I’ve been listening to some music that I think will make a difference in the coming ages of development… I've tried to make a short list of the best i've explored so far...

1. Gillian Welch
2. Nick Drake
3. Jeff Buckley
4. Josh Ritter
5. Ryan Adams
6. Jonathan Rice
7. Talk Talk
8. Alexi Murdoch
9. Iron and Wine
10. Vashti Bhuyan
11. Patty Griffin
12. Massive Attack
13. Damien Rice
and lastly... no. 14 - James.. they are like U2 with out the ego.!!

p.s. Sorry , could not keep it short.

I never understood why when you died, you didn't just vanish, everything could just keep going on the way it was only you just wouldn't be there. I always thought I'd like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I'd like it to say 'figment.'

- Andy Warhol.

India : dulce et decorum est

Part I.

What is that song you protest?
Who was the painter you paid?
To paint pretty golden coins for your collection;
After the morning sun is down
Below the gulfs of a country born
Whilst the world was sleeping.

India, when will you treat your mirrors with respect?
India, When will your children treat with you with hate not love?
Or did they do so just yester night?
I told you how the books I read were in bad English,
Bad context,
And bad taste.
India , I told you I threw away every novel where you were critized.
India, all I have to offer you are words,
If I’m a little richer, maybe some scotch.
I know you don’t drink, they tell me you don’t smoke either
But then, why India, does your health fail you so often?
Me and my friends were all born after you
And will probably die before you,
Yet we pray for you, cry with you,
Run after you and sweat for you,
But somehow I don’t remember bleeding ,
Do you?

India,
All your states are flawed .
Your head and arms are smoldering
While your feet are submerged in water.

Part II.

Assam, when will you learn from our mistakes?
Please accept me
For then only will I know you exist.
Bengal , when will you get over your rightful superiority
That flourishes in your coffee houses?
Delhi, how rich are we?
Maharashtra, when will you get over Bombay ?
Karnataka, whats in a name?
Punjab, how many cars are too many?
How do you survive with such large hearts?
Rajasthan, when will you respect Venus?
Bihar, when will you grow tired of cowsheds and fodder?
And begin remembering what you really were.

India, why am I oblivious to the rest?
India, why do they have brown eyes?
India , how fast can you talk without losing breath?

I love you but then you always knew that.

How are the Tatas right?
Why is slavery not dead?
And did you maliciously pretend to the contrary?
India, why are your novelist entrapped within the cities?
Why can I only read Amitav Ghosh?
India, is the media conducting a pig circus?
Should we put them, on trial?
The greatest fashion trend was the death sentence,
But now its way too passé.
India, Should I write you an electronic mail?
Please don’t return to sender.
My red haired friend was right:
We are a country of thinkers not tinklers!

Part III.

India, are you unconstitutional?
Are these really modern times?
India, when will you repeal the AF(SP) Act
Please do repeal the AF(SP) Act.
Most of us really don’t like it all that much.

India , should I become a defense lawyer?
Will you cherish me more then?
India, did you vote for the Republicans or the Democrats?
Did I tell you?
I prayed for the nuke deal.
But I do abhor smoking.

India, where can I buy homeopathic medicines?
I desperately need R-49.
India, wanted to register a complaint
My local store has run out of MBAs and LLMs.
Though, I actually wanted a DSC.
India, Dr Sen just told me that the Sensex is suffering from insomnia.
Should I give it some sleeping pills?
India, lets collectively veto all fashion shows,
I find the models too striking!
Lets reinvent the dhoti.
Yes! Lets reintroduce the dhoti!
No, I’m no super patriot,
Nor am I political.

The vote banks!
That’s the real democracy.

India, have you heard Joan Baez sing
‘We shall over come’?
You should give her an honorary citizenship.

Part IV.


India! Oh India!
We are frozen between ice sheets;
Melting - the heat of the Moon!
Floating inside airwaves and neon sunshines;
Shining gold coins for memory,
Shiny silver coins for reflection.

The seasons are changing colours;
Electricity is gaining spark;
Cynicism is dying a slow death
and under water exaust fans are taking pictures,
Of gold fish and gold bullions
some where very far.

Country born; country died;
Country torn; country tied.
Country! country! country!
Yielding its weight,
along side blindfolded time.

miguel pinero.

Dedicated to those magnificent black women & their blond wigs

Black woman with the blond wig on

you're living an illusion.Think that head blanket

bought from macy's on a lincoln sale

will make the residents of forest hill

slay out a black carpet to their blond streets

because you have some blond horse hair on?

Black woman with the blond wig on

are you playing James Bond in blond

secret agent in charge of repression

congo blood?

Black woman with the blond wig on

is it your greatest desire to appear on t. v.

welcome to

I've got a secret

commercial?

"Here I was with $60 one day and all of a sudden somebody was giving me $15,000 . . . . I was being asked to lecture at Princeton, at Rutgers, at Pratt Intitute. Here I have no education whatsoever and I am working as a mentor to . . . top students . . . . What the hell am I doin’ here?"

Is the intellect only a concept?

She was a smart girl, I can vouch for that much. But how much of her did I really envision from my own mind. My minds a bitch. No, it really is. Does these funny funny things to me. Could never figure out why. I kept it busy , with books and music,lots of movies and 'intellectual' convos. All it ever did was make a mesh of things.Put one into another, wired it up, squeezed it into fallow lines, of soft age and many more irksome things and ideas.

It made me a believer of her ways. Simple, made up, passionately defended and highly honest.
I had to stop and wonder, is abstract poetry really better than the rhyming lines. Was Leonard Cohens' work ever fanthomable to Ogden Nash? I mean, honestly speaking the "intellectual" is a 12 lettered word. Now that confuses me! How much of it is actually a concept? I always believed that our pet best friend: God: is nothing save an over simplification of an cosmic concept, a phenomenon. I'm not trying to get ahead of my self here, but it made sense to me. Are we in a massive fit of self denial doing or rather pushing a concept forward into an arena that was made for much simpler times, if not more occupiable times.

The her in the former paragraphs refer to a girl we all met a few centuries ago. She walked towards us with her pregnant arms wide open. Wanting and trying, vehemently to embrace her in her ways. She liked the name reason for herself. It at times makes me trip , over a tear drop she left behind that never dried, because we all some where, sometime, denied to her her name.
And called her other names behind her back, and I found out just a few moments past, that I too had called her a name, branded her , branded it, the intellect.

____Go!

"But then they danced down the street like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"

No word nor sigh ever meant more to me that these words of Kerouac, here he is explaining the essence of the Beat generation.
I say we should all be mad- mad as birds.
Would'nt you agree.??.

Winter walks.

"The only excuse God has is that he does not exist."

- Stendhel.