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I haven’t posted since I left India, and that was already a long time ago.  I needed time.  Thanks for checking back after so long.  I also needed to finish my project, which finally got turned in to the printer.  When it is released, I’ll post a digital copy on the blog.
Now I’m going to start revisiting the writing that I did on my typewriter in Kolkata, typing it in to the computer so that it can go with me forward.  I don’t even remember writing a lot of it.  Little of it is dated.  And I’m going to post some of it here.  It is unedited and may not be very good.  Beginning with this poem: [a kaida is a tabla rhythm)

Where my self did take myself
a thought lie in rot
rebirth to take or not
what ought to have been lost
was lost.

I only seek to submit
to myself the only place
of deposit what once was ash

I follow myself
shackled on empty nights
or shallow fun
neither that will yield
what shall forever be veiled
the opposite now unknown
until time definite
ends my now.
The weeks cycle on
each day blends in
to the now remains
reclusion and rhythm
kaidas code seconds selfishly
until leaving, that fierce
inevitable rupture,
the step that will close this chapter
As my fingers get faster
speed through kaidas going faster
devour themselves in it
devour themes in ink.