Pradeep took me to this. It was raining that evening. The literary-fight thing was inside the Jewish museum. After finding...we were late...parking, rain, late start etc. and we sat right at the back.
I don't know what to think of it. Let's see what I remember. the first was that lady with lots of hair...her writing reminded me of this free flowing script like Ulysses...like katha...in the end, i went and told her...what dd told me about katha and kahani...that katha has no beginning, no end...kahani has a definite beginning and end. Her piece was titled copulation or something like that. And there was the only guy...he read poems..he was a teacher from wisconsin...he won. And that lady who brought out candles...torn jeans...switched off lights...and said poems from memory. And that other lady who enacted very well...but overtly reliant on sex...something about when her dad was having parkinson's he started sending her his dick pics...because he worked on sex magazines in his youth...something like that. it was poignant actually.
I was most disappointed with the judges...yes, they are published...two were standup comedians...but so weak in their reading and assessment...very flaky. Pradeep said SFO is like that. A lot into look and feel and the outer. I don't know. Overall, I found the writing moderately interesting or too trying to be interesting...not simple. It wasn't the story itself...it was simply the way of telling the story...a deliberate attempt to make it interesting, shocking, titillating...an over-reliance on sex...oh well.
We later stepped out. Then went to that Japanese place called Ippudo...had sake...great and nice. We were almost catching up but had to go bcos amy was stuck in the rain etc.
I don't know what to think of it. Let's see what I remember. the first was that lady with lots of hair...her writing reminded me of this free flowing script like Ulysses...like katha...in the end, i went and told her...what dd told me about katha and kahani...that katha has no beginning, no end...kahani has a definite beginning and end. Her piece was titled copulation or something like that. And there was the only guy...he read poems..he was a teacher from wisconsin...he won. And that lady who brought out candles...torn jeans...switched off lights...and said poems from memory. And that other lady who enacted very well...but overtly reliant on sex...something about when her dad was having parkinson's he started sending her his dick pics...because he worked on sex magazines in his youth...something like that. it was poignant actually.
I was most disappointed with the judges...yes, they are published...two were standup comedians...but so weak in their reading and assessment...very flaky. Pradeep said SFO is like that. A lot into look and feel and the outer. I don't know. Overall, I found the writing moderately interesting or too trying to be interesting...not simple. It wasn't the story itself...it was simply the way of telling the story...a deliberate attempt to make it interesting, shocking, titillating...an over-reliance on sex...oh well.
We later stepped out. Then went to that Japanese place called Ippudo...had sake...great and nice. We were almost catching up but had to go bcos amy was stuck in the rain etc.
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