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Blogging from my iphone finally – no place to click like
Blogging from my iPhone not wanting it to be status update on facebook Twitter or myspace.
Not really thinking of anything clever or otherwise to write.
Writing to get the feel of typing in my blog from my iPhone as I wait for the dinner order at a restaurant.
thadaasthu
It is not the photograph
That is
Evidence
It is my memory of his memory that
I pass on to you
That is evidence
It is not the picture that tells the truth
It is your memory of my memory of his memory
That is the truth
Whether He remembers telling me
Or
Not
Whether you heard me tell it or not
I remember
It is so .
Gadwal Frenzy
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reading about knowledge producers within families….
I think about my frantic phone call home
realizing I had lost his horoscope
for getting
from the knowledge producer I knew
the one who had told me about the stars, the moon and my future…
being told my uncle was forgetting
I remember the panic when asked for his time [...]
The Bard and the Emperor
The bards they went from place to place
learning
Other
people’s stories
telling them to other people
in rhythms and tones,
tunes and pitches
that the rulers did not always comprehend
the bard had learned from all the
Others
s/he travelled far and wide
forgot
where s/he be-longed
no longer longing for any one
place
the bard did not recognize the emperor’s call
for the emperor had not called out in
hir
direction [...]
but of course it did not matter if chitragupta was female…
the conjugations…
they shifted in the telling
because no one remembered or felt compelled that the narrator’s body
had at one time given birth
since that was not significant
the conjugations in language shifted based on whether or not that was
to be signified…
so chitragupta picked up a quill
and started to write
pre-industrial woman as agent…
What’s at stake in viewing the pre-industrial woman as without agency – as a perpetual victim of patriarchy?
