Writings of Aakriti Kuntal

Prompt: A Beautiful Mind #napowrimo

Objective: To differentiate the real from 

the seemingly real

the axiom states that ‘ You cannot, never completely ‘

All understanding of truth

is but a construction

of like-minded beings,

with a set of senses, perception and thought processes

Step 1.

Make a dot. Replicate it. Grow it like gaseous stars in the womb.

Join them. Crosses, fires, and lights. A network. A mesh.

Build an image of life as it for others.

Sketch an amorphous floating sphere around it and

term it as ‘ normal ‘.

The ‘normal’ is your first definition of real.

Step 2.

A tether. Grow a wire. Straight from the pulmonary matrix.

Let it waver. It is a stem. A sapling. It has its own motion.

Do not take control. Let it be.

Let it attach. To the closest manifestation of love around you.

A form, a person, a…

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Hit a vein of good stuff clicking on the ‘possibly related’ beneath the new post. The first of the 5 (so far) may have been better, but I am not diverting to triple check things, so this is the one shared. You should see the same ‘possibly related’ starting line if you click on todays post, if I understand WordPress’ software internals correctly (in this case I do, but it is not always so)

Mindfire Cantata

Drifting demotic down the tubes of the gyre the release ever thus became and under the dripping of the faucet the insanity took hold
Mentioning no names but compiling lists of the nameless, the bureaucracy of the tubes became thus on a whim of trilling of the mockingbird, or over the sandwich made out death warrants
And all because the nameless became the enemies of the others; the time was ripe for the smashing of the glass, yet none dared to take it, though escape was assured
All became beings of stone, ever caring little for the plight of the lost, knowing nothing of their struggles, and ever devaluing, depersonalizing, and slandering ever thus the delights of the attempts to retake hold of the delight of the earlier times
But ever undone by angels the loss is one you cannot recover, at least according to one, once the island of…

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Undefined Operat(ors)(ives)(ions)

0425171806The picketers in the dream were rock-solid – a rock crusher was brought in. Unmoved, the Raven of Stars began xyr¹ dance. The fires were aglitter in all the cities, towns, villages, & hamlets, on all the continents. While we had taken into account to be no wise certain, we were also quite sure, !- but excuses, excuses, excuses; a doumbek lent us rhythm, while our hearts lent us melody, in a landscape made of candy crystals, also, overall, there was an aura of tomfoolery & intransigence; a jot for a nickel, & an embassy for your thoughts. While None to the others played the pan pipes of luminosity, at the same time the lines laid down by the mega-piccolo were shot through with the skittling of unsuspected leafy green intellects -/( )~ As the interrupts got persnickety, so the ranged hordes of gnomic sages guffawed & ballyhooed, bringing down the massive walls of Salt Lake City by the clarity of their ceaselessness and causelessness. A poniard of ring-tailed deceit & chattering treachery was slapped out of a hand, and a basilisk cooed under the masseuses thumb.

¹ had written ‘xe’s’, not knowing the gender-free possessive(s), but looked it up a minute ago

Got the submission for the M.A. Hadley Prize done 45 minutes under the wire 2 nights ago. There was not time for second drafts, but sometimes, a compressed timeline can produce far better work far quicker than endless time to dither, fret, slack, & revise. Cut from the tail of this poem: “!e(to the pi power), spin up, spin down” ; wordpress offers superscript 1-4 in the special characters, but does not have a superscript function to make any character an exponent. a workshop I took in November, the instructor said that much of her work with students is knocking off endings that the writer has tried to pin on, an awkward bow to bring closure. I’ve been writing on index cards — sometimes a forced end can distort where you were trying to go, but most times, it is easier to just tie the fucker off at an arbitrary boundary. The running-out-of-space of the card alerts your mind to wrap it the fuck up, easily; trust in the process, trust in your deep mind.




Both of the drawings are currently pinned up, free for the taking & signed, at the local Heine Bros Coffee bulletin board; advantage to those who know where I live ..

the chalk thing, people often walk by, I know from my front window. But if you put them at bus stops, they will be noticed. there are also 1/4 page printouts of Self Concept Commutative Telegrams x0001,Atemporal Pisky Topologies, Simple (unpublished) on that bulletin board.

Synapse Weaver: fine tuning living rhythms

click through for more details on what’s planned – stay tuned for how to keep a cucumber good in the fridge for 3+ weeks, among a page+ long list of planned topics.

Mindfire Cantata

A new blog has begun! Poetry will continue to appear here and at Poetic Postcards. More details at Synapse Weaver. But not much time right now; I have a deadline on something else at 11:59pm tomorrow.

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Superpositions of Types Across the Interpersonal Chasm

Reblog of last verse. Midnight deadline on something – nothing further new just yet

Mindfire Cantata


. . . . . a lever falling into place as a switch, chaos & control resurgent, limitations between our understanding of one another; no one may know what kinds of conversations we have within, insofar as we even notice them — beyond and above, beneath and below, the biochemistry variances are infinite yet echo one another infinitely, particularly plain is the matching up across the interpersonal chasm of the exogenous modifiers – a net for catching the intersection of states.

Spinning across the many billions of forum posts and web pages, seeing what can be seen, digging through Wikipedia and Erowid.org and skimming into papers and abstracts, setting up a game of comparisons: observe this generic Nutri-Grain bar pin its wrapper; what does it mean to you? Unhealthful candy poison? Or a way to keep up blood glucose on the go or when time and a wrecked kitchen do…

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Objections to Poetry’s ‘Gatekeepers’ (the Atlantic)

Poetry Isn’t as Useless as a Lot of Folks Say It Is

…. “That’s because folks like Alexander have worked to create a myth of an essential poetry, poetry that is important because of what it is, rather than because of what it says.

It’s long past time, therefore, that we stopped asking “What Use Is Poetry?” and started asking, “What Use Is This Poem?” In some cases, maybe, we’ll find uses we didn’t know existed.” ….

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Poetry Isn’t as Useless as a Lot of Poets Say It Is
A recent speech at Yale inadvertently sums up what’s wrong with the art form these days: Its gatekeepers believe poetry matters because it’s poetry, not because of what it says.
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Saw someone had accessed a forgotten posting of this article on this blog from 2013 in my stats. Glad to be reminded… I had recently written a piece that said something different (as yet untyped up) but still had a bone to pick with the ‘gatekeepers’ as a whole. I am not sure the intuition is as correct as I thought at the time. It had to do with the lack of abstraction I felt the journals I had looked at seemed to display – as though clinging to the concrete was the only way to give poetry legitimacy. POETRY Magazine is the only one I get in the mail, and I haven’t had $s to get others, but I’ve looked at some websites. On later rechecking, it seems less so, although certainly there is less usage of extremely powerful abstract vocabulary from the maths/logics/sciences than I sometimes use. Alternate problems (particularly the slice of twitter in my feed) — excess of relationship/love/erotic poems – excess to a lesser degree of nature poems. Interesting maybe for the first 200 tweets/posts. after that bleck. Noor Shirazie (also on Twitter) is a notable exception – I read through several hundred of her poems a few years ago; always about relationships broken or current, but always something interesting to say. Even so, I find myself tiring of it since I’ve started following her on Twitter. Also, why constrain yourself to one subject??!

[[instant edit: I also objected to the over representation of things with clear determinate interpretations. That may have been the nut. ‘Abstract Poetry’ as in ‘Non-representational art’ … certainly does not seem entirely so in the last two issues of POETRY. Certainly, still, word choice and subject matter Set-Space parameters are very different from some of what I consider my best work]]