about (again)

embodying / control / engendering. 

sex. sexuality. boundaries. spaces.

ugh, so many things i want to write about but can't because i just don't have the time: pinki pramanik's girlfriend, the guwahati incident, women in (pub)lic spaces, the clamp down on drinking in mumbai, delhi and hyderabad, standing on a road in the delhi rain while getting wet in a semi-transparent yellow shirt to get an auto, rethinking my own feminism and why they're all taking me back to the same readings i did over a year ago.

and here i am, struggling with a stupid dissertation that i don't even care about anymore. sigh.

where the sidewalk ends

by Shel Silverstein

My most awesome girlfrandz gave me a brand spankin' new book full of Shel Silverstein poems and drawings for my budday, and even though I have a marathon to write, I find myself unable to tear myself away from it!!

Here's the first poem that I have pink-post-it-ed:

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white
And there the sun burns crimson bright
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

:)

d'awwww!

Lookit! A Shel Silverstein Comic Poster!! 
:D


(Also, while we're still on Zen Pencils - Jump.)