Monthly Archives: January 2007

Money, money, money. Never has it been so sad, so true. But he wouldn’t hear of it when young because God, he thought, would take care of his needs. She stares at him like a useless mule who must be … Continue reading →

I It was so damn easy: He thought he’d suffer that nervous breakdown all infantile lovers are prone to; he didn’t have to guzzle down gin at sleazy bars & wear on his arms the tattoos of loss & grief; … Continue reading →

What, he asks, would be the saddest song that doesn’t make you weep but leaves you empty & breathing heavily as though the world has spun you like a top… Is it Sinatra’s, Tagalog’s – Balladeers who pull you out … Continue reading →

The little people giggle among themselves about Bossing’s work ethic & intrinsic qualities: Yes, he knows his metier Yes, he plays the game well No, he’s not aloof No, he’s one of us Afterwhich they repair to their subaltern chores … Continue reading →

The wind doesn’t stir. Leaves hang like bats from branches. Voices freeze in the air. Eyes dumbly stare in the wasteland of his heart. Nothing moves. Everything stays where they are as if time has stopped & he, a distance … Continue reading →

We hear conversations in the dark. We see the images of fear & intimacies. We know somewhere someone erases/draws the line. We feel language cannot pin down what is. We think we can play the game out. We are at … Continue reading →

Definitions I Informer He’s a master of disguises: A plumber, a carpenter, a student, a teacher, a land-owner, an oligarch. He can be anywhere anytime to find out how things could be fashioned according to his own state of mind. … Continue reading →

His forefinger settles on the button, but quickly lifts it off, as though singed. Occasions when he desperately needs to hear a voice, electronic or real to fill the overwhelming void: But only the roar of buses & chatter of … Continue reading →

Orbiting in space, secure in the limitation of his synthetic suit, he looks down on the blue earth & for the first time feels the primeval silence in his head: So this is how it was in the beginning when … Continue reading →

The obit stares him in the face: The guy, ex-activist & ML detainee & of late successful businessman has suddenly passed away as if there was an urgent call like in those underground years… A confrere shut himself off in … Continue reading →