there is no urgency or consistency in existence but to be as if this being is formless
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Elancharan Gunasekaran is a multidisciplinary artist and poet. He has a strange love for all things poetical and Sci-Fi. A winner of the Montblanc X Esquire Six-word Story prize 2017. His latest publications are Superatomicluminal (Hesterglock Press), Gods of the Gonzo (Analog Submission Press) and The Cosmosnaut Manifesto (UndergroundBooks). View all posts by Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்
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You’re hearing the inner poetry, aren’t you?
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Absolutely!
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I wrote something for you, or my muse did, and please pardon the presumptuousness. You’re probably right there. In the dead of night, awoken from sleep, I had no idea it was to tag onto the end of my latest poem, but you were in my mind the whole time. It begins
“See if you could
let a poem come,
inevitable in its rose.”
And your part ends when I begin to talk about Auroville.
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Let me add that your lines are beyond the world, incredible poetry. Some leave me stunned.
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Thank you for the kind words!
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