Small. Smaller than the fanned leaves of the Gingko tree. Palm of the hand small. So small, you wouldn’t believe. Terrible. I mean, you could see me, if you tried—if you wanted to—but it’s not like I’m really there or
Notes for a Play: Solitaire
A man sits by the window with a cup of tea and a deck of cards, waiting for a tuna casserole in oven 325 degrees, snow falls outside. First Deal (left to right): ten black, four black, King red, ten
Rishikesh II
The next day, the train sped across the Deccan plateau heading towards Hyderabad. In the compartment next to me were old soldiers in their 80’s, called freedom fighters by this young man who said he was a politician. His friend,
Rishikesh I
In Rishikesh the sky is split with its own light. From the ghat our flames drift down the river at dusk, stuck in eddies and circling pools, snagged in the tree roots that line the banks. The sadhus robes cover
Desire: An Elegy
The biggest problem now that you are dead is that I can talk about you. And it is unseemly to talk about you. But I have been talking. Because once I made a list of all the people I’d ever
The Landscape Cracks…
The landscape cracks and I sink into a nameless current – What can I salvage? – I imagine you swimming in a clear blue lake – If only I could move past this A lecture on biology and plasticity is
Failure in the Underground Time
At that time everyone lived in a cave underground and the burrow I found to call home hosted so many fleshy languid wayfarers that every move and thought became erotic, even walking to the fridge, now nestled against a few
Briefly About the Antinovel from Bowstring: On the Dissimilarity of the Similar
Kafka in his antinovels attempts to show the absurdity of life as a whole; nothing is alive in this world or, at least, nothing makes sense. The processes are meaningless, authorities are incomprehensible. Chancelleries and institutions have no boundaries—it is
New Elements in the Old Epic (The History of Gilgamesh) from Bowstring: On the Dissimilarity of the Similar
Let’s renew our path with examples. Gilgamesh is the hero of the Akkadian epic—of the multi-characteristic stage—who was apparently a historical figure, living nearly three thousand years before the Common Era, at a time when in the lower parts of
Forward from Bowstring: On the Dissimilarity of the Similar
I lived once by the river near Chudovo when I was a boy. It was springtime. The bird-cherry trees had finished blooming. At dusk, when the slanting rays of sunlight lit up the forest, the nightingales would start singing. They