the essence of simplicity. Sometimes simplicity is deeper than its complex counterpart. The poems might be intenionally simple too, and if that's the case, NK still deserves praise.
NK, can you clarify?
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| mother goose |
Posted
on 31-Jul-02 07:27 AM
Ugly Duckling:
What were you doing that late surfing Sajha? You should be studying! And you have already become a beautiful swan, haven't you realized it yet?
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| MmmBop |
Posted
on 31-Jul-02 08:26 AM
NK,
I liked the one with the labor worker too. I meant that one, when I said i liked 3rd (because even if the titles are "1400 hrs. On I-95", "Poem no 1" and "Poem no 2", I went by the order). I liked the roughness (of the worker) surrendering to the softness(of his wife) at the end of the poem. It also gives a glimpse of a simple daily life.
I thought the poem about the mother with a lost child (celebrating his/her b'day in anticipation of a comeback) was obvious.
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| Gokul |
Posted
on 31-Jul-02 10:04 AM
Imagination is more important than knowledge. -Einstein
Poem #1
This poem is about the jubilation that followed after the victory of Nirdal in the so-called Janamat Sangraha on 2037 saal Baisakha 20 gate. Yellow was the color of Nirdal and Nirdal supporters were blowing yellow balloons and decorating green trees with them.
Blowing of balloon - symbol of inflated vanity (indication of poll rigging and other misdeeds)
Covering the green tree - After the victory, they were trying to subdue the Bahudal supporters. The green was the color of Bahudal.
Pink - color of feminity - Those bahudalbaadis who could not resist the Nirdalbaadis and yet could not take yellow as their color chose the pink instead. They celebrated with pink balloons: A sort of feminine compromise.
Immediately after the declaration of nirdal's victory, there were lootings, arson and rapes. The second stanza talks of one such incident in which a girl was kidnapped and possibly murdered. Her mother could not go out and search her dear daughter because male family members were out in drunken orgies, while she was forced to prepare food for them and was confined in the kitchen. Her maternal love towards her lost daughter was limited to "whimpers" and is indicative of the hollowness (perhaps agony) of modern man (and perhaps woman) whose life ends "not with a bang but a whimper".
==================================================================
Yellow balloon adorns every tree
In that neighborhood and
Speck of pink
she does not come home.
Mourners and onlookers
And good-hearted searchers
A mother whimpers in her kitchen floor.
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| DWI |
Posted
on 31-Jul-02 10:08 AM
"IMAGINATION WITHOUT FINITE LIMIT IS MADNESS": DWI
May be, you shouldn't go that far dude..Gokul.
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| NK |
Posted
on 31-Jul-02 10:39 AM
Gurudev Gokul,
I did not say this last night but I laughed so hard when I read your response, my daughter in the other room started to cry out for her mama. I liked your intrepretation of the Poem no. 1 too. And it was much closer to what had been thinking compared with the I-95 poem. But you did capture the feeling of destruction, banality, coldness and just another death of a "skunk " of that poem. I think this poem was much more metaphorical (or at least I intended to) than other two poems.
By the way what is >vedanta's nirvikalpa samadhi?< Not that i know much about nietzche's eternal occurance either but still...
When is the critique of Poem no. 3 coming?
a lot of questions mark jee, ke garney? kabita khali english ma matra lekhna aucha. Bizzare, eh?
and ugly duckling, I think you are right. almost 100%.
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| Gokul |
Posted
on 31-Jul-02 10:56 AM
Thutuno ra mutuno sadhain jogayirakhnu hai naati...- Mero loving Baje
Poem #2
The poet has successfully taken the role of the interpreter of (White House) maladies. This poem beautifully depicts the moral decadence (not to mention political turmoil) the White House was facing during the infamous trial of Clinton-Monica scandal. The White House officials knew that not only the president but others too were involved in amorous relationships.So they first thought that they should clean the whole White House. That is the reason "they put up the scaffold all around the white house". But they immediately realized that that was too dangerous because even the investigators could be investigated if the matter became too serious. So in the name of beauty, they narrowed their investigation and decided to focus only on a corner which was the oval office. They wanted to break the oval office.
The protagonist in this poem is Kenneth Starr. Once he started the investigation, the controversy really gathered momentum and relentless heat fell on his head. Finally he succeeded in his mission and he got his prize (cellophane wrapped food).
But he knew he too was not ascetic and at times strongly yearned for carnal pleasure.
The eternal struggle between material and spiritual (similar to Goldmund and Narcissus) is the edifying theme of this poem.
======================================
They put up scaffold
All around the white house
They strive for beauty
They are going to break a corner
Relentless heat falls on his head
Brown leathery skin gets browner
He sits down in midday
Eats his cellophane wrapped food
Head down and full of thoughts
Of his little, floral dress wearing wife.
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| Sujan |
Posted
on 31-Jul-02 09:17 PM
NK,
No need to apologize; I simply ignore such non-musing and inflammatory-type remarks. The only thing it accomplishes is depletion of server space and our time. I hope he is not your Secret Service-trained bodyguard ;o)
Since you've mentioned you were not trying to convey any one specific expression to the readers I wonder then what was your true intent other than this general notion- these poems are "about a daily observation on life and current affairs". Surely, it does have some common grounds, but at the same time are you not trying to 'express a feeling, reaction, or idea in a manner that anyone who has experienced or imagined a similar thing can understand because of a common ground that the poem creates' ?
Alice Walker, one of my favorite poets, said that "a poem can always be interpreted the way that the poet wants it to be, it is simply that sometimes that way of interpretation is less likely than others that spring from the same words. In many ways a poet who creates a poem like this had failed, but the poem itself has not, just as a person shooting an arrow might miss entirely and yet the arrow works exactly as it is supposed to and even hits something even though it be other than the target. A poem will always have a correlation to the poet, but when a poet fails the correlation is weak and the poem can seem to exist on its own, being interpreted many different ways or even just one single way differently from what its creator intended. Yet in some ways, if only one person sees the common ground that a poet intended, that poet has succeeded in communicating in this particular form of art."
Now, please interpret this the wrong way, but I’ve always thought that a poet had to create an intent, whether it is known or unknown to some extent to the readers so that some sort of common ground is developed between the poet and the reader. That is to say, what is your exact message regarding this poem-- 1400 hrs. On I-95 other than the generalities mentioned above?
In case you did not have any specific message in mind, then won't you give me another opportunity to interpret your first poem in a vastly dissimilar way than Gokul's:
The first poem translates into a complex bizarre love triangle. It is about a loving wife from Boston, who is about to stop an affair (in not-so-meticulous manner) her husband is having for the past 58 1/3 days. She had hoped that her husband would break down soon on his knees and tell her how he just slipped through her little lively fingers. It hadn't happened yet. With the passing of time she has become frantic, enraged, hopelessly heartbroken, and her feelings of insecurity is unwinding very fast. This pain is symbolized by the title '1400 hrs On I-95'. The 1400 hrs translates into 58 1/3 days, and I-95 is the longest highway in the east coast-- it encompasses a total of 1907 miles from Florida to Maine. The pain is similar to that of a homeless man who has been hitchhiking for the past 58 1/3 days on this highway trying to find a better life for himself, and along the way he has been beaten, mugged, spat upon, and thrown out of every shelter for no other reason than stealing a piece of bread. With this unbearable pain, she is determined to end this affair between her husband and this woman forever. Knowing that her husband is meeting this woman for lunch on a busy weekday at a restaurant off of I-95, she drives to the location one hour early. Once she recognizes the woman getting out of her car, she confronts her. To her surprise, the woman tells her that she is pregnant with his child. And she no longer can take this kind of hurtful words from this woman although it might be completely true. With her eyes full of tears she pulls out a Beretta from her purse, and points the barrel at the woman. The gun symbolizes the car in the poem. At first, she is not 100% about what she is about to do as it would be murder if she were to pull the trigger, hence the 98% of sureness in the poem. The sweat in the poem symbolizes her pain and suffering. And this pain and suffering is about to be ended with the gun in her hand just as sweat can be wiped off with a rag or any old brown shoe in the case of the poem. But the very thought of losing her husband makes her get a good grip on the trigger, and the focus on her eye similar to that of a hawk about to strike its prey. Her emotions ascending and her hands trembling, she can no longer reason with this woman. All she wants is to win her husband back. And the only way to do it is to get rid of that woman from this planet. With this blinding-love philosophy of a broken-hearted wife, she is ready to accomplish her task with 100% assurance. Thus, the mention of '100 km/ hour' in the poem. When we think of a 100, we usually think of a maximum possible achievement, whether it be a test score or the state of one's health. With strangers staring and her mind full of anguish and confusion, she closes her eyes and pulls the trigger. But, a strange man dashes across the two women just before she releases the bullet. When she kneels before the poor man, she realizes the stranger is her husband, who had come there to have lunch with the other woman. He was simply trying to get to his wife to explain his misdeeds. So, the 'unfortunate skunk', as the poem states, is the husband. He got in the way of the path of the bullet, which was meant for the woman. And the 'musky odor' is the smell of blood and ultimately death, so to speak. And this smell has saturated much of the front section of I-95, now full of ambulances and police cars, as the dead body lies in the lot of the restaurant just yards away.
And I don't think I have time for the other two poems, sorry. Nevertheless, I enjoyed your poems, and good luck to you, Ms. Poet! ;o)
-Sujan
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| Sujan |
Posted
on 31-Jul-02 09:21 PM
A typo-- on para. 4, I meant to say "please don't interpret this......."
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| jhoor_kabi |
Posted
on 01-Aug-02 11:05 AM
NKji,
No offence. But when I read your words, I felt this insuppressible urge to play with your words and I came up with this:
They put a dame, daft old
A-round, in a white house
They strive for beauty
They are going to corner her
Relentless heat falls, she on her head
Her skin gets leathery brown
Midday is wrapped around her
The cellophane breaks as she sits
Headless, thoughtless
She is just a floral dress
Tapainko,
jhoor_kabi
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| NK |
Posted
on 01-Aug-02 12:56 PM
JKji
I was not offended at all. If my poem inspires you to play around with words and come up with your own poem all power to you! I liked it except the last two lines. Don't know quite what. maybe the two explanatory words : headless , thoughtless. It did not fit in the rhythm of the poem i guess.
Sujan, I will try to post something on your posting tonight.
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| jhoor_kabi |
Posted
on 01-Aug-02 01:39 PM
NKji,
It is regrettable that you did not find rhythm in the last two lines. Or maybe you just didn't like what it said. Keep inspiring the works of jhoor kabi's of this world. After all, such a responsibility falls upon the more enlightened and the more gifted ones among us, the ones who are able to create as well as criticize.
Tapainko,
jhoor_kabi
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| Nepe |
Posted
on 01-Aug-02 03:22 PM
I have been trying to reply to this thread since
yesterday. Most of the things I wanted to say have
already lost their moments after an array of
dhuwandhar and bewildering
interpretation/re-interpretation/reconstruction of
NK's poems by our old gifted Kabi/darshanik Gokulji, a
new talented critic Sujan and another similarly new
talent Jhoor-kabi.
While I am glad NK remembered me amidst ongoing
illuminating interpretation of her trademark fine
modern poetry, I must confess I am not very good at
understanding English poetry without their byakhya by
someone. Yet I had fully enjoyed reading all three
poems. Structurewise they are cute ( I felt them
possessing some elements of ghazal, saying a lot in a
few words, as NK admits), contentwise pure modern and
urban (she so precisely and poignantly clarified, "I
wanted to give an air of chilliness and modernity. .
Precise and distant") and tonewise melancholous
(though the last one ends making a loop of hope, again
as NK pointed out).
As per the interpretation of fellow Sajhaites, I am
dumbfounded by the magnitude and dimensions of their
imagination. Reading Gokulji makes me believe that
this gifted man can destruct just about anything and
reconstruct a surprising piece of wonder just like
that. NK, beware of him.
Sujanji has very rich imagination and flowing
articulation. A poet is lucky to have such a reader
and critic.
Jhoor-kabi is an antonym of jhoor. He is a gifted
juggler of words.
To the rest of the folks, I am back from my kaaj bida.
I am overwhelmed by the pile of threads accumulated in
Kurakani during my absence. Have finished cursory
browsing and already sorted out some for priority
reading- Udit and Punarbaas by Biswo, stories by Deep,
the Interview by Gokul, Ashu's hot debate on quality
postings in Sajha, NK's Not So Enlightened and so on.
Had a good time in Madison. Among other things, I am
proud to tell that I had a wonderful evening at a
Nepali resturant, Sita's Kitchen. Warm company of Sita
didi, Bhinaju, her brother and her gifted musician
teenager son and not to forget complimentary free
dinner. Sita didi'd son is a member of a local jazz
band. That evening was their first show in that
resturant. Kasto sanjog !
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| NK |
Posted
on 02-Aug-02 02:01 PM
Momentum is the key in posting I think. A thread catches a momentum and if you lose it you lose your thoughts. I wanted to post after Sujan posted his interpretation and when I checked again Nepe had been resurrected! Amidst all these interpretations and what not including my dear cyber friend Nattu's threatening words, my thoughts just wandered off. I wanted to talk about Gertrude Stein (how she explains what poetry is) and Plath (her poems) and some about T.S. Eliot. Maybe some other time. But, thank you very much for showing some interest in my attempt to poetry. As Nepe said I am fortunate to have "such a critic and reader" in you all. If you do not put forth your idea then what good is it right? Sujan, you do have quite an imagination!
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| deep |
Posted
on 02-Aug-02 02:34 PM
Ma chahi kasko bhakta hun khai? Kabi ko ki Samalochak.haroko? byapak dwibidhama chhu.
Sujan ko euta paragraph dekhera ta kahali nai lagla jasto bha thyo....kasto lamo...ang nai jiringa huni...but as I started to read I did not even realized when that long long paragraph came to an end.
NK, I always thought it's easy to write poems. Write whatever you want and let the readers spend thier time understanding them. In the mean time you write another one or go see "Bisnu Pooran".
When I say it's easy to write poems, I don't mean any one can write quality poems. Yes, anyone can write a poem but it's the readers who make a poem "the poem".
You are, as always, good. I am happy to be a fan of yours (regardless of what you believe in Nirdal ya Bahudal).
I am thrilled to know that Nepe is considering reading my stories.
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on 02-Aug-02 10:50 PM
Deep thank you very much for your kind words. something just caught my eyes and I thought I should respond to that.
Mmmbop had written: I thought the poem about the mother with a lost child (celebrating his/her b'day in anticipation of a comeback) was obvious.
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sorry I must not have read carefully before. This explanation could not be further from the truth. The yellow balloon signifies a loss as you saw correctly. But why would a mother "whimper" if she is celebrating in the coldness of kitchen floor?
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on 16-Sep-02 10:26 AM
not a thing to say
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| jjjjjjj |
Posted
on 16-Sep-02 10:27 AM
not a thing to say
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| ??? |
Posted
on 16-Sep-02 12:36 PM
I don't either.
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| HahooGuru |
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on 16-Sep-02 07:03 PM
HG'S Pizzaotic Poem (No complain if you can not understand. Caret ^ is should be read as "POWERED BY". When you read it, try to find most appropriate CHHANDA and read like poem.
NK^poem
HG^Hahoo
NEPE^muktak
Ashu^Harvard
LagicalSense^Logics
Paschim^Ms.GauthaliBhurteliSaga
Paramendra^MadhesiPahadiDifferences
Sitara^ItelligenceSilence
ANepaliKT^Grammar
Siwalik^WhatNext
San^Sajha.com
Arniko^ArnikoEffect (ask NK, what is that Arniko effect).
Biswo^PRC
(some more to come ...)
some are very badly powered by wrong variable e.g.:
Ritu^GovidnaRajJoshi
NepaliThiti^IrshyaDaha
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The comment on NT comes from the her comment on "(how she jumped on Suna, is the basis for this conclusion. With her mag. of writing, she will dump me in hell. Well, if she does so, my observation surely fit her). Meanwhile, I suspect whether you are really a thiti, or just a male in Women's Nakab....
HG
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