Comments on: The Mutiny Always Rings Twice

By: Gujjubhai

Gujjubhai — Thu, 15 Jun 2006 05:09:54 +0000

hmmm….the barmaid,the Anna, the blindfold AND Anna cracking the whip!…….verry interesting .

BarMaid, your blog has become an addiction for me. Can’t wait to see your posts at SM.

By: Crazyfinger

Crazyfinger — Tue, 13 Jun 2006 22:53:00 +0000

Man, tough crowd. Was it that bad:-( Who the heck is Osho?

Crazyfinger

By: Kenyandesi

Kenyandesi — Tue, 13 Jun 2006 20:01:11 +0000

Welcome Barmaid. I lurve your blog. I often lurk there

By: scarlet begonias

scarlet begonias — Tue, 13 Jun 2006 04:07:21 +0000

Sounds like Osho is here...

welcome barmaid.

By: A N N A

A N N A — Tue, 13 Jun 2006 02:51:33 +0000

wtf?

By: Crazyfinger

Crazyfinger — Tue, 13 Jun 2006 02:16:06 +0000

See that faint black mist up at the horizon? No, no, don’t open your blindfold, stay put. It’s not yet time for the sights and sounds of a self-assured world. Now open your heart’s eyes. Do you see it? It looks like a gray ocean, with little gobs fading in and out, like a baby kaleidoscopic, not fully grown yet. Do you hear a faint hum, dub-dubbing, looking up now and then, not sure if it should go on with the beat? That is the sight of the swelling of our hearts and those sounds are our feelings of kinship. For long we too were waiting “at the intersection of Good Storytelling, Meaningful Prose and Cultural Context.” For what, we really can’t say. We’ll know when we see it. We feel it’s there when it’s devoid of that instinct of distrust. We believe it when what we read lifts us and leaves us permanently in the shadow of that heightened experience of you, taking us with you, encouraging us to leave our whims and silly fantasies by the wayside. Would you welcome us with a look of askance, or with an open heart? Do you want us to say what you write is “one of the best” or “the best in the contemporary,” or “the best ever written in the history”? See, we are still gray gobs and a faint hum-dub. We are not sure if we can flatter you convincingly. But when we feel it occasionally, when we shed our fear of acknowledgment, we will gather our freedom and we will say that this is that kind of account, that kind of Story, that kind of Prose that comes across in front of us as if it’s a note carried by a bird that just flew in, landed on the perch and we said suddenly, “What a majestic bird, most beautiful I ever saw!” For us these moments then become those types of moments when it feels like we are witnessing what we knew all along, that life is not a progression from poor to rich or from small reach to big reach, but rather it is a progression from small heat to big heat, from small intensity to big intensities. Like the distant, remote, indifferent, small intensity light, much like glow of a church light at a distance that gradually progresses into a bright white intensity of forgiveness as one gets nearer. Whoever you are, don’t try too hard.

Regards, Crazyfinger

By: AC

AC — Mon, 12 Jun 2006 22:24:20 +0000

crystal goblets

we were more of a beer/indian stainless-steel cup crew ourselves. the only thing worse than using the not-to-be-used crystal was breaking the not-to-be-used Crystal.

can't wait to read your entries!

By: nofixedadderess

nofixedadderess — Mon, 12 Jun 2006 21:35:43 +0000

hmmm....the barmaid,the Anna AND the blindfold.....verry interesting;

welcome home barmaid,hope to drown my sorrows in the shiraz of ur writing.

By: A N N A

A N N A — Mon, 12 Jun 2006 20:50:50 +0000

hmm Anna and a blindfold..interesting

cracks whip

Focus on the BARMAID, would you please? Thanks.

By: Jeet

Jeet — Mon, 12 Jun 2006 20:36:55 +0000

hmm Anna and a blindfold..interesting

on another note welcome