Monthly Archives: May 2010

on the ocean: love in the time of the spill

dear readers,

as an undergrad, i had the opportunity to sail around the world in a hundred days (or so), visiting ten countries across the global south. a chinese-american honors college advisor at u. pitt helped save my life. he had my back during the scholarship panel interviews, and in doing so, added priceless breath to a choking soul.

during my time as a swashbuckler, i sat alongside the ocean, on these steps which rose like fire escapes up, up, up the ship, wind pushing flatter my cheeks, water fresh in my eyes, welling up to meet the cleansing sea air, like this i read siddartha for the very first time, flipping my resurrection tape back and forth, side a, side b. i’ve climbed to the top of the ship and i am so high on the horizon that i can see storms like small grey bees buzzing on the horizon. i am close enough to the sky to taste the tip of cloud’s tongues, they taste of salt water taffy and fresh water womb. one time i sat with the ocean for two whole weeks without landing/docking.

and one thing i realized was that water lives for unity. the death defying unity, the sharp loyalty that water molecules have for each other, presents itself to the sailors eye as seemingly infinite undulations of salt water ocean. as much as water lives as drops and swallows, it also lives as a massive and singular body, adhered to the idea of sticking together.

i saw the ocean as a family of waters, each with their own hue, texture, ecology, spirit. where the indian ocean meets the atlantic, there bear witness to a horizon long embrace between the indian ocean, a body red, and the atlantic ocean, a body brown. they tangle in each other, melt back, dredge forth, take and spill from within each other. and on goes the exquisite mating that accompanies when ocean meets ocean. im talking about what the high seas look like.

so who are these people who would soil our oceans so in the name of profit? people and corporations who need to be stopped, checked, chin checked at the very least.

good night,
sepia

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grow: more love poems by roopstar

dear readers,

the last love poem post i did now has a few thousand hits, so i’ma hit yall off with more. and more. the song below, a heartbreaker. her eyes, his expression. bollywood, we are the true karaoke royalty. tere bina bhi kya jinaa, translation: your being, without it, what life would there be.

song starts at 3 minutes. but the speech is impassioned too. its helping me brush up on my hindi. ithNA koshish kar rehi hai ki bus poocho bhi nehi. kher, im sure it’ll be all good. :p

this one i wrote for joy
they blinded me
the rapes
they blinded me
and now every day/im steady tryna see/always on newly see/
joy
pray tell me/what does it look like/face so free
joy
pray tell me/how do you be
how do i wear you
when you always feel so brand *new*
like the connection ive been waiting on
finally came thru
joy
i want to do you *right*
at golden gate park
on bison filled night
its after the aids walk
sweaty in my reeboks
shorty she sure can talk
moon on the skin tight
breathe a little star light
thats how we kiss right
joy
when i don’t know how to do you
you’ll forgive me right
cuz i keep this shit tight
joy
when you enter me
oceans will break wide
joy, i will sing you
you’ll see

this one i wrote for shawpyRock

spending time with you
is like a prayer
ancestors dancing over
a sharpie willow home/a lair
being built on the gait
of half stallion half mare
she held out her hand
and he was there to grab it
the rebound the box out
the horse game all tied out
airs and bricks/beasts and triple 6
cenataur won/we were both concrete suns
mermaids hiding just for fun
upon our old customs
the west will be won
india teach me how
to shoot a gun
a bow and arrow
a swan a sparow
nothing to know
or fear like the scarecrow

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well dear readers, i have less than a week left in the states. thanks gods. send me good vibes, i need em!! when i’m in india i will still be posting, end of the week, thursday. unless there’s no internet and then you can be assured that the pOliticaL Poet is chillin out maxin.

peace,
roopa singh

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comedy performance tonight: roopa kills manhattan, the audre lourde project’s annual “power we have” benefit event. :)

dear readers,

fresh back from the incredible growth experience that is visiting blood family. taking the stage tonight, then starting tomorrow things will settle down a bit, i’ll have a chance to get back at everyone i need to get back at, etc. here’s the event. if you’re in town, come through, i promise a clean kill and a heart full of laughter. plus the audre lorde project rocks on and on.

The Power We Have: Because Laughter is Sexy

When: Thursday, May 20, 2010 – 6:30pm – 10:00pm
Where: @ Judson Memorial Church 55 Washington Square South (Manhattan) Accessible entrance and facilities availible

SUBWAY
R,W to 8th St.
A,C,E or F,V to West 4th
1,2 to Christopher St.

FEATURING
Comic Micia Mosely
Comic Roopa Singh

and Burlesque Performers
afroTitty
Chicava HoneyChild of Brown Girls Burlesque
exHOTic Other of Brown Girls Burlesque
and more!

Tickets
$25 sliding scale
No one turned away!