What’s Ours
It’s ours (we had)
we’d share, we said
we didn’t know who else
we didn’t care who else
we all left ‘em herds
when it melted we left
when it froze, we were set free
they said “how much”
they said “how to”
they said it’s theirs
we forgot what’s true
we forgot
for whom
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Small Fish Eats Big Fish
It’s yellow, this beast, floating in a blue sea.
It’s big, as much as I can see.
The plants are small for it to hide.
It has been feasting on everything that comes beside.
The tiny fishes have been fearing it all this while.
Today the fish has been looking and no one seems to be around.
As you further look into the sea, there is a much bigger fish that is following this yellow fish,
silently.
Now I can see this bigger fish from up-close
It is a school of tiny fishes, very very tight.
They attack this yellow fish and it cannot even bite.
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At Coovum Art Festival, I am interested in speaking with works that consider the idea of the commons and politics that are at intersections with environmentalism including class, gender, caste, electoral politics and urban policies. Works that speak with the histories of these politics and look at future possibilities on how to create new, safe and friendly public spaces through shared ownership and responsibility will be explored. Temporal mediums, participatory, process-based practices, archives and trans-disciplinary engagements maybe realized.
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