- I don’t want to leave.
- So don’t. Stay here with me. We’ll start a jazz band.
Lost in Translation (2003)
The poets stand in the rain.
They wear no raincoats.
They have no umbrellas.
They are discussing the shadow of a shadow of a shadow.
But their poetry is already soaking wet—-”
They have not developed their reality muscles
So they walk with a limp while admiring the color of a vein in a leaf.
– Mahvash Mossaed
Ashish S/S 2013
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