Monday, 16 January 2012

Galle is literally a festival

We don’t know who imprinted
with foot and fairytale
labour and vocation
belief and self-belief
despair and decorum,
nothing either of mask and masked 
the unmasking and shredding 
and the saladizing of anxiety,
little of what was done 
by whom and in whose name,
but there were and will always be vessel,
bait and biting
a catch and a sale
and literary fragments 
to sweaten a deal
in the cultural hoax
of this annual trip
along a super highway 
of words, blurbs and blabber
bypassing landmarks of being
that have and will survive
voyeur and voyeurism 


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