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Sampurna Chattarji: Torpitude

Tuesday, May 5th, 2015

Insufficient beast in a building for human hesitation
Tearaway cloud in a skyscape of unending doom
Room for the slightest chagrin now taken
Send for the sequence of events
Reverse
Revere
Rev
Eve
Severe
Averse
The shape of the torpedo skull
Inside which featherstorms are brewing
Columns of water fall from a tear away cloud
Shroud the sickness eating up in sufficient beast

Sampurna Chattarji

 

Lady Zero’s Logbook

Monday, September 15th, 2014

Baby Blood is ageing before my
Ayes
Puddling into paint the look of
No return
Half the fingerprinting done
Well
There were bars before there
Were wars
Wiring lightly the signals of
The world
Out of the poorest song came
Notes
Onward to some strident desti
Nation

Sampurna Chattarji


Lady Zero’s Logbook

Saturday, August 30th, 2014

In the beginning
Was the Void.
Teeming emptiness.
Complete absence.
Fluid inheritance.
Inside the bleakness
Of the perfect O
Lay the roister of
The indecent I.
I Am,
She said.
Whole. Elsewhere,
They labored
To comprehend nothing
ness, its integral abstract
ions,
Millennial. Meanwhile
I hear
The alarm bells ring.
Abandon ship, all who
Enter the old. Hollow
Eyes horripullate. The
Beak speaks. Crack crack.
Salaam.

Sampurna Chattarji

Lady Zero’s Logbook

Tuesday, August 26th, 2014

It was just one of those things.
Crossed wires. Double crossing.
Two-timing clocks never chimed.
Three-legged horses racing against
Rhyme. In the beginning was the
Egg in the Ocean. Come to think
Of it, she cracked it. Out spilled I,
Shunyata, Void, Void, Void.

Sampurna Chattarji

Lady Zero’s Logbook

Sunday, August 17th, 2014

Baby Blood is nourishing his heart on a cup of tincan soup.
Umbilical the shape of the chord being played inside the mother’s tomb.
Roof tide rising. Blood alert. Navel warships. Fleet-footed-fingerwhips.
All is impeccably unwell.

Sampurna Chattarji

Headfarm: Note on writing

Friday, May 9th, 2014

I >>In early India, the Middle East and Europe, various divinities (Brahma, Nebo, Thoth, Isis, Hermes) were said to have invented writing.<< Roy Harris, The Origin of Writing (London: Duckworth, 1986), p. 13.

Robin Watkins

Monday, August 19th, 2013

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Western Union Telegram July 24 (Found image)

Sampurna Chattarji: LOST IN TRANSLATION

Wednesday, July 31st, 2013

sad tree               hermaphrodite flowers
river on whose banks the bandit became a poet
the word for darkness into which that story disappeared
the octagonal sage content with the word deformed
radha’s name dying into the pleasure-word

Sampurna Chattarji

Sampurna Chattarji: Yellow

Monday, July 22nd, 2013

YELLOW 1

Give me the yellow that is the opposite of feeble
Give me the strong yell of it
Its shout of glee in the middle of my belly
The yellow of navel
Mustard yellow in a field of gluttonous joy
Turmeric colouring my fingers yellow as I eat
This moment
Alive

YELLOW 2

Yellow not submarine this is unacceptable yellow
the one who will not sit down in polite living rooms
dabbing its mouth with a hanky this yellow not buttercup
but bravado carnal in its appetite this is the one who will
stick its coloured tongue out like a child yellow not moon
seductive in a crooner’s voice but brutal in its need to spill
its guts out in a momentary sickening confession

Sampurna Chattarji

Headfarm

Monday, July 8th, 2013

1 I auf der Zunge I R 2
2 I auf Deiner, meiner … Zunge liegen haben I R 3
3 I möchtest du, möchte ich, das nicht liegen haben I R e-3
e-3 I you, I do not want to have this lying I L e-2
e-2 I on your, my tongue I L e -1
e -1 I on the tongue I R 1


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