Madras must be boring
Monday, March 16th, 2009I don’t understand poetry.
Then, there is Sharanya Manivannan. Who read some verse at the Leather Bar. Which, apparently, was free. I was told she is macabre and shocking. She is hot as hell, that I agree with. As for the depths of darkness, I think she has achieved her pinnacle in the back pages of Metro Plus.
Most people who did not spread their legs for Sudhish Kamath will dismiss the content as apallingly fake. The form, I do not understand. Maybe, poetry is about a hot chick in a funny dress reading out shallow prose with wrong punctuation. That though, I am told, is meter.