Vaishali Paliwal

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Flute magician unknown. Other world unknown. Time and space unknown. Lady soaking the sun unknown. Sun unknown. Lady carrying the woods unknown. Thought and breath unknown.

This realm of not knowing, this movement without ideas and concepts, this empty vessel devoid of definitions of potency, this pause, I have known before from the shade of the only flower tree in the desert of life.

One drop of water without intention, without resistance, without even surrender. This drop of water from her palm to mine. She, the container and protector of music of the forest.

The man, the man, the flute man, only a sound for me, sent by the unknown god, sweet sweet god, honey sound.

Vaishali Paliwal

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Volcano

teach me the color and the thread of the world , teach me how to knit without a word, without a needle, like the first quilt woven by the first time we made fire, by the woman who knew her red rose. i am counting on your small hands. you wrapping the mother cloth around my body. you embroidering the bougainvilleas that just fit me right, find me right. you placing a mirror in front of me that reshapes my woman. i am following your footsteps. your smile. your vessel full of fire, of blood, of petals . i have rooted in your shade. i am the new volcano of red roses.

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Morning Song

Under the eye of the creator, every sin will pass, will melt, will merge into the morning air that carries the first bird song, to my ears that is god singing to me in the hour of first light that has managed to escape color, bridge and word, that is beyond eros and logos, beyond the war between digit and blood, beyond my muteness and empty surrender, to a quiet breeze of early summer and my urge to remember.
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ADIEU BOHÈME, Jeanne Frenkel, Cosme Castro, 2017

Poetic masterpiece singing of intimacy, loss and remains. Jaw dropping musical visuals shot live with images of wrestling of human connections, their beauty, their absence, their eruptions and their vanishing. There is this one shot that carries your eyes through the dance floor of different set ups of masked and acting, bare and lost, exchanging and foreplaying humans saying goodbye to each other in the most beautiful of stage settings. Spectacular short that answers the long plagued question of what is art and what it is not especially in context of avant garde cinema.

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ADIEU BOHÈME

Jeanne Frenkel, Cosme Castro

2017

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