I think I've successfully retrained myself away from doing too many political commentary threads on social media, but the (positive?) result is that I'm now doing more stuff like this: this week I made a whole poetry chapbook (which is, of course, full of political commentary) https://culmsheath.itch.io/ion-unnatural
I wrote a long, dense three-part essay about Sri Lanka, Sinhala Buddhist politics, and Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials. It starts here: https://vajra.me/2019/12/31/abyss-brink-blood-and-dust-part-1-of-3/
I'm very happy with it: I was hoping that starting a Patreon would actually help me write more in-depth exploratory essays and it seems that this is working! How rare is it to plan something and then actually have it work?
Old unfinished drafts of stories that I hadn't worked on for a while tend to grow stale in my mind—I always remember them as being far more rough and unpromising than they actually are. But working on them again—almost always—reveals that it is only the memory that is stale. When the dry crust comes off the surface, underneath is sap still as liquid and fresh as the first day. It's just that if you don't go back to it you'll never find out.
The state of the world and the lubricated ease of social media together conspire to turn us all into (if not journalists per se) opinion columnists and unpaid political analysts, and I'm not sure how useful that even is as a contribution to (which, even?) public sphere, but I do know that living in it too long makes my throat feel dry.
I love Mandela Effects (basically weird mass false memories) and discovered only today that there is actually minor Mandela Effect about where Sri Lanka is—a surprising number of people seem to remember it being directly south of India, rather than off-center to the southeast https://mandelaeffect.com/sri-lanka-location/
@sridala 😍 ikr
I think the Supreme Court's bowing to majoritarian pressure on Ayodhya underscores more than ever the need to have broad, critical understandings of India's medieval history.
I'd like to contribute to the discourse with a bunch of photo essay-ish toots about the evolution of the myriad meanings of temples and idols - in particular, their meanings in warfare. What should I start with?
You stumble into the Shop, flustered from the hustle and bustle of the day.
The Man Behind the Counter hands you a hot drink, and points to a notice that says:
"We will be upgrading to the latest version of reality, sometime over the next 8 hours. Thank you for your patience, keep calm and drink on."
A spot of self-promotion:
My poem in the July-August issue of Poetry Magazine, here:
Writer, critic, and editor, mostly of speculative fiction, from Colombo, Sri Lanka.
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