Just past the bin of pastel baby socks and underwear, there are some 49-dollar Chinese-made TVs;
one of them singing news about a far-off war, one comparing the breast size of an actress from Hollywood
to the breast size of an actress from Bollywood.
When I’m depressed, I watch movies—especially Bollywood films. The more weddings the better so I was on a Bollywood High in Jaipur last January for the opening of Dolly Ki Doli— a 2015 Indian comedy-drama film about a young woman who is a con artist. Because Dolly’s modus operandi is to love them then leave them—with all they own—there are many, many weddings in Dolly Di Doli. Silly and predictable but a whole lot of fun!!!
Alice’s Depresso-fixer rating!
Raj Mandir Cinema by Alice-Catherine Jennings
Doli, a FIVE POINT SOMEONE a looteri dulhan, a high shine thief ululating calls loud whee-oh torry- yu mellow & fluffy she patterns thievery like the colors of
the fern-leaf plastered walls pink blue blue pink crash the boy’s heart then another crashed heart “no need to repeat!
Thanks to the editors of Zoomoozophone Review for first publishing “Raj Mandir Cinema” in Issue 6, June 2015. You can check it out here.
Paper dreams within the cover of a book,
book binds itself with the glue of a spine,
spine weaves together—dovetailed by the grace of words—words of passion,
India is well—for a first time visitor—indescribable. Somehow, I still cannot put my brief two-week visit to Northern India into perspective. The focus of the trip was the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival. Billed as the largest free literary festival on earth, the JaipurLitFest 2015 may have lived up to its hype with 300 authors, 140 musicians and 245,000 recorded footfalls over five days.
The crowds were intense—especially as the week wore on. It was nearly impossible to push through the cross paths on the grounds of the Hotel Diggi Palace at midday—or to find a seat at one of the sessions. Yet, if you went early in the morning, the queue for chai-in-small red-earthen-cups was short and you could grab a spot somewhere at one of the 10 venues. And, who you might find seated next to you could be surprising-from an economic advisor to Prime Minister Modi to a graduate student from LA studying Renaissance trade routes in India as international visitors were represented from over 50 countries!
Sometimes the best part of a trip is what you discover when you get back home. That’s what happened to me. After decompressing from the 31-hour journey from Jaipur to Austin, I discovered my complimentary copy of The Indian Quarterly.
This is a beautifully produced literary and cultural magazine full of essays, art, fiction, poetry, photo essays. My favorite part is discovering new poems and poets, such as Paper T[r]ails by Sudeep Sen
Paper dreams in stacks, between covers,
among notes left surreptitiously between pages for someone else to read.
At this exact moment next week, I will be in the sky on my way to India. YES! I N D I A!
Just the thought of India causes a wave of emotions that simulates the flow of the country’s name as it moves from the back of the throat to the tongue and palette and ends with the AH as it floats out the mouth. AH INDIA!
I’ll be traveling with a group of 15 other writers and the meat of our 10 day trip is The Jaipur Literary Festival. Billed as the “largest FREE literary festival on earth,” there will be close to 300 speakers, thousands of attendees, events in tents and gardens—and time for tea! (Tea time is at 4:30 pm)
In sorting through the list of speakers, I discovered Tishani Doshi—a Chennai-born poet, author, journalist and dancer.
Her poetry is inspired, important and full of the unexpected. There is always the element of surprise—as in her poem “At the Rodin Museum.” It took me a couple of reads to realize that it was the poet Rilke following the poet speaker and not the artist Rodin.
Why Rilke at the Rodin? I’m not sure but I do know the two had a connection—in fact, the reason for Rilke’s first trip to Paris in 1902 was to write a monograph on Rodin.