a picture and 1000 words
let the ancestors and the aliens know about it
5.16.2025
Unphotagraphabley me
2016-2021
I sat down across from you
Not knowing quite who I was
Two cups of cold coffee
You paid for both of us
Was this the beginning of our love?
I could barely hear your voice
Let alone understand you
Soft-spoken, casual, sweet
With no airs about you
Assured without being an elite
I went home and we met again
Strolling side by side together
But alone in different worlds
No thoughts of forever
a moment in time, chatting with pleasure
You called me very handsome
With not the slightest longing
Hegel appeared in between
Your Mummi brought me tea
Sublating our dialectic
“Is vale se shaadi kar”
“You ought to marry this one”
Startled you turned my way
“She doesn’t quite realize
“A guy and a girl can be just friends.”
Since our first two meets,
we’ve come a long way
especially you
leaving tears in Kolkata
on the shoulders of your kin
Who you’d supported through thick and thin
who said they’d be okay without you
who were as heart-broken as proud of you
Flowering into your own wonder woman
From the time I had first seen the budding stem
Working at home, relaxing, taking a break
From your crusade against the powerful
gaining new perspective
adapting to an election
adapting to my friends and family
dancing in your first snow
The beauty of a house
The promise of a home
A pet replacing your vision of an animal farm
stable job instead of an early sanyas
Letting me be
trusting when it didn’t make any sense to
wisdom is not having any expectations
wisdom is the sound of your voice
the care in your words
the integrity of your deeds
balancing our wants and needs
dominating and tiring of it
sitting back and learning patience
entering a world of calm
cuddling in my arms
2020 didn’t defeat us
it was our greatest year
the envy of our peers
and on we go as one
into 2021
and beyond...
Funny Valentines -no wife was a trophy
WhatWhat can I say to show you my love on this holiday, that wouldn't be cliché? Well this isn't my best, but I hope it's enough to get you through to next Valentine's.
My woman warrior
well-mannered or wicked,
depending on your audience,
whether respectable or dickheads.
The latter is attracted to you
it seems, on your crusade,
to give voice to the just and logical,
in your own way, unafraid.
On twitter and facebook
and even wordpress,
your erudite speeches flow out
as if only caressed
Responsible and caring,
helping all your friends and family,
always listening to your boyfriend,
whether on guitar or just rambling.
Staying up all night to talk,
(or is it for the memes?)
Answering my calls early mornings,
to tell me about your dreams
These distances that divide us,
Are physical and real,
but these moments that unite us,
still lay naked how we feel.
When a camera is as close
to kissing you as I'll get,
I better get a haircut soon,
I better look my best.
But I know our love is beyond
mere appearances.
Greater than 8,000 miles
Including past and future tenses.
Whatever lies before us
is bound to exceed the past.
I hope you'll always love me.
I hope you'll be my last.
RA, RA ra ra r
You've been too good to me,
my woman warrior,
for all the world to see.
Love,
manas
can I say to show you my love on this holiday, that wouldn't be cliché? Well this isn't my best, but I hope it's enough to get you through to next Valentine's.
My woman warrior
well-mannered or wicked,
depending on your audience,
whether respectable or dickheads.
The latter is attracted to you
it seems, on your crusade,
to give voice to the just and logical,
in your own way, unafraid.
On twitter and facebook
and even wordpress,
your erudite speeches flow out
as if only caressed
Responsible and caring,
helping all your friends and family,
always listening to your boyfriend,
whether on guitar or just rambling.
Staying up all night to talk,
(or is it for the memes?)
Answering my calls early mornings,
to tell me about your dreams
These distances that divide us,
Are physical and real,
but these moments that unite us,
still lay naked how we feel.
When a camera is as close
to kissing you as I'll get,
I better get a haircut soon,
I better look my best.
But I know our love is beyond
mere appearances.
Greater than 8,000 miles
Including past and future tenses.
Whatever lies before us
is bound to exceed the past.
I hope you'll always love me.
I hope you'll be my last.
Raa rwaaar Rwaaar RA
You've been too good to me,
my woman warrior,
for all the world to see.
Love,
manas
Wait for me?
Portico Gharana
"For how much longer will those retributive, distributive, vindictive, and malicious bad actors continue to fornicate with the Truth. For, I announce now as I always have tried to tell you, The Truth is not an easy road, nor is it straight and narrow, nor will you get there with blinders on your ears, or scents in your nose, or off-white walls, whitewashed with lead, plumbum, real Maldova Milk Bar like…yes, Thievery is the absolute crime in some places, as is adultery, but we not everywhere in every culture in every place, but certainly we do Forget we not. We forgive, but to do that, first requires absolute Punishment, - not to kill the head of a person, to decapitate Trumpish leaders of state would be far too unrequited of a sentence for him; for he, a sentence far longer, a city of bricks pummeling the vicious Anti-Semite, the vicious Semitic Exceptionalism, the One who stands idle waiting for the chance to Come, the one who jumps the queue and becomes all over the food, too. These are the ones whom we must especially be wary of, because, as One of us has known for a long time, coming, - Cops are Real, Bastards are Real, The Vicious slaughterhouse animals are real, people as leaders are real, Policemen and women are individuals, too, with sympathy and empathy and the things their eyes have seen, but that’s for another day- syndicates and hit men, and bossy sisters, and magicians, mathematicians playing with abstraction in a Real world, musicians adding film to tradition, breaking free of sedition, extolling the virtues of the Missing, rising up from down South to The Santa Fe Mission, completing each challenge without fear of death, fighting the war to End All Wars, finally, with the help of the technology we long ago lost thru deliberate desecrations of the Human Story. With every burnt book, with every burnt record, burnt page, burnt human, burnt woman, child, elder, son, daughter, step-son, step daughter, any type of family condition you may inquire into…there remains to be seen a pyromaniac who in the words of John the Balloo (John William Hargrove[s]), “Some people just want to see the world Burn” with ‘Gleeful Aplomb'. These mafia and military brats consigning us all to the scrap heaps of history are only defeated by Reason, Justice, Knowledge, And the True Faith in the Self-determined Capacity to Overcome all Odds, to not gamble with the one roll of the die you may have, to not jest in the face of Deaths eternally, and certainly never to jest in front of the mirror formerly known as life. Power over glory, combinatrixed by money over wealth, taxation without representation, but representation without Overtness, wakefulness - nay - I say Wakeful-ness, to honor the dead, the dying, the sick, the maligning, the malignancies, and even the child molesters in our midst…but in the words of Jay Electronica: “Always call a spade a spade”, it is what it is, it will be what it will be, and we are right in the middle, filling it up, filling it in, drawing solace from the crumbs of billions of generations of bones hidden beneath the catacombs of the Parisian tourist homes, the stratagem of Monsters whom have not let go of their trauma paths through war zones for 100s and 100s of years, when a study of History on Wikipedia or any other credible free and collaborative source would remember us that we do not hide from the Enforcers, we do not dodge bullets, but only when it is a matter of life and death. And it is very serious right now. Our planet is sick, children are dying, towers are being blown up, people are dying. People are dying. People are dying. In the name of Love, one kills another, one ought to lose one’s ability to love, however, what would that bring but more cruelty to follow, a celebration of celibacy on the other hand would prepare us for new lands, conversation of resources, abstinence from the passions of the Soul, and management by the bros, the ol’ pals, the hot-or-not hoes, the pimps from (H?)Oconee, the slave drivers of the Tearful Trails…I’ve been wanting to say this for a long time, but…We are all responsible. We’ve been responsible our Whole Lives. There are no more bahana yaar. Mansion Bahane yardies hain. However…Some are comparatively worse than others…And, and,.. to Defeat Evil once and for all, we must return to the pitch of that ball that ousted so many’s joy, property, wealth, ingenuity- that affliction that experimented with Life, with all of the ones I know in the Laboratory, the Scientific consensual establishment, providing consent to murder in excess of trillions by now, Animal life, not without a soul, instead of .. . .. learning ways to communify with the ones who here extol. For whom the Bells Toll? I do not know. I do not know. But I toll for me. And as we throw it all away to drift back to our mines…you can see me at the QT eating toequitoes from Vietnamese heros of Mine Time, training mosquitos to be kind, finding and escorting your own for a good time #Usher. I stand upright like the statue of my Dream, My Best friends, exploited by the media while the media is what we have made after the elders did what they did with us, before we were 3 feet tall, the length of a pillow on a Queen-Sized mattress. #Constructivist #Legendary #Lyrical #Quizzical #and with that folks, #WeCutTheirLyricalUmbellicals,their capacity for miracles, their agency for terrible, horrible, messianic bullshit and esoteric frizzle hair, shallow Hal 9000 = I am just a messenger. Ask Him yourself.” Or better yet, ask Your Self, … whoever you Are? And who has all the Chips? They are for eating after all!
Dearest Ra,
What can I say to show you my love on this holiday, that wouldn't be cliché? Well this isn't my best, but I hope it's enough to get you through to next Valentine's.
My woman warrior
well-mannered or wicked,
depending on your audience,
whether respectable or dickheads.
The latter is attracted to you
it seems, on your crusade,
to give voice to the just and logical,
in your own way, unafraid.
On twitter and facebook
and even wordpress,
your erudite speeches flow out
as if only caressed
Responsible and caring,
helping all your friends and family,
always listening to your boyfriend,
whether on guitar or just rambling.
Staying up all night to talk,
(or is it for the memes?)
Answering my calls early mornings,
to tell me about your dreams
These distances that divide us,
Are physical and real,
but these moments that unite us,
still lay naked how we feel.
When a camera is as close
to kissing you as I'll get,
I better get a haircut soon,
I better look my best.
But I know our love is beyond
mere appearances.
Greater than 8,000 miles
Including past and future tenses.
Whatever lies before us
is bound to exceed the past.
I hope you'll always love me.
I hope you'll be my last.
Ra, Ra, Ra
You've been too good to me,
my woman warrior,
for all the world to see.
Love,
manas