baruk
craftist, library assistant, house husband. originally from shillong in north east india, now based in auckland, aotearoa new zealand.
breathe
By baruk on June 3, 2011
breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out breathe
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more broken bottles
By baruk on May 31, 2011
i can’t really think of a better metaphor for what i’d like my life’s work to be than ‘breaking bottles’. “what do you do?” “oh i break bottles.” nice, lol.
Posted in bottlebroke | Tagged bottlebroke
your war
By baruk on May 24, 2011
your war is your own. your victory and celebration is yours, and the ecstatic chanting of your name. yours is the power. and the glory. yours the collateral damage and the bodycount. mine? mine is the empty. the alone. and the wishing. but your war, your war is your own.
Posted in poems | Tagged glory, power, war | 2 Responses
bady gril
By baruk on May 20, 2011
Posted in etc, photos | Tagged bady gril, cellphone photography, photo | 4 Responses
review(ish): atlas of remote islands
By baruk on May 17, 2011
i’ve never quite understood ‘travelling’ as it is often done today, the main purpose of which seems to be to rush from one place to another, with more photographs of a place than memories. i seem to prefer the slow journey, where you spend months or years in a place before moving on. it [...]
Posted in maps, uncategorised | Tagged atlas of remote islands, banaba, islands, maps, review(ish), reviews | 2 Responses
doors open
By baruk on May 14, 2011
doors open. and shut. and slam. and are locked. and are broken down. and open. walls just stand there, fixed and stern, like charity. and windows sometimes offer more hope than fulfilment. but doors, they open.
Posted in photos | Tagged cellphone photography, doors, open, photo essay | 1 Response
rust to rust
By baruk on May 10, 2011
There’s something inherently beautiful about rust. It is a vivid reminder that nothing we make will last forever – not our great machines nor our many fences. It may take a million years, but in the end, green leaves and sea water take it all back. We will all die, and others will stand where [...]
Posted in etc, photos | Tagged civilization, death, rust | 2 Responses
long long ago
By baruk on May 6, 2011
Long long ago, and far far away, there was a mountain. At the foot of the mountain (sorta near the big toe) there was a stream. It was a long and winding stream, and was very famous in certain circles. By the side of the stream, just after a very bendy bend, was a rather [...]
Posted in etc, photos, stories | Tagged americans, deeticus, story | 1 Response
For the Girl in the Bright Red Dress
By baruk on May 3, 2011
We could not see you, Though you stood right there, In a bright red dress. We could not hear you, Though you broke your voice, Screaming into our ears. Instead we chose The facade of smiles, Blind our eyes, To that which made us uneasy, Itched under our skins. And when your smile turned [...]
Posted in poems | Tagged bright red dress, lalnunsanga ralte, poem, sanga, shillong | 2 Responses
