she, my poet friend,
thinks i should be friends
with jeet thayil.
logically, that means that
I should either waylay him
at one of those mean spirited (pun intended)
parties of the delhi literary mediocrity mafia
where i have encountered his
lonely wandering midnight spirit persona
previously
but that might be a little difficult
now post his new found fame
and groupies, i suppose.
i could send him a friend request on facebook
but we have quite a few common friends
and i don't like to belong.
i remember long back
an arts editor who later wrote the
Howl for House Parties
in Delhi screaming, shrieking - geoff dyer's
coming! he is gonna be here! - at someone's
terrace and offering me introductions
i had to refuse.
a writer's not a pubic hair
that you pick one up
anytime you wish.
in jeet thayil's particular case,
i told her what some already
know - i don't trust bald men.
thinks i should be friends
with jeet thayil.
logically, that means that
I should either waylay him
at one of those mean spirited (pun intended)
parties of the delhi literary mediocrity mafia
where i have encountered his
lonely wandering midnight spirit persona
previously
but that might be a little difficult
now post his new found fame
and groupies, i suppose.
i could send him a friend request on facebook
but we have quite a few common friends
and i don't like to belong.
i remember long back
an arts editor who later wrote the
Howl for House Parties
in Delhi screaming, shrieking - geoff dyer's
coming! he is gonna be here! - at someone's
terrace and offering me introductions
i had to refuse.
a writer's not a pubic hair
that you pick one up
anytime you wish.
in jeet thayil's particular case,
i told her what some already
know - i don't trust bald men.
