Monthly Archives: July 2010

top of the world. poems from leh. this too is hip hop

dear readers,

the himalayas will make you think twice about your life, hence the philosophical type poems in this post. these brown peaks, white dusted, as tall and as far as the sky. im going to take a break from the internet (gasp, blogger sacrilige, i know) and just breathe as deep as possible through these last few days in india. my other country. enjoy these pieces, will holler back in around 10 days.

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they say to to love
the questions
ask what is love
then seek its strong wings
give flight to
the questions
set them free
to form answers
in the shape of nests

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listen to the water
and what she says
press the palms
of your feet
together
spread your knees
like mountains
listen to the river flow
between her
the fiend her
fire strikes chords
against the horizon

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lucky
i didnt drown today
lucky
i still catch poetic wreck
lucky
i have your love today
lucky
i flow an abstract wet

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i got the pumas with the fat laces
cuz it was either that
or type swift
down the memory
hot from ephemery
your love it lets me
go

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if i was with friends
would i be different
would i be more relaxed
less tolerant
more or less
special
more or less
respectable
would i be between
more or less
love
is it another or others
who validate me
paleolithic reality
a female hero
is something to be
peace to red alert
and kid capri

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peace from clear skies and stars as big as eyes,
roopa
the political poet

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on oscar grant: time for more questions than answers

dear readers,

when i talk to people in india about america, i don’t forget to tell them about how much state control and violence we bear.

a long series of police assasinations continues to unfurl across the united states. just as slavery morphed into imprisonment, hangings or lynchings have turned into government sanctioned public shootings.

these shootings, increasingly bold-generally aimed at the young, the black, the male-tend to galvanize a cross section of communities. activists, artists, targeted families and neighborhoods. there are press conferences, rallies, marches, riots even. most of this response will go under or un-reported.

but within the galvanized communities, a core group of community organizers will make the relevant police assasination their number one priority night and day. the organizers are on constant alert, aiming for almost military like tactical prowess, ready at the drop of a text to awake in the middle of the night and protect a march or confer a press conference. the dedication is commendable.

as of late, amongst organizers and their followers, ideological connections will be made, verbally and visually, between the most recently lynched and the oppression of palestine. while in law school at uc berkeley, i used to cringe at all the carbon copy yuppie bumper stickers declaring, “free tibet.” what rubs me the wrong way is the grabbing for a distant cause when there are freedom issues a few blocks down telegraph ave, not to mention the fact of contested sovereignty within the home, within the self.

why risk the obvious grab? it’s as though there are favorite teams being rooted for, but these teams are countries, causes to be thrown together like brands at the world cup. amongst my bay area connects, im seeing facebook profile pics of a poster showing oscar grant’s face with the words justice in oakland and palestine, justice for oscar grant and palestine. i wonder. to what end is this association being made? from where is the instinct to link local causes to palestine? palestine, out of all oppressed nations and peoples, almost exclusively.

perhaps, as the most tapped out consumers in the world, u.s. organizers are more programmed to brand than we are comfortable acknowledging. what happens to the social justice equation when we think of ourselves as branding causes, nations, people? an initial look might reveal trends in naming. who gets named individually and why, are intestering questions. what nations are elevated to name brands of the movement? what peoples or nations are rarely named, despite mass oppression?

this post is in the name of questioning, which is at times more important than answering. even for community organizers, who for personal and political reasons, feel compelled towards solution.

hats off to those working towards justice, for all.

peace,
roopa singh
politicalpoet

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on cheating: the love doctor makes a house call from india

dear readers,

my hair is still drying from doing yoga on the roof in the rain, monsoon cleans out the brain, here in ahmedabad the peacocks be calling my name. you can call me the love doctor. you’ve seen me here before. this post is on cheating.

from a umich site, click for original link

being in india means everyone wants to school me on what it means to be indian, they think because i was born and raised in the states, that i know nothing about humara sanskar, our traditions. they don’t realize that traditions are specially preserved in the diasopra. like snapshots, slices of love that last.

no matter where you’re from, if you believe in love, faith is an issue you are bound to encounter. traveling through india, i’ve been staying with mad different couples. i recently stayed with an adorable couple in their late 30’s, who seem happy. but even a few hours with the husband revealed that he cheats chronically. truth be told, he would have fucked me in his own home, wife and kids there and everything, i could see the eager in his pose. made me sick.

this fellow feels a right to play his wife, he has convinced himself that everybody does it, i think he actually believes that he and his wife have an agreement. of course, he’s never had the balls to tell her straight up whats going on. of course, she’s known all along. you could tell by the way she bends him in half with guilt, see the glare off the hilt of her squint, she’s watching him talk to me. his phone is ringing off the hook with abbreviated names: 10 missed calls from “so,” 5 unanswered texts from “r.” along with the names cut in half come spirits severed. mainly, he is cheating himself.

i recently came across a concept: deathlessness. the state of un-decay. the choice to live in every way. only so much time in a day. so why waste it on such hypocrisy. while you are building a barricade of lies around your soul, your body is growing old, your spirit covered with mold. so what are you scared of. what do the lies protect you from? yourself?

when i was a young girl, i had to protect myself, but i didn’t know how. so i dug a moat around the castle of my body, a moat of flesh, fat. my body had decided for me that we would take this measure to protect ourselves. it didn’t work. so now, i’m letting it go. my castle deserves to be seen. plus, i want to be deathless in my life practice. i dont want to hide anymore. i feel like people who cheat are also hiding. they are guided in conscious and unconscious ways by the urges of their body to wrap themselves in lies. meanwhile, they watch their lives pass them by, wondering why their dreams get unzipped like their flies.

im not saying don’t cheat. im not trying to judge. im just saying, if you are hiding and you no longer know why, maybe its time to try something new. like cleaning yourself out from the inside of your soul to the outside of your body. i’m doing it, you can too.

stay tuned for more, from india.

peace,
the love doctor

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