Roses

Five months into the I Fellow schedule, this is a good time to reflect a little on work done (and undone).
As it happens, I have strayed quite a bit from my topic as I originally envisaged it. These things are difficult to predict ,but I'm quite happy with the 'shape' things have taken. The central concerns of race, gender, belonging, identity and memory remain but have taken unexpected forms.The surprise element ( well for me at least) was that they didn't even stay 'stories', veering towards other forms like meditations . Though I would not strictly categorise them as either.
The building that was to be central to my stories disappeared.( The first blog piece ). And I watched in horror as the stories refused to be 'stories' and spilt out of the building into other spaces - streets, parks - and some of them are indeed homeless.Now, a few months later - I am even more surprised to see an 'unity' of sorts arise, and hopefully by August I will have what will be a 'series' of short pieces ( and extracts from a long piece) .
I waited a bit before I put up this piece - "roses' .Its a little too direct , the players all too familiar, violent, and a piece that if interpreted in a 'sentimental ' way , would be disastrous. Perhaps, it is unnecessary too...( I must restrain myself from holding forth on how it should not be read ).But a blog does give one the freedom to put up imperfect pieces ( and as imperfect pieces go , I do have a soft corner for this one!).And this way, I dont have to watch faces for a reaction or giggle nervously so here it is...