On the 6 train

Friday, February 24, 2006
"Why would i touch her titties?" My girl grinned as I turned around. He kept talking. "This fat black woman. I walk by her and she's all I know you tried to touch me. Honey, I'm gay. and trying to listen to Madonna." We play Madonna on our ipod. Anchal whispers,“This little piggy went to..."

Anna's back with her 55 on Sepia Mutiny and I couldn't resist the invitation. Here's my dose of nanofiction to start this weekend off.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

hmmmm....intresting

silverine said...

LOL

Anonymous said...

Pramod.. u take literature to new heights, yet again.

deconstructualism at its best-

----a copy of a copy, is a copy--

zimblymallu said...

what biting sarcasm...i figure the only way to go is up.

its just 55 words. i'm flattered i rate the derrida label. the ambiguity seemed inherent to the presentation when i wrote it.

---that would be the point, wouldn't it--

i hear there's nothing new under the sun.

Anonymous said...

well perhaps... there's nothing new under the sun- however, there is a sense of excitement that occurs when u entertain different ideas, thoughts and combine them to create something that stimulates the mind and ...

don't u think? but then again a thought is a thought, till it turns into an a word and if given time and space- perhaps an action or even a reaction. ;)

Anonymous said...

not exactly sarcasm... i've read better expressive thoughts on ur site-- 55 words and less. =)

zimblymallu said...

hey. i appreciate the feedback. in fact, i never looked at the deconstructive angle till you pointed it out. which led me on quite a little quest on post structuralism, deconstructivism, derrida, literary theory and the philosophical divide on both sides of the atlantic.

i see where you're going, but in the words of the immortal jesus, if you thought it, you might as well have done it.

yeah. the time away has definitely affected my writing.

Anonymous said...

a few years ago, all i did was eat and sleep derrida, or shall i say jacque? since i know him so well. ur piece was, how shall i put this-was deconstructualism at it's best, esp. in a culture such as ours- this entirely is meaningless of course (but its a great place for deconstructualism to breathe and take root), since culture it self can be open to interpretation, and varies from one geographic location to the next- not sure if derrida would be so popular at this time of age.