Of boxes and taut strings….
Back in Bangalore, with a trove of pictures, but first on, wanted to share these two small vignettes of playing for an interesting, appreciative audience two nights ago…..
The juju was strong and I felt the force… ;-0
very key weeks coming up here all around us. I feel the urge to leave India for a while. Everything here is pulling down, down, drowned in telivision lie-nets….
In the us of a, the shut-down drama continues, in the middle east, people continue to die to fulfill the bizarre dreams and machinations of someone clearly de-ranged.
Pondering the ephemeral nature of it all, so strange that a nation is a nay-shun and a state is just a condition of being, temporary.
We are witnessing the forced take-down of what we have been most closely tied to these past 150 years, our nation-hood.
Patriotism and matriotism, in the blender and down the drain. Failed stats abound and why not, for all they are/were are experiments in the efficient control of chattel, no better or worse than human cattle…
The Pen (are you feeling pen-t up?, is the horse in it’s pen?) IS mightier than the sword.
If you cannot break out, break in…..there is a side door in that tunnel.
Hugs all around….