can I have some more says oliver can I go to school says malala can I not says calvin The collective no Shaping the course Of the river Of a tomorrow The naysayers and not Will never see. © neelthemuse,2012
Monarchies turned to democracies. Look where that got the poet…..do you agree? they gloat on the words, become fat, when their heads roll off, see the words roll as well, off the troubadour tongue, catch them pearls- What? The oyster again. alphabets retreat, retreat, relegate, like once upon a … Continue Reading Relegated
When the children grow…. Eyes still embrace like a Madonna The touch of your skin longing fills My boy Can you grow like a seed, gradual? Progress like a breeze, no storms yet, They can wait, living can wait Let me play my role It has only … Continue Reading Boy
It is not that I’m ignoring you, my reader. Of course not. I think of you all the time. It is all i do. In fact it is ever since I started this blog that I decided that besides writing for magazines and doing book reviews, I needed to write … Continue Reading Empty
The media is full of shocking reports- innocent people are tortured everyday. Some as political prisoners, some as victims of abuse in their own homes. A recent story about a sculptor who was tortured added to the millions of stories of people trapped in the wrong place at the wrong … Continue Reading when the sculptor dies, don’t we all?
I listen to music not too often- I have fixations with certain songs I listened to a long time ago and when I do hear them again, this happens… i was looking for you tapping feet lilting heads lifting smiles turning shadows into sunbeams opening windows and doors in heads … Continue Reading when the old song comes
Well a poet can rant (remember hair fall?). I read somewhere that the creative process is really about how well you can express your likes and, in equal measure, your dislikes. It so happened once upon a time that I got a free voucher from a beauty salon cum skin … Continue Reading Dirty Dermatologist
This interview is with Simon Banks, a poet who is a repository of knowledge. Simon Banks, recently retired from working for local government and the voluntary sector, lives in Harwich, South-east England, by the sea and the River Stour. His poetry has appeared in various hard-copy and on-line magazines. What made … Continue Reading Simon Banks: The Poet of the Archetype
I was lucky enough(considering how little I watch movies) to watch a brilliant movie called No Man’s Land a few days ago about a man stuck on a land mine. Yesterday a little girl in India fell down into an open borewell and died. It’s the Indian version of the … Continue Reading Digging
Natural calamity is hard to understand- it turns perceptions upside down. You must have seen the footage of the tsunami-struck Japanese dock that migrated to the Oregon coast. If you haven’t, you can read about the traveler dock here. For me the theatre of the absurd is very much life … Continue Reading Oh so it’s the other way round?
Like I promised in my post Can’t, I will be doing some interviews with bloggers I know and don’t know about what writing poetry implies, particularly in the blog format. I’m happy to start the series with Caddo Veil. She’s a prolific haiku writer and quite a regular blogger. I … Continue Reading Caddo Veil: The Haiku Blogger
The big picture is always difficult to understand. While many of us bloggers sit in the comfort of our homes trying to make sense of the world through glass houses and in our case screens- the ipad, kindle, laptops, there are many caught in the middle of mind numbing tragedy. … Continue Reading So what are you going to do about the mummies Mr Penguin?
I’ve been thinking a lot about poetry and how it should be published. As part of that thinking I’m hoping to post some interviews by fellow bloggers and poets on their views about what poetry blogging implies. Have you ever had a poem that you really love as though … Continue Reading Can’t
Yes, I admit I’ve been on the move quite a bit and now am back home. Is traveling without continuous access to technology a good thing for a blogger of poetry? Bad and good- as poems have to come out of zero expectation. At least for me…. when I … Continue Reading Spaced Out
What do you do when Theroux and Pico Set their geographic compass in you? Traveling has been part of my childhood- I traveled home from the Persian Gulf to India. So vacation has always been about returning to a place that is your own, a landscape, a set of smells, … Continue Reading Dreaming of Ghana