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Nikhil

About Me

Don't worry about me. Think about yourself, about Your problems. You're to have implicit confidence in me, remember that. Every minute you spend thinking about the Effect you're producing is wasted. You're not to try to impress me - your task is to get sincere with yourself. There is no audience here - I am just a receptacle, a big ear. You can fill it with slush and nonsense, or you can drop pearls into it. Your vice is self-consciousness. Here we want only what is real and true and felt...

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 06/07/2007
Band Members: Nikhil
Influences: Right now: Bruuucce, Bob Dylan, the Walkmen, Fleet Foxes, Arcade Fire, Ray LaMontaigne, Norah Jones, Elliot Smith, Leonard Cohen, Tagore, Joseph Campbell, Borges, Buddha, Shiva's teardrops, emerald & turmeric, the holy river & the golden desert, snowfall & the frozen lake, all the fairy tale cities in between, Earnest dropping, on & on being in complete awe of the story unfolding...
Record Label: self recorded/taught/hyped

My Blog

while reading The Gift by Lewis Hyde

& There are a thousand generations of poets inside me & these words evolve between us & every one of our quivering voices are echoing screams set against a wall of drums. Sometimes, like a...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Nov 2008 08:18:00 GMT

after Central Park 10/18/08

Hide & Seek There is something so wise inside this young girl's voice between the volume of the single cello. Something shaping the wind, pouring caskets-full of color into the mould of every wor...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Nov 2008 17:46:00 GMT

a new one

The Burial I am no longer who I am they've stolen my identity because I've lacked devotion All the roots are torn & now I'm on the run from the law When I was young I only wanted to grow into an ...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 18:13:00 GMT

an old one

What There Is   There is no djembe where one should be. There is no red kite in the blue sky up over the trees. There is no weather at all this day. There is no book to show for so much time gone...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 17:54:00 GMT

No one reads these anyway...

Poem Written in the Snow My violent heart, my cavernous yawn, my digital soul steeped in high philosophy remains anonymous & small & all my fathers know now their own mortality. The...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 11:48:00 GMT

Two Piles Scattering

She told me my poetry was decent but she didn't want to feel like she was "reading someone's goddam diary, you know?" So I took this one page & tried to publish it for conflicting reasons. I ha...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Dec 2007 02:32:00 GMT

elsewhere...


Posted by on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 00:23:00 GMT

Thoughts had while opening the front door

I want to die laughing. Die without guilt. Without awareness of falling; all chemicals & laughter. I want to live laughing & weightless; the birds prove it's possible. O, I love the mornings...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 11:07:00 GMT

feeling fresh & infinite

for years my friends & I have been generating these incredible verses. we share them when we meet, on paper napkins at bars, while sharing a hookah & a bottle of wine, & thru emails w...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 10:54:00 GMT

Prayer

Time itself is gathering speed. Time in general, beyond the breadth of synapse. Cosmic distance is drenched with nothing & the sun still beats. Her pulse tethered & galloping. So where is lov...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 10:53:00 GMT