Showing posts with label punchlines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label punchlines. Show all posts

2.3.17

sauerkraut in india


fukky risotto and a sadoo are riding the marudhar express when a tourist across the way says – look, there’s the taj mahal. the sadoo says no that’s the mona lisa. the tourist looks confused and annoyed, says it’s obviously the taj mahal. the sadoo says you obviously know nothing about signs.

the air india attendant at narita asks to weigh my carry-on – limit 7kg. i know it’s over because of the food. so i take out the food, put it on the floor and weigh my bag without it: 6.5kg. take the bag off the scale, return my food, leave.

a german, a swede, and a canadian
are sitting on the rooftop of a guest house ...

why travel? –
  • to record humanity in its dusty dusk
  • to re-savour the wilderness
  • to hear the silent song of the plant
  • to keep the bow taut (for contrast, for the sameness of things)
  • to see the moon and sun
  • to trip over time’s mirrors
  • to reanimate death
  • to ask this question
  • to have the eyes scrubbed and the body bodied
  • to virtualize nature and skin the internet
  • to re-eroticize absence and presence
  • to participate, however tentatively and disdainfully, in my fellow species’ orthodoxy – money
  • to immerse myself in that film about flesh, the common human plot – and there plot that plot in words
  • to put poetry in its place and replace place
  • to glorify unpasteurized organic sauerkraut
 
varanasi and jerusalem – coital spirit partners in the production of religious babies (with astounding longevity)

you see, in this world, there is one awful thing, and that is that everyone has his reasons
if you don't know the rules, you are crushed; but if you do know the rules you are cut off from your own nature
so simple and so labyrinthine, so guileless and so angry, so innocent and so dangerous ...
depicting the failure of love, the failure of society, and the failure of humans to rise above the ridiculous

do indians get sick when they visit the west because it's too hygienic?

everyone on these long-haul international flights just sleeps or watches movies – don’t they have minds to use during their brief transit through life?

whoever has learned to be anxious in the right way has learned the ultimate
                but we have a drug for this!

i see the world is mad
if i tell the truth they rush to beat me
if i lie they trust me
  keep the slanderer near you, build it a hut in your courtyard –
  for, without soap or water, it will scrub your character clean