April being the National Poetry Month, i’m going to attempt and write a poem everyday. These poems are going to be a way of liberating the self from the violence of the past, being as true and vulnerable as possible to my own self and to the others around me. These poems will be an effort to name the violence, to stop being silent about the uncomfortable, to name feelings, to not edit my speaking, my thoughts. Maybe relook in hindsight and say this wasn’t something which came out right but for now, just speak from darks and depths.
And as Andrea Gibson says, “…Given that cycles of violence are inherently dependent on lies, given the lie-machine of this current administration, the necessity for truth-telling right now resonates with me deeply. I’ve been trying to keep a close eye on my censors, looking hard at whatever tends to muzzle my sincerity in each moment. The more I get real with myself and others the more I’m aware that many of my beliefs and ideas vary significantly from not just those of people I’m used to disagreeing with, but also from those of my friends, mentors, and heroes. And while that’s scary at times, I think it’s mostly exciting… that there is something in each of us we have learned from no one but ourselves, and what might be possible if we all started uncovering what that it is, and sharing it, honestly, for the good of this spinning planet.”
#napowrimo2017
Day 1. on paper, a home means nothing
Day 2-i. the phallus refuses to be erased
Day 2-ii:. her sari will be my skin
Day 3. लोचन | lochan
anthology of thirst... 