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Poetry

An impression of red lips on a white surface.

I will meet you post quarantine

A kiss for the side of your neck One for the last of your back For a year that we couldn’t meet I will meet you in December And warm up the year-long winter Digital ropes on your white wrists Each moan like expensive porcelain crashing on slippery marble I will clothe your body in…
A screenshot of Kalki Koechlin's rendition of 'The Printing Machine'. The background has a fade-effect of newspaper headlines. To the left is Kalki's face till the beginning of her shoulders. She is looking directly at the camera. Her hair is tied with strands across her face. To the left, in big red lettering: KALKI an underneath it, in black and strikethrough: UNBLUSHED. 'BLUSH' is bold.

Video: Kalki Koechlin: The Printing Machine | Unblushed

Sharp and evocative, Kalki Koechlin’s spoken-word poem The Printing Machine lays bare the cycle of ceaseless and desensitised consumption engendered by the media. Kalki’s short and hard-hitting sentences, keys tap-tap-tapping, and the chrrs and grrs of printing machines bring out the urgency and sensationalism media narratives embody, turning incidents of violence into a stream of headlines that make us gasp and forget, gasp and forget.
A watercolour image of a woman

Poems by Nhylar

1. A Certain Type of Life  since the age of 16 I idealised a certain type of life involving certain type of women who loved women they were the kind of people who looked perfectly content stooped over a book and their lover in a park on a beautiful Sunday morning the kind of people…
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