Posted on March 31, 2007 by gautami tripathy
Posting this too for Sunday Scribblings’ Deepest, darkest. This is another version of the same photo, I had put up in the previous post, Stranger in the Mirror. Here I put up smaller version of the picture for easy recall.
Vortex of Pleasure
in the deep recesses of my psyche-my ecstasy is bursting forth;dispelling darkness,welcoming light.
with an [...]
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Posted on March 31, 2007 by gautami tripathy
Posting this too for Sunday Scribblings’ Deepest, darkest. This is another version of the same photo, I had put up in the previous post, Stranger in the Mirror. Here I put up smaller version of the picture for easy recall.
Vortex of Pleasure
in the deep recesses of my psyche-my ecstasy is bursting forth;dispelling darkness,welcoming light.
with an [...]
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Posted on March 31, 2007 by gautami tripathy
Posting this too for Sunday Scribblings’ Deepest, darkest. This is another version of the same photo, I had put up in the previous post, Stranger in the Mirror. Here I put up smaller version of the picture for easy recall.
Vortex of Pleasure
in the deep recesses of my psyche-my ecstasy is bursting forth;dispelling darkness,welcoming light.
with an [...]
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Posted on March 30, 2007 by gautami tripathy
Posting this for Sunday Scribblings prompt Deepest, darkest. I had some kind of verses formed in my mind looking at this picture on google images. Infact I wrote two entirely different versions. Those suit rather well for the topic. One I post today, other I might post on Sunday. Though I saved the picture, I [...]
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Posted on March 30, 2007 by gautami tripathy
Posting this for Sunday Scribblings prompt Deepest, darkest. I had some kind of verses formed in my mind looking at this picture on google images. Infact I wrote two entirely different versions. Those suit rather well for the topic. One I post today, other I might post on Sunday. Though I saved the picture, I [...]
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Posted on March 30, 2007 by gautami tripathy
Posting this for Sunday Scribblings prompt Deepest, darkest. I had some kind of verses formed in my mind looking at this picture on google images. Infact I wrote two entirely different versions. Those suit rather well for the topic. One I post today, other I might post on Sunday. Though I saved the picture, I [...]
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Posted on March 29, 2007 by gautami tripathy
As for last this time too it was on ecphrasis poetry but in a different way, that is, to try stepping inside a work of art and writing from that perspective as mentioned here. I had done that way in my last post Soul. So here I take the slant in a different way. [...]
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Posted on March 29, 2007 by gautami tripathy
As for last this time too it was on ecphrasis poetry but in a different way, that is, to try stepping inside a work of art and writing from that perspective as mentioned here. I had done that way in my last post Soul. So here I take the slant in a different way. [...]
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Posted on March 29, 2007 by gautami tripathy
As for last this time too it was on ecphrasis poetry but in a different way, that is, to try stepping inside a work of art and writing from that perspective as mentioned here. I had done that way in my last post Soul. So here I take the slant in a different way. [...]
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Posted on March 27, 2007 by gautami tripathy
smooth black surfacedarker than night,blankness for itcan only be a slight.
comes to lifewhen words form, pictures stare,curves are drawn.
yet the darkness has soul- never sold.as can only happen withblackest of blackboards.……………………………………
Another attempt to write on inanimate objects, mostly on classroom materials. One of my friends has asked me to name those as stationery series. [...]
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