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Kuzhur Wilson Sep 2013
My poetry, which knew it was
the cry of a lonely bird
on a solitary tree
in my village,
asked Spring its name.

Spring began to speak –

The fruit laden Vayyankatha, her thorny pangs, hijab-wearing  Guf, her minarets, Thondi  blushing red with kisses,  her moist lips, orphaned Adalodakam, Nellippuli in a polka dotted dress, Pulivakawaiting for the breeze, Anjili   head towards the south, yawning Cherupuuna, Pera with the names of grandmas scribbled on her leaves, Ilantha blowing into the hearth, Ilapongu rubbing his eyes, Irippa, Atha laughing noisily,Cholavenga in tattered clothes, Irumbakam, Padappa catching his breath after running, Pattipunna wagging his tail, bare footed Pattuthali, Thekku the noblest among them, Thekkotta, Neervalam  recollecting her last birth, Neeraal, sobbing Neelakkadambu, Pathimukam, lazy thanal murikku, Karimaruthu, Karinkura, Asttumayil, Velladevaram, Kattukadukka, the gluttonous Badam, amnesiac Vazhanna, boredVarachi, Nangmaila, Eucalyptuswith a sprained back, viscous red Rakthachandanam, saffron robed Rudraksham, Vakka, Vanchi,  Parangimaavu nostalgic of his ancestral home, Vari, Nedunaar, Marotti with a hundred offsprings, Malangara, Malampunna ,Nenmeni Vaka trying his luck in a lottery, Nelli with a sour smile.

Kadaplaavu doing sketches with leaves, Kari straying from the queue, Kattuthuvara buying things on credit, Kattutheyila boiling over, Kattupunna with a pus-oozing sore, Kumkumam putting a bindi on her forehead, starving Ventheku, Vellakadambu making a missed call, Kattadi standing aloof, her feeble hands,  flowering Ilanji, her fragrant trunk, sighing Aalmaram, Pachavattil, Pachilamaram  gossiping with the chameleon, Panachi,Pamparakumbil, Kadambu memories adorning her head, Kudamaram carrying provisions for the home,  Punnappa,Poongu, gray hairedChuruli, Chuvannakil  singing a folk song, dark skinned Vattil, Kulaku, Karinjaaval, sozzled Pamparam, Chorappayir, njama, Njaaval  tempting the birds, Njaara, Alasippooscratching his palm, Ashokam  humming a sad song.

Ezhilampala chewing on a masala paan, Peenaari wearing a tie, Peelivaka, Pulichakka with a broken leg, Pezhu demanding his wages, Kumbil, Kurangaadi, Kasukka with a dislocated elbow,Valiyakaara, Vallabham, Chavandi, stunning Chinnakil , Chittal with a failed brake, Vidana, Sheemappanji, the loan shark Odukku, Oda  on musth,fatherless Kadakonna, childlessShimshapa, Sindooram with a flushed face, Karinthakara singing the thannaaro, Vellappayir high on grass, Poothilanji showing off her blossoms, sour faced Kudampuli.

Wet in the rain Kulamaavu, Kudamaavu circling around himself, Pari from the netherworld,Poopathiri in a priest’s robe,  Poochakadambu on all fours, Kulappunna covered in a blanket, Kundalappala checking his astro forecast, Pachotti, ******* Perumaram, Perumbal  thinking of the sea, phlegm clogged Anathondi, Anakkotti, Cheruthuvara, Ilavangam, Thanni,naughty Thirukkalli,  Karappongu, embracing Kattadi, Thudali, Thelli, Kara, Malayathi,Malavirinji, shameless Kashumaavu,mud slinging Karuka, Vedinal, suicide prone Attumaruthu,Attuvanchi  who glides on the stream like a fallen shadow.

Mandaram  dressed in white, Vanna, brazen Mahagani, Karivelam doing the accounts,Jakarantha, Koombala, friendless Koovalam, Kattukamuku with his hands around friends, Kolli, Paruva,Krishnanaal with a crooked smile, Cocoa with no one to turn to, Cork,Palakapayyani, Pavizhamalli wearing necklace and bangles, a lonely Mazhamaram, Mangium, Mathalam exposing her *******, Chemmaram, Pashakottamaram, Malavembu, tearful Chamatha, Vatta, Vattakoombitired of running around, smoking Pine, Porippovanam, Kaaluvnthatherakam, Thembaavu, grinningDantaputri, Narivenga, Navathi, grumbling Mazhukkanjiram,Arayanjili,  Arayal playing a game with the wind.

Choola kissing the sizzling wind, Arinelli, Maavu reciting sadly the poem Mampazham,  Chandana vembu, Peraal stretching its back, Pulivaaka, Unnam, Naythanbakam,Karpooram in a slow glow, Naaykumbil, trumpeting Pongu, outcast Pottavaaka, bursting Poriyal, vagabond Ponthavaaka, Plaavu lost in some thought, Pootham  head covered , Ethappana  greening while yellowing, Manjadi, Mullanvenga, Mullilam lifting his dhoti to expose his genitals, Mullilavu hopping around, Moongappezhu, Neermaruthu saying enough is enough, withered Neermathalam ,Moottikkay, Ithi, Ithiyaal, Vella velam, Kalppayir, Kallar, Majakkadambu singing a lullaby, Choondappana wary of fish bones.

Stooping Punna, Matti scared of her big brother, Paarijaatham watching the midnight movie, Paalakal, Paali,Paarakam doing cartwheels, Viri, Athi showing off  her seeds,Ampazhammassaging his chest, Ayani inlove with her son, Manjakkonna, Manjamandaram in search of something, Chullithi with eyes closed, Kallilavu like an oozing rock, Malamandaram eyeing the vultures,Velleetti cursing the thunder, Venga,Veppu, Vraali, Akil, sighing Acacia,Balsa, Blanka, Beedimaram with a rattling cough,  Agasthi, Cherukonna with a sheepish smile, Kambali, woundedNagamaram.

Pathiri, touching his forehead to the ground, his eyes heavenward, Ankolam ruined by debts,Kattumarotti, Kundalappala, Aattumaruthu,Poovam, Erumanaakku, Karingotta, Vediplaavu his salary still unpaid, Venmurikku, Manjanaathi, Manimaruthu jolted awake, Mathagirivembu, Karaanjili  escorting his daughter, Karakongu,Karappongu, Ilippa on her way back, Ooravu half-awake after a dream and with a sucker smile, Ennappana about to immolate himself, fattened  Ennappine,Azhantha waiting for someone, Chorapatri with a cracked head,Sheemappoola,Poovankara, Malampuli, Puli with sharpened stakes.

Obese Theettipplaavu,Malambongu, Chorimathimurikku, Irippa bailing out his friend, Irumbakamwho lost his job, Kunkumappoo, Karinthaali, Scoot, Rose Kadambu, Aamathali, Aarampuli,Attilippucaught in the crowd, Irul  blessed by the elders, Vellavatti, whistling Mula, Kattukonna in a hat, Kaniiram learning the alphabets, broker Cheru,Kattuchembakam exposing his arm pit,Thandidiyan, Neeroli, Ezhachembakam waiting for her bus, Karimbana in a newly constructed house, Karivenga,Karivali writing a poem, Ungu in a baby frock, Udi, Plasha, Elamaruthupromising to meet later, Chembakam dying to hug.

Vellakil who bathes the kids, Vellavaaka who forgot his umbrella, Attuthekku who failed the exam, lustful Aattunochi,Malanthudali with her legs spread, Malanthengu with chest ****** up,Malamanchadi who is learning to count, Malambarathi exposing her *******, intoxicated Aval, Arana reciting the poem Karuna, insane Alakku who dashes off to the temple, Cheru who cannot stop washing clothes, Kudappana ready to elope, irreligious Jaathi, Silver Oak laughing boisterously, Kattuveppu waiting for the kids, Sumami ******* on a toffee, annoyed Parappoola,frightened Pinar, Ithi stopping her ears at swear words, Ithiyal with lots of smiles, Kovidaram with music in his mind, Ilakkali showing her belly, blossoming Ilavu, Chadachi who ***** sadistically, cool fingered Chandanam.

dominating Charakkonna, office going Cheelanthi, Gulgulu glued to Kochu channel, Gulmohur with dyed hair, Irul with a fuming face, early rising Kanikonna, Kanala who has a sound sleep, Karingali  who pees standing, Kambakam with an ***** *****, Kallavi  beseeching to stuff her up, Karanjili  quivering in lust, calm Karaal, Kaari who hums while *******, Kaavalam who naps after the toil,Thannimaram showing off her petals, Thambakam kissing the ****, Thellipayar savouring a *****,Neerkurunda in post-****** languor, Malaya breastfeeding her kid, bullying Kathi, mad hat Eetti,Cheeni  not remembering his mom,  Kunnivaka showing his gums, Kuppamanja who laughs in sleep, Othalanga swallowing poison, blooming Poovarasu.

Spring went on,
reeling off names to me.
The rain the sun the wind and the cold
Rolled in one after the other.
Spring kept pulling out
names from its memory.

People got scared of
my poetry gone wild.
They stopped passing that way.

A snake goes slithering away.
A hare finds its own path and dashes away.
A poothankiri, from a bush, flies away.



(Trans from Malayalam by Ra Sh)
1.      Mampazham (Ripe Mango) is the title of a famouspoem by Vyloppilli.
2.      Karuna (Compassion) is the title of a long poemby Kumaran Asan.
3.      Poothankiri – A white headed babbler.
4.      Thanaaro - An obscene devotional song.
Àŧùl May 2013
Punjabi (Roman script, not in the Gurmukhi script)

Jadon teri khushboo udi-udi jaaye,
Mennu vaajaan maar bulaye,
Main kyun khincha chala aanda,
Ni main tenu pyar karda.


Translation in English

When I sense your scent in the wind,
Calling my name out,
Why I get pulled towards you,
It's because I love you.

OoOoOoO
My HP Poem #235
©Atul Kaushal
Micheal Wolf Feb 2013
Phoenician to  Aramaic 950 BC the start of modern writting for others to see
Then Hebrew to  Moabite then Phrygian as well around 800 BC
The written word was now afoot, oh Ammonite as well

Then a split as often comes between one arab and another
Old North Arabian and Old South Arabian argue with each other
So moving west Etruscan came at 700 BC
Then Umbrian and North Picene you heard of them today?

As Lepontic and Tartessian tried to talk to others
Now we start to get a grip and influence the modern
From Lydian to Carian,  Thracian to Venetic
All around the 6th century BC people started jotting

Old Persian came and went Latins still around
Then South Picene and Messapian to Gaulish
Language now ruled the world and all the ways we wrote it

Mixe–Zoque some say isnt really true
But Oscan and Iberian followed on through
So Meroitic,  Faliscan at 300 BC came next
Then Volscian and Middle Indo-Aryan or Prakrit the Ashoka calls it
Then one thats still around Tamil you might know it

Christianity was on its way as Galatian was used
Pahlavi and Celtiberian al cald pre antiquity
Lets move on till after Christ and language moves full on

Bactrian and Proto-Norse in northen europe common
Cham and Mayan, Gothic and Ge'ez and accepted Arabic
Christs been dead 300 yrs and language starts to flourish

Primitive Irish now exists and an odd one called Ekoi
Try to remember though its still only the 4th century

Georgian now is used in a  church in Bethlehem
A bible is written  in Armenian
Kannada in Halmidi
West Germanic to that becomes  Old High German
English now for the first time starts to rear its head

Old English to Korean  Tocharian to  Old Irish
In parts of southern England they even speak Cornish  
Centuries before Pol *** there is now Cambodian
Others speaking Udi, Telugu and Tibetan
Now language is getting modern

Old Malay in the far east to Welsh in my back yard
It wasnt long before the world was writting many forms
Mandarin and English now are common place
A miriad of people and language in their states

So venture forth to foreign lands and visit as a guest
Take a pen and paper to help you on your quest
If you can cross your legs or draw a beer you really cant go wrong
Remember you dont speak their tongue its you not them thats dumb!!!
"I may not be ashamed of not having enough female authors in my private library, but upon discovering the writings of Mas'udi, I can with hand on my heart attest the following: it is with great shame that I do not own enough works by Arab writers."

"قد لا أشعر بالخجل من عدم وجود عدد كافٍ من الكاتبات في مكتبتي الخاصة، ولكن عند اكتشاف كتابات المسعودي، أستطيع وبكل صدق أن أشهد على التالي: إنه من المخجل جدًا أنني لا أمتلك أعمالًا كافية للكتّاب العرب."

"Qad la ash'uru bil-khajal min adam wujood 'adad kaafin min al-katibaat fi maktabati al-khaasa, walakin 'inda iktishaaf kitaabaat al-Mas'udi, astaṭee' wa bikal ṣidq an ash-hada 'ala at-taali: innahu min al-mukhjil jiddan annani la amlik 'a'maala kaafiya lil-kuttab al-'arab."
"<s>Both Wembley and Uefa could do with the final going smoothly. The last Uefa event here was the disastrous Euro 2020 final. The last two Champions League finals have been logistical nightmares, with that 2022 game in Paris fortunate to avoid deaths.

Both the Football Association and Uefa have taken all this in. Another outer perimeter is to be built, there are improved gates. The hope is everything goes smoothly.</s>"


                                    Miguel Delaney - the Independent

hours only hours before
the show
hours only hours
before
the show

                    there has been much planning
and as expected
poor execution
       or at least on the surface this air
of preparedness
and then none

the magic markers haven't been distributed
to ensure the tickets
are more than correct:
that they have been printed
on the right sort of paper
made by marker UV
or something...

             but also with the "case" of an Islamic
encroachment
into Europe
and how the lesser Ummah of the Islamic
world and there is no talk
of Pakistan being a third world
of the Islamic world
the people who propagate all this
scaremongering
and all this book burning
but even among Arabs a camel jockey

so i decided to embrace the changes
if my previous generations of folk
were under-appreciative of
the Judaic involvement
in: let us wander as far north
and pretend to repent
there is no repentance and not much else
but now i see how i can embrace
this shift
and this nudge
and i can finally agree:

among sayings and sayings upon
sayings
why suppose there is anything
wisdom in any of all the attempts
to steer man from path X
when his intentions were set by God
along path Y:
regardless of what man said unto man
man will still not be
dealing with:

a man's word is not worth more
than my willingness to explore
my own
and my own as that being: pitfals
failures and sizzling a sound not much
akin to sheering...

i don't think that "i" think anymore
and that makes perfect sense
for the simple pristine allocation
of words to a structure of a sentence
there can be sometimes the seeing
of a collapse of whatever might
have seen to be formerly impassable

as long as Martin is happy
with those two pools of water in his brain
where once dense
grey matter refrained from:
well to the end of my days
i scratched a vinyl
hatched a chicken
of an idea
since brain problems
are genetic in my lineage
maybe one trip to Amsterdam
to find some shrooms
to later walk into the flats
and sunshine i might:
should my mind be degenerate by then
ingest a hallucinogenic
and no longer feel a need to crave
pushing forward some agenda
it's not like i have a Quran to push
it's not like there's ambition involved

but if the intellectuals of Europe
are gladly not panicky about
the influx of the Muslim faith
not seen since the Ottoman's owned
all of the Balkans and Greece...
well: if we can be accommodated
into a faith that's unlike communism
and given that communism was
a Slavic endeavor and it failed
because of circumstances
that pitted the Germanic peoples of the continent
with their far fetched neighbors
neighbors no more
than the frequenters of the Airport of Dubai
then i do wonder

           what ill could come from teasing
the **** of Islam
when the apocryphal archeological unearthings
concerning Christianity are
not so willingly discussed or simply
dismissed just like
the Holocaust Deniers
and the Atom Bomb Deniers
might be the same denying
like these are not crucial writings and readings
that could allow for a revival away
from Synopsis -
if only people were willing to talk
about Jesus Christ in the tongue of the apocryphal
rather than banging their:

analogy i heard once
long ago...
should a grain of sand enter a horse's head
the horse will start ramming his head
into a brick wall "thinking" that might
get the irritable grain of sand from
his head...
  
   why then O people if you dare so
or wish so to be called
are you so anxious about not reading the
Apocrypha
and instead follow blindly within the confines
of the Synopsis -
which is just that...
a gesture of being aware of a text

O
               O
                              O

which is why i am teasing an embrace
toward Islam
given such a disinterest in the Nag Hammadi
library
imagine what could come if
some apocryphal texts concerning Muhammad
were saved and later burried
before the Mongol sacking of
the Library of Baghdad

             imagine: somewhere buried in now
Iran...
it's as if God is Truly Dead...
not simply: God is Dead
but rather: God is Truly Dead...
since such disinterest or outright hostility
toward the texts of St Thomas
were not given enough traction
and if they have been given traction now
by now i'm no longer interested
i'm looking into proselyte sensibilities
embracing the Islam were drinking alcohol
is permitted
and from the texts of al-Mas'udi that
is very probable
that they drank or rather to refrain from
drinking
is purposed for the narrative of:
from Dune
on camel and on the lackluster discovery
of...
O but the time will come
and all this writing will be ash
when there is no longer oil to burn
and at first it's only in the back of
some minds
before it becomes a reality in the back
of "our" minds
and then some excuse for breeding
geniuses
or is that really what is expected
some cult of the savior
because that's actually spoken of
openly that all can live their lives
until some genius reinvents
the purposes and utilities of... water!

   whether there is an Islamic invasion
of Europe whether Europe was
Christian, threatened by Islam
last time i checked we were pagans
and Christianity was sort of forced upon us
and sure as **** my Darwinistic impulses
steer me away from this religion of
petty sacrifices where genius comes
to die...

                     i feel less threatened having
embraced the path of the TAHWIL...
and not out of spite or intimidation
or fear
but out of a need to keep the mind at rest...
since the Christian apocryphal writings
were of no interest for the people
who ought to have been most interested
a current claim of taking interest
is no real wager to make me change
my mind...
at least Islam
unlike Judaism is somewhat all embracing...

O i'm pretty sure
there will be no embracing gesture of:
welcome to the "club"
therefore if this is a conversion then it is subversive
and not really a conversion
but rather a: mind accommodating
a mind

a wandering mind accommodating a
non wandering mind...

something to settle with: focus on...
Christianity came to Europe
just like Islam comes to Europe
and there's me thinking about relocating
to Hawaii...
so... rift: catch my drift?

             when living with the fringes
of existential expression
because van Gogh's sunflowers might
offend therefore dash canned tomato soup
all over the canvas
what of the artists in Bedlam
using tips of fingers as brushstrokes
and their own feces as paint?!

                        it's seems daft but under what
Dictatorial not...
will a potential President of the United States
like thinking politics or not talking
or writing:
i have no investment
but what makes him no dictator
i didn't say ****** i said a dictator
when the other dictator is a dictator
by a subtle following
i don't even know anymore
that's why when i accustomed myself
to wriggling in the lowercase
whenever a word, usually a name of a place
a time or a person appears
in uppercase
it all feels so crass...
         so: i'm not even going to bother myself
with the cosmopolitan busy bodies
of parties and drool and 'unk of Dr Ribbit...

thankfully no paper was wasted
when writing this
nor reading this
therefore my escape from the editorial hell
of... rejected upon testing readership
interest...
not rejected out of spite
simple economics
but i'm using a medium whereby
i can allow myself the same jovial don't-care
attitude as tabloid newspapers
allow themselves each day...

— The End —