[Epigraph] "Did you girls think this movie was a comedy? You were laughing through the whole thing. You really ruined the spirituality." --white man to two Indian women after the screening of Mira Nair's _Kama Sutra_ at the Roxy, Philadelphia I'm searching--what can I say? It's one of my passions--rapture-- but like all passions, deserves a parsing. Of course, this could cost more than you want it to mean. A toss-up, loss of center, a graphic wick, a little wilderness mist from a bottle--Bath and Body Works overtime for otherness, no pay. What dark lists in your logical arbors? What missionized immigrant to fuck and dispense the postures of fucking? Morning turns to night, but their conversation is indecipherable. A long slash down a tearless cloud, a skyful of Rajasthan, bangles and liner notes. Unveiled and unveiled, a man transcendently white, absorbing. Or a man absorbently white, transcending? And in the next seat, a hieroglyph of glitches! Some female one locked in a rational body! Who would think in all these centuries! Oh Mira, director- sister, sex is overdone or overdue but seldom pronounced gaily enough.
Accourding to Kerry Sherin: Date: Thu, 20 May 1999 14:52:53 -0400 (EDT) From: firstname.lastname@example.org (Kerry Sherin) Mytili (and Hannah), Lovely to read both of your poems -- funny to get them -- it's great to have poems pop up on the email queue -- I go right for them! M, I especially like the near-to-last few stanzas here: Or a man absorbently white, transcending? And in the next seat, a hieroglyph of glitches! Some female one locked in a rational body! Who would think in all these centuries! ------------------ I.e., the exclamatory parts! Just popping up to record this reader's pleasure -- --K.