Category: Art

On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje shares his experiences on reading Sheetal Sivaramakrishnan's poetry. Titled 'with me / otherwise', the book offers a look within.

On Poems by S

With ease, she slips into a conversation of summer and the rain. Almost as if you have bumped into her on a long winding village road, sat beneath a tree and exchanged stories for a longer time. One can almost imagine how her words are leaping out of the paper, absurd yet making sense in the way they have been structured. Absurd, yet falling into place like a human does. Absurd, and utterly mad, utterly raw, reminding you of what you went through the last you had sex. Read more →

Sushrut Munje writes how a person is audacious poetry, complete enough to make sense, incomplete enough to intrigue. People are beautiful, & some even more so.

Compilation of Hotness

It is a rainy evening, full of conversations and good work on my brand spanking new wooden desk. Cradling a cold brew throughout, my delicate sensibilities have been on a high. The music isn’t helping, and I find myself drifting away. Skimming through what I’ve written over the last few months, it’s startling the passion that has gone into these sentences. I forget most of the things I write. I forget the intensity experienced till the words are read again. This compilation was meant to happen. Read more →

On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje writes poetry on the reckless nature of tumultuous passion, quite like unplanned yet ecstatic spurts of acrylic on canvas.

Reckless

When the moon shines bright, it’s a good night to fall in love. Her words set the tone. Do you smell the summer spice in her hair? Feel the wind hug you in its entirety, and her. When the scent of the night flowers lays insistent, it’s a good time to fall in love. Taste the rain, do you, it comes like she does, slow and heavy, wet and thirsty, you gasp like you have never had. Read more →

2001 : A Lesson In Design Fiction

I watched it on the big screen with a friend recently. He hadn’t seen it before and it wasn’t the film he was expecting it to be. When I saw it the first time around, I thought so too. It was quiet. The Dawn of Man was silent. Lingering wide shots of featureless expanses. Crude man-apes fighting for water. My friend became bored. Where were all the spaceships? He asked. I didn’t care. I was fascinated. I was becoming as entranced as I had been the first time I watched it. The first time I watched it, changed my imagination and my world forever. Read more →

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