I Want To Stop Counting But I Don’t Know How
I turned 36, five days ago. All I feel is lost, formless, restless.
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I turned 36, five days ago. All I feel is lost, formless, restless.
I’m a vain peacock in the most obvious way possible.
I love my hair.
A review of Christine Ambrosius’ “A Pinch of Nutmeg”
It’s the ultimate rejection of everything India thinks about dark women.
The first time time I read ‘The Last Chance Saloon’, I didn’t like what it did to me. Which is not to say that I didn’t like it.
I’ve started to figure that Performance Poetry or Spoken Word does not have to conform to specific rules. I’m choosing to interpret the form as an oral sharing of an idea, an emotion or a story. This could rhyme or not, it could involve gestures or not, could include voice…
BBC India filmed a documentary about the 2012 Jyoti Singh (Nirbhaya) gangrape. The Indian government banned it. #IndiasDaughter
At the Performance Poetry workshop I attended yesterday, we looked at some videos of performers. One of them had a few notes playing in the background and the performer speaking in a characteristic singsong, often-rhyming style. I blurted out, “But that’s rap!” The others smiled and told me that rap…
A pick-up artist wrote a book called ‘The Game’ and he may as well have called it, ‘A little negging, a lot of begging’.
Imaan Sheikh was the name on Twitter’s buzz because of a screenshot of her tweets from three years earlier.