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Sonia

dreams, like fairies, flit in and out of my life.

About Me

http://soniam.blogspot.com

http://www.louderarts.com/poets/mukherji

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars." -Jack Kerouac

"I cannot use a sign - a word or a sentence, say - without implying that it pre-exists me and will outlive me." -Derrida

"We have been called naive, as if it were a dirty word. We have been called innocent. . .But we say, some things must remain simple some things must remain untouched, and pure, lest we all forget, the legacy which begot us, the health of our origins, the poetry of our fundamental selves. And so, it is to, the longing hearts we sing, rise! spread your wings! Let no hand nor ill will keep you. "

My Interests

strawberry ice-cream, Crabtree & Evelyn, red pickup trucks, writing, indian classical dance, reading, listening to Jewel, literature, poetry, dancing, story-telling, truth or dare, early morning drives, cherry-flavored lollipops, late night walks, chocolate, rain

I'd like to meet:

Intellectuals and romanticists. Women that are lovely, as only women can be. Anyone utterly verbose, or ridiculously absurd. Anyone extraordinarily intense, or totally neurotic. Woody Allen types. Anyone with oodles of style or no style at all. Dreamers and thinkers. No Doers please; they ruin the possibility of what might happen by minimalizing what has happened. I wish to have many great loves, or one unquestionable, unfamothable, unparalleled love; anyone who can make either of these possible. Anyone who can make believable, events that could never actually have transpired, or is able to spin trivial, mediocre incidents, which have occured, into an unbelievable story. Any woman who is a modern-day version of Nobakov's Lolita. The Harajuku girls.

Music:

Jewel, indian classical, Jason Mraz, Simon and Garfunkel, Christina Aguilera, Frank Sinatra, oldies, Before Sunset soundtrack, Julie Delpy

Movies:

Fabuleux Destin d'Amelie Poulain, scene from 40 Days and 40 Nights, Jeux D'enfants, The Dreamers, The Virgin Suicides, Chandni Bar, Shopgirl, Amarcord, Before Sunset, Before Sunrise, A Very Long Engagement, Cinema Paradiso, Delicatassen, Belle Epoque, Il Postino, Like Water for Chocolate, L'auberge Espagnole, The Last Tango in Paris, Malena, Sylvia, Bread and Tulips, Happenstance, Big Fish, Mean Girls

Books:

Little Women, The God of Small Things, Noam Chomsky's 9-11, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting, The House on Mango Street, Ignorance, To the Lighthouse, A Room of One's Own, The Psychopathology of Everyday Life by Freud, The Mixquiahuala Letters, Derrida and Feminism. Fav. writers: Virginia Woolf, Pablo Neruda, Carolyn Forche, Slyvia Plath, Milan Kundera, Emily Dickinson, Maya Angelou, Louise Gluck.

My Blog

Recount/Chronicles/Remembrance of my Poetry show in Calcutta

India was amazing, but this post will be dedicated strictly to my poetry feature in Calcutta. Enjoy!The reading was held in a press room at the historic landmark Nandan cultural institute of Calcutta,...
Posted by Sonia on Sat, 06 Jan 2007 12:31:00 PST

Celebration, Nostalgia, and Poetry in Calcutta, India

tomorrow i leave for Calcutta, where I will be dreaming for the next two weeks.  along with the abundant amounts of fun that time in the precious city with dear family and friends is bound to bes...
Posted by Sonia on Wed, 13 Dec 2006 05:53:00 PST

When the need to consume wild things keeps

The thick, steel blood of the misguided deer on I-95 has instilled in you a taste for honey.  As it's monstrous head dangles from ceiling, you mince the flesh of your lover's cheek while he drea...
Posted by Sonia on Sun, 10 Dec 2006 06:23:00 PST

letter to myself. (lament of displacement)

What somber sun bids you, "well, morning," each day.  Tugs riseupthis is not a day that will find you peeled peaches and mother's perfume lingering at each bend.  Stone steps that lead yo...
Posted by Sonia on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 06:56:00 PST