Category: containment journal
day something: interviews and poems
I have long been a follower of Vivek Narayanan. One afternoon in Delhi, the poet Michael Creighton introduced me to the poetry of Narayanan and there has been no stopping since. Narayanan’s work interests me not just because of the intense craftsmanship that he has about his work. It is also how he manages to…
day 18: gehirnschleuder
The word Gehirnschleuder was suggested by my friend over a video-stream as we both struggled to understand what our brains are going through these days.
day 10: how to speak poetry
maybe we should meet as complete strangers Take the word butterfly. To use this word it is not necessary to make the voice weigh less than an ounce or equip it with small dusty wings. It is not necessary to invent a sunny day or a field of daffodils. It is not necessary to be…
day 9: the unbearable liberty of minimalism
The issue of social networks is not that it traps people’s productivity but also that should one be anything but a male/white/western/straight user, chances are that you will find your mental health affected by the indulgences these websites allow the most abusive/racist/sexist/violent of users. This is, then, not something that can be helped by going…
day 8: i have decided to become boring
Staring down the infinite scroll when you are away from home and are worried is probably one of the most awkward silences one can find oneself in. And in the last few months, given all that has happened, for better or worse, this has been a constant emotion that I have felt. So, after going…
day 7: because you are probably bored
I know that a lot of us are home right now and need to stay sane. Here’s some cool stuff that I am finding online. I will be updating it as we go: Berliner Philharmonie has a free pass. Last date to use the code (BERLINPHIL) is 31st March. International Documentary Film Festival Amsterdam (IDFA)…
day 6: love in the time of corona
It is 01:00 am. The GAPS conference has been cancelled. Things seem bleak in a way that is soul-sucking.