From N.D.A. Road,
low clouds flirting
with treetops
sculpt surreal
tableaux. I could
break outta my
skin, into a wispy
entity.
- Max
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
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Max Babi, my guru, like Tukaram has a weakness - he barely records his prolific output of poetry. Tukaram is immortal because of Santaji Jagnade who collected his works; this is my attempt to get as much of Max's stuff (he sends it on SMS) in one place.
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