Marakuli

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SivaRamanathan
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Marakuli

#1 Post by SivaRamanathan » 01 Dec 2013, 21:14

On my father’s side
a tree at the moment of death;
on my mother’s side the spirit
of plain ground Yeti.
I am born in the imagination
whenever there is a dearth
of real animals, quickly with
coconut husk toes
and nails of dead rhino skin
I am monarch of the dark night.
I howl like the wind, and
converse like a hurricane;
I can make you feel
my presence --imagine
there is no breeze
still I can sway mean plants
[the Tulasi sways only for good
spirits. ] I, Marakuli, am
a gnarled tree, with
animal eyebrows, giant seed-eyes
my hands are branches
and feet are stumps
of trees: yet, in between
I also sprout hair.
I, Marakuli come when summoned.
Ugly, a sore sight for kids
who do not gulp their food.
I, Marakuli come, when baby sitters
lose their patience.

Michael (MV)
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Joined: 18 Apr 2005, 04:57

Re: Marakuli

#2 Post by Michael (MV) » 02 Dec 2013, 05:36

Hi Siva,

As I read it, seems Marakuli is like the American boogie man   :)


workshop suggesting for the last lines:

I, Marakuli, come when summoned.
A sore sight for kids
who do not gulp their food.
When baby sitters lose patience
I, Marakuli, appear at their wit's end.

or

I, Marakuli, begin where their wits end.


Siva,

if you are not already representing,
is Marakuli available to represent the Block in this upcoming IBPC.

If so, link to Upcoming IBPC December 2013: viewtopic.php?f=3&t=5762


Thanks, Siva

:)

Michael (MV)



 

 

 

 

 


SivaRamanathan wrote:On my father’s side
a tree at the moment of death;
on my mother’s side the spirit
of plain ground Yeti.
I am born in the imagination
whenever there is a dearth
of real animals, quickly with
coconut husk toes
and nails of dead rhino skin
I am monarch of the dark night.
I howl like the wind, and
converse like a hurricane;
I can make you feel
my presence --imagine
there is no breeze
still I can sway mean plants
[the Tulasi sways only for good
spirits. ] I, Marakuli, am
a gnarled tree, with
animal eyebrows, giant seed-eyes
my hands are branches
and feet are stumps
of trees: yet, in between
I also sprout hair.
I, Marakuli come when summoned.
Ugly, a sore sight for kids
who do not gulp their food.
I, Marakuli come, when baby sitters
lose their patience.
 
 
 
 
 

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