Monday, July 30, 2007

Some posts from a blog that I am planning to delete.......

Tangential, disconnected thoughts...weaving a pattern....

bodies/desire/touch

hurt/pain/life

blood/gore/flesh

Sensory frames....

Smells--how evocative can they be. Taking us back in time--opening up a pandora's box of a multitude of emotions. Smells can come to represent a wide range of experiences---of culinary delights wafting in the air, the putrid smell of sweat. They can evoke a variety of feelings and images---of happiness, laughter, intimacy, death, disgust and repulsion.

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The word Intimacy conjures up images and experiences in my mind---- of provocation, closeness, company, dialogue--- monologue (perhaps?), shared memories, time spent together, caught together in a common space of time.........

A common ground of intimacy albeit for a short moment is the daily travels on a bus....co-passengers in a bus/jostling for space touching unknowingly/shoving knowingly in desperation to move ahead/bodies brushing against each other/a light touch on the shoulder/a brusque manner cutting past streams of unfettered conversation/ bodies closely packed together like sardines---arms reaching out/torsos smashed--confined/constrained---legs entwined....

Pleasure None/Thoughts of getting out pre-dominate the mind/desire to catch a breath of fresh air/Waiting in limbo.....just waiting...

Snapshots of a fragile memory.....

Memories are like grains of sands...shifting ....continuously moving....shaped by layers of experiences, tweaking out the old and replacing them with new, sensory stimulations.... colours, images , smells, tastes...so clear that you can feel them touching you.

How often they keep coming back...the sights, the smell....the sounds....evoked by the seemingly mundane events unfolding around us. One is always oscillating between the present and the past...taking in what one can....the memory of that event ....just an iota of the entire experience....to be embedded deep in the recesses of our mind. To be dug into at a later stage.... rummaged through for that one particular piece that would fit into an unravelling life process.

How brilliantly the mind works.....