I Walked

August 26, 2012 at 9:57 am (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)


and walked in

the noonday sun

till my clothes

turned into a river

I swam through

the heavy traffic

asking for directions

no one knew the place

I wanted to go

I walked back and reached

the railway station

with crowds swarming

all around the bus depot

the streets the restaurants

the tea-stalls

the street-food sellers’ carts

rickshaws puttered everywhere

then someone pointed out

the building

well I had passed this place

but never thought this building

could be here

it was off the street

in a cluster of several others

I was looking for a seven-storey building

and not spotting one on both sides

of the road

had walked on and on

entering its cool foyer

for a moment I imagined

how nice it would be

if I could forget myself

forget my purpose here

if the lift with its sliding iron doors

forgetting its too

could take me straight to the sky

where large white clouds were blowing

unthinking in every direction

unmindful of anything

that happened here.

– Dominic Alapat


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Chris Marker is No More!

August 4, 2012 at 4:16 pm (Cinema, Kiran David)

Sadly the great Chris Marker passed away last Sunday (29th July, 2012). Can anyone who has seen La Jete ever forget the shot of an eye opening? It is something that leaves you bleeding for the rest of your life.

Whenever I watch Sans Soliel (the film that travels through the time of Hitchcock’s Vertigo between Japan and Africa),  I wonder whether there is any point left for anyone else to even bother about making documentaries anymore!

The giants are dying one by one. And the pathetic, vomit inducing approval seeking midgets are being bred by dozens.

The cat might have vanished but grin lingers on …

By the way, according to Marker, Vertigo was the only  film that portrayed insane and impossible memory.

– Kiran David

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