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Hello! I run a weekly curation of good lity/arty links and things I visit online in a week. The latest issue is out!
On the above link, you’ll find the following. If you like what I curate, please make sure you follow the medium publication, so that I could notify you new issues in your emails every week!
- Discovered: Hemingway’s 99-Year-Old Letters to His High School Crush
- Sex and the Sanskari Gynaec
- My mum, the pilot (in 1960s)
- The Nothingness of Watching Raindrops (Essay)
- Harnidh Kaur tries very gracious erotic poetry
Harnidh is the author of her wonderful poetry collection The Inability of Words
I’d started writing on this blog to engage with the WordPress community. 27% of the seeable (searchable) web is powered by WordPress. There are so many of us! But I haven’t been able to make conversations. Not even a single comment came through. I don’t know if it is the things that I write about are unrelatable to people, or what.
For now, I’ve started writing on Medium.com more. I’m also writing to properly send pieces to literary mags.
Here are some of the pieces that I recently wrote on medium
- Things I Wouldn’t Say Otherwise: This was the first slam poem that I formed at a local open mic. I wrote this the night before the open mic. For the lack of any better content, I thought to myself
What could be a better subject matter than to think about what things I could tell a bevy of trustworthy strangers. Hence I wrote this poem. All the events in the poem are real. The poem is currently a draft, Medium let’s one share one’s unpublished work as well, just that people won’t be able to comment on it or recommend it
- Paper 3 Newspaper Clippings: This is a slam poem/free verse about a bias I was a victim of. Since I was in first grade, fashion and film industry in my country and all around the world played with my mind. Most Indian families do not talk freely about many subject matters. Most of the parents think that studies are the go all be all goal of their children that they should achieve. Most of the times, they do not literally talk about anything else. I haven’t talked to anything with my father for years other than his asking me if I need more money, and my asking him if he’s okay. It’s very obvious to say after this information that I didn’t talk about girls or sex or how is it like to be in the real world, and what are their problems and so so many other things.Due to this bias, slowly and steadily my neurons started getting hardwired. I could only find skinny models, busty breasted models attractive, I’d drool over them, masturbate on “Hardcore Porn“, until two things happened
- I couldn’t get an erection with any girl I’d be with
- I realized myself out of this fact, spent nights (literally) thinking about it. About why didn’t I get attracted towards other girls. The longer I kept thinking about it, the faster I kept getting out of this fucking bias.
- Lost in Words: Why Listicles and Catchy Headings are Ruining Reading Habits: Self-explanatory, I guess.
- Once, I: After a poem by the same name, which was featured in Poetry Magazine in 2013.
Also, I curate a weekly literary/arty newsletter. I call it LOL (List of Lit). You can read more about it here. Please Please see the previous issues to known what it is all about. If it’s for you please subscribe?
Until next time WordPress, adios!