These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination... Rabindranath Tagore

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past...F. Scott Fitzgerald - The Great Gatsby

We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.
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On the way to the river are the old dormitories, used for something else now, with their fairy-tale turrets, painted white and gold and blue. When we think of the past it's the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that.
--from Margaret Atwood - The Handmaid's Tale

Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another's skin, another's voice, another's soul.
- Joyce Carol Oates

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Broken Lines...


Broken Lines by James Hunt (2014) - Smashwords e-book - Kindle



summer heat

drowning in
the sweat of
panic

broken lines
broken routine
broken senses
broken dreams

summer mirage

parched
common wisdom


she fed them hate
she fed them fear
she fed them the answers
they wanted to hear




MY GOOD READS REVIEW
Broken LinesBroken Lines by James Hunt
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

If you like a book that bulldozes through brisk bursts of action, then this book has possible appeal. No dallying around character sketches, getting to know what makes them tick...Let's just get into and get on with the action...

The summer sun was brutal. Even the asphalt was sweating.

This is a hot world suddenly cut from the power of microchip energy.

All of the cars along the highway were completely still. Wrecks dotted the road for miles.

... and that brings out desperate needs for desperate measures.

Hasty snapshot descriptions of tense atmospheres tend to evolve into tangling mixed metaphors...
e.g. There was only the silent murmur of crowds piling into the streets looking confused in the motionless city...

But wise and brave (seems to be) man Mike has plans to get his family into their jeep and off to their holiday cabin in Ohio...

I was left breathless and hungry for a bit of depth...

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Monday, September 29, 2014

An Unforgivable Secret...


An Unforgivable Secret - Amish Secrets Book 1 - J.E.B.Spredemann - e-book Kindle edition
June 8, 2013


cell phones for business
buggy making business
Samuel's 
buggy making business

and
somehow 
travelling to Ohio 
to marry Carolanne
felt so out of touch

a cell phone could have been a good connection
with Christian
his soul brother
with Hannah
Christian's Hannah
now...

but sometimes
to really value
to really know 
what you need

there is the enigmatic matter
of losing

first


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MY GOOD READS REVIEW

An Unforgivable Secret (Amish Secrets - Book 1)An Unforgivable Secret by J.E.B. Spredemann
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Hannah, Samuel and Christian lived in the folds of the Amish community. But all three reached out and touched other worlds, other traditions, other lives beyond the comforts of Amish routines. Their minds and their hearts were challenged, viciously challenged till each struggled to return to some form of peace in Amish realities. One stepped further.

A book that awakens religious, cultural and moral questions and offers the reader the opportunity to seek personal answers, to affirm personal faith in inner strength.


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Friday, December 27, 2013

The Promised Land


The Promised Land - Sushma Joshi - in ITCH - Journal of Creative Expression - Issue 6 - 29th June 2010.
December 16, 2013 I was moved to see all the Mandela memorial events this week. And it reminded me that I'd had a story published in ITCH, a South African journal, in 2010. So, in his memory and with South Africa on my mind ...


beyond today

Umesh Acharya, only son of an illustrious family of judges and diplomats, inheritor of lavish acres of land in Banepa, and owner of two centrally located Kathmandu apartment buildings, decided to leave for America a week after his marriage...


beyond the valley of home

But Umesh, who had watched all his friends leave Kathmandu one by one...


could the light be brighter

if he attended community college for a year and improved his grades, he could transfer to a better college...


could I learn more

Umesh reached Ohio in the middle of September.



but the leaves are turning

Welcome to America," he said, taking out Umesh's Samsonite suitcases and dragging them into the narrow, carpeted hallway. It smelled of old cats.


the warmth is dying

"Its expensive to live alone, so all eight of us in the college share the rooms," Abhisekh explained


we cannot be what we were

All of us work these kinds of jobs. Remember Kundan-Sir?" "Our physics teacher?" "That's right. He is stacking boxes at a supermarket right now in New York. Remember Suresh? He was a batch behind us?" "What about him?" "He pumps gas at a station in Idaho." "I don't believe it," was all Umesh could say. "Remember Ranay?" Abhisekh continued pitilessly. "Ranay who wanted to be a doctor?" "Ranay works at an Indian restaurant now, waiting tables. He dropped out of college and is illegal."

we cannot become
more than we were

Was this the America that all his other friends had gone to, or had he arrived at a special nightmare version?


we have lost 

'Have I come thousand of miles and paid ten times more for an education that was worse than a public college in Kathmandu?' he thought. 


I have lost

"The Promised Land," said somber ochre letters outside the funeral parlor where Purna dropped him off.

I can only
light

the ashes


MORE BY SUSHMA JOSHI
Shelling Peas and History Lessons - Mascara Literary review


NOTE
I intercepted her words with side-track poetry
which becomes my review

Thursday, December 26, 2013

The End of the World


The End of the World - Sushma Joshi. 8 short stories. 2008.


the sweetness of
guavas
could not save Nepal
from Civil War
1996-2006

Marxism
Communism
loomed

and in the south
even in Calcutta
the British Empire
was under siege


in a world of black monsoon clouds streaked with silver

in a black world of Maoist blockades
without the silver

somehow
thoughts of world ends
spelt
a special kind of

freedom
from

foreign cheese



NOTE
Cheese is the first short story in this collection.
It spins a surprising tale of cheese from Switzerland.
Gopi dreams of tasting this cheese for the first time.
For many years he dreams, but then, when the moment comes
it felt almost as if it wasn’t him who had eaten it — it had eaten him. p.23


MY GOOD READS REVIEW

  The End of the WorldThe End of the World by Sushma Joshi
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

The End of the World is the title of one of the 8 short stories about late 20th century Nepal and those who live there. But, as the title of the whole collection of stories, it suggests that each story symbolises some kind of ending in progress - without the relief or satisfaction of closure. The people struggle with new tastes - Cheese, unravelled friendships - Betrayal and the dark side of power - Law and Order. The monsoon season could almost be a welcome distraction. There is little time to get to know any characters. There is just the ragged moment mirroring little sign of fulfilment. The collection could represent a negative view of this world, struck down by shifts in political circumstance. But then there is the enigma that we hope, we keeping hoping that such chaos of personal identity and purpose must tire, must end sometime.

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MY AMAZON REVIEW
Cameo Dramas in Nepal 
Imagine when cultures collide in political mayhem, what chaos and confusion follows, the emerging questions of right and wrong and the sticky web of values. These short stories are like an inside glimpse of a remote mountain country smudged by the modern world. The characters are like lost souls wandering some wild future desert, seeking some comforting sign of who they are and what they could be. Who can possibly imagine that cheese from Switzerland could become a prize, a gift, a quest, a nightmare. The first short story leads the way into the lives of disillusioned Nepalese. For those of us who know little of the ways and cultures of the people in this high country, there is simply not enough in each story to appreciate the how's and the why's of these worlds.

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

A Christmas Carol


A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens. 1843


Darkness is cheap, and Scrooge liked it. 

Scrooge took his melancholy dinner in his usual melancholy tavern 

He carried his own low temperature always with him

 he iced his office

 and didn’t thaw it one degree at Christmas.




not many knew
that the rich Scrooge
was once a poor child
a lonely child
trapped in a colourless world


joy
friendship
love
were meaningless ghosts

he himself had
no meaning


he could be a ghost


he could not connect with
ghosts


Scrooge the cold child became the cold man
absorbed in wealth
not spending it
not giving it
just
hoarding it


but this year
the ghosts of Christmas
would awaken
what he could have been
what he could be

he faced his own ghosts

they awakened his heart
they found rest
and stirred
his spirit


 the secret of finding joy
is giving joy


 
NOTE
Images adapted from Works of Charles Dickens. Avenel Books. 1978.





MY GOOD READS REVIEW
 A Christmas CarolA Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens My rating: 5 of 5 stars

It is easy to get caught up in the colour and mystery and intrigue of the Christmas ghosts of A Christmas Carol. But I have read this story - usually at Christmas - a number of times. For once, I found myself pouring over the Christmas past - the 19th century London Scrooge as a lonely child, little more than a ghost himself. Somehow the older, selfish monster that he became was a sad reflection of why - perhaps a sad reflection of why many today still lock out the Christmas spirit. The story is an enchanting carol, celebrating a possible transformation from ghost to spirit.


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Monday, December 23, 2013

A Tale of Two Cities


A Tale of Two Cities - Charles Dickens. 1859.


...Guillotine. 
In front of it, seated in chairs, as in a garden of public diversion, 
are a number of women, 
busily knitting... 
 Dickens, Charles A Tale of Two Cities (p. 233). Public Domain Books. Kindle Edition.



Therese Defarge
bold leader of the knitting sisterhood
missed the game
today

but let me begin at
the revolutionary
beginning

it was
the best of times to see
the worst of times

Madame's benefactor
(her damaged sister)
paid The Ferryman

and Madame 

was able to watch the game
right from
the preliminary finals




She
was there
to muse
when Doctor Manette
emerged from his tower prison

She
was there
to plot
when spies
spied

She
was there
to grind her own axe
when the doctor's daughter
cried for her Charles Darnay
imprisoned
wrongfully 
for treason

She
was there
to turn
sweetness
sour

She watched many games
and played along with them

but
She missed
the grand final

the grand moment
when Sidney Carton
 idlest and most unpromising of men,
 took the place of Darnay
on the scaffold
and rose to glory

She
missed
her final revenge

the switch of
fate

too busy with
her own




NOTE
Images adapted from Works of Charles Dickens. Avenel Books. 1978.


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MY GOOD READS REVIEW
A Tale of Two CitiesA Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Many years ago, I had to read this book as a school text. I was in Year 7 at the time. I remember being mesmerised with the knitting theme (knitting round a guillotine haunted me) and totally disenchanted with Lucie Manette, the Doctor's daughter. For some reason, I thought of Shakespeare's Desdemona - syrupy and tragic, bearable but not totally warm and likeable. All these years later, and my views haven't changed, but I have noticed other features in this story. Dickens is adept at personifying the weather and the countryside. The personifications subtly add tone and mystery and depth to unfolding dramas. He shaves off a few layers of character and storyline and then moves on. So frustratingly delightful. And he is also adept at seeing beyond external characters. Sidney Carton, the ugly, insipid loser of the whole narrative, becomes a tragic hero of grand proportion. I read the whole book in two sessions over two days. It still enchants.

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