Blue Polka Dot Notebook

‘how small and insufficient people can be made to feel’

how things come together, then fall apart, how memories flood in, when you reach precipice—

Capitalism is a fair and sustainable system? Damned lies.

[Bookstore in London ruined by and air-raid 1940]

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aaj ki chai is accompanied by history lessons and nostalgia for simpler days where a meeting over a cup of tea meant something in m.f. hussain’s last and most well-known feature film, meenaxi: tale of 3 cities (2004). peep m.f. hussain himself sitting at the same irani cafe tabu & raghubir yadav are at (where tabu’s booming voice frightens him just as he takes a sip).  

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Hola artemaníacos, hoy dibujamos Bambú

【शरद पूर्णिमा】

The terrible weight of objects in emotional space-time: curving the geometry of our lives with their presence. Immovable fonts of memory, gravitationally rooting us to place, time, awash with inertia. Festooned with all we accumulate, we sit unable to be free. Marie Kondo says we must shed everything that no longer brings us joy. But what if we bought these out of sadness, that is, the void sucked these objects in, past the event horizon of the doorstep. The terrible blackness at the heart of it all, or somewhere in the bedroom, which pays for what we no longer need, yet must buy. Each thing calling out its provenance, dripping with symbolic meaning. Of the places we were. The people we used to be, and what we meant to each other. Now we must read into what we signify in reference to these objects. And their screaming stillness. Shake off the dust, relics! Speak, memory. Or at least whisper.

February, 2020