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Ugadi

The neighbors festooned their deck with lights and there were lots of tire tracks on the front footage this morning.We wondered what we had missed! It's the Telugu New Year, and among other rituals, people eat the foods shown in the photo. These particular foods, referred to as Ugadi Pachhadi, symbolize the fact that life is a mixture of sadness, happiness, anger, fear, disgust, and surprise, and we should accept it all:

Neem buds/flowers for bitterness
Raw mango for tang
Tamarind juice for sourness
Green chili/Pepper for heat
Jaggery for sweetness
Pinch of salt for saltiness

Recitations of the religious almanac, Panchangam, are broadcast on TV during this festival, and the celebration also includes literary discussions, poetry readings and recitals of Carnatic music. All under a canopy of cherry blossoms, in this neighborhood.

Chopin - Scherzo no.4, op.54 (François)

IthacaLit

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Cheryl Snell - IthacaLit

Thanks to Michele Lesko and Sherry O'Keefe for choosing my two new poems for their magazine!

Cheryl Snell - IthacaLit

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Cheryl Snell - IthacaLit

Thanks to Michele Lesko and Sherry O'Keefe for choosing my two new poems for their magazine!

Relatives

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My before followed
your after
your down and out
your without within.
Despite or because
I came around and about
but you wanted behind
and possibly under.
Considering the for and against
how to get beyond?
Our inside among was neither
here nor there
so
if became when
and then right Now
and the present was where
I moved past you.

Connectives

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My before followed
your after,
your down and out,
your without within.
Despite or because,
I became around and about,
but you wanted behind
and possibly under.
Considering the for and against,
how to get beyond?
Our inside among was
neither here nor there,
so
if became when
and then, right now,
and the present was where
I moved past you.

Prokofiev Sonata No.6 Op.82

My Saturday morning jam!

Van Cliburn "Widmung" Schumann-Liszt

Labletter's Monthly Notes

Hindsight

Thank you!

Jack Kerouac reads American Haikus