nostalgia is

not the logic for the object of memory, but always for our younger self's direct finger-tip touch & presentment



-a patronising matronising of the past. does not the past have its' rights


the inanimate presumably does not remember its avatars as the animate. perhaps the animate in its silence can remember what it means to be the pure flowerhood, flow-line of the river, a horizon's darkening, a galaxy's past

blog sutras

folklores of the farthest future, unite, invade the present, take us over, somersault us over, let our stomachs regurgitate all all pasts, let there only be a dizzying flat horizon-talness infinity of the present spreading its tentacular nerval electron-i-cities wider and away and inside into the grand (to a billionth, or nano, power) child's gut and spinal song of opened outward surging meta-electronic post brainal multi galactic money


a dream i had, recently: mayawati as seshnag, fist on chin at pralaya/ floating in a sea of statues in hardbeating rain that made the ocean roil over & over gurgitating her & her statues up & up into the painted clouds, vedic moments are made of such

post hindooo

puranic not vedic hinduism