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		<title>Adrienne Rich: Where does strength come from?</title>
		<link>http://ultraviolet.in/2012/04/14/adrienne-rich-where-does-strength-come-from/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2012 10:35:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kirthi Rao</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A critical analysis of things as they are, wearing a gender lens &#8212; this is an important feminist  preoccupation. It helps let the community of gender-watchers know what to look out for, what to take a view on and perhaps, also, what to oppose/rebel against. But does it widen that community? It does that to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>This poem is a cow</title>
		<link>http://ultraviolet.in/2012/03/13/this-poem-is-a-cow/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2012 19:14:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Krishnakumar Sankaran</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Stalking trash trucks on weekends, she waits by signals. Men reading their morning paper or men midstride their morning jog or men trailing a corpse in their mourning white lift her skirt, slide a pointed finger in between her cheeks, then out, then kiss it reverently. In bars and coffee shops, she has heard: [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Hiroshi&#8217;s Hunger</title>
		<link>http://ultraviolet.in/2012/02/05/a-poem/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2012 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ranu Uniyal</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There are nights of all nights when the sky turns crimson red and the wind hollow. And on moon like this Chiyuki’s Hiroshi wails for her sea-sucked breasts. Hunger mounts and the neighbours’ laughter mounts higher still. Steady as a bat with her drum like fingers. She plays. The soft- mint like smile cripples his [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Two Poems</title>
		<link>http://ultraviolet.in/2011/10/04/two-poems-7/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2011 20:48:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sharanya Haridas</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry & Creative]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[How to escape a Skinner box Electronic relationships are the easiest to erase Reject all phone calls, Blacklist the number, Block him everywhere Just hit the ‘delete’ button and it’s all over Go without talking to him this minute and you can Go the next and the next and for every minute after that As [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Strawberries</title>
		<link>http://ultraviolet.in/2011/09/09/strawberries/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Sep 2011 04:30:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Trisha Bora</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There’s been a mistake. You didn’t expect this glitch. This vanishing point of a private murmuring city. This fumbling in a void of spreading formlessness (they told you it would be a flower, not a slit). Greedy mouth, how many fingers can you swallow? In the movies, you would unzip her out of her dress [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Two poems</title>
		<link>http://ultraviolet.in/2011/06/23/two-poems-6/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2011 13:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Shruti Sareen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Body & Sexuality]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Being Belindas (a response to Pope&#8217;s Rape of the Lock) The mirror hangs before me My long face stares back at me a pointed chin whose rounding I dread A tiny forehead gleaned from the thick mass of black hair surrounding it. At the black hair now streaked with red I oscillate between fascination and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Aqua Regia</title>
		<link>http://ultraviolet.in/2011/05/16/aqua-regia/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2011 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sumana Roy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[And all I see now is my face through a curtain: a pebbled pock-marked past, its burning by-lanes, and drop by drop, like a leaking sewer, his love, pungent, corrosive, windblown. And all I’ll see now is my unborn child learning the alphabet and its vitriolic histories: H for He, H for Hate, H for [...]]]></description>
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		<title>She&#8217;s the Art</title>
		<link>http://ultraviolet.in/2011/04/22/shes-the-art/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Apr 2011 05:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Urvashi Bahuguna</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[She&#8217;s a study. A truncated, Curving, Elusive Prometheus With the moment, this very one, As her rock. She&#8217;s a tangent, if you will. She extends Over the planes; A circle within a circle, Submerging The curling, straining ends Of the magnetized tracks. She&#8217;s a limit, if you will. She Pulls a weight, one with a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Two Poems</title>
		<link>http://ultraviolet.in/2010/10/22/two-poems-5/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2010 09:55:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anita Sivakumaran</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://ultraviolet.in/?p=1421</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[My Never Naked Mother I There are such things to a child As there is the virgin birth to a Christian. My mother, I always imagined, Never took her clothes off. For sex she merely lifted up The skirts of her sari, the fold Upon fold and exposed Blameless legs, fuzzy in my Imagining or [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Two Poems</title>
		<link>http://ultraviolet.in/2010/09/23/two-poems-4/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Sep 2010 08:07:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Namita Krishnamurthy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry & Creative]]></category>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://ultraviolet.in/?p=1399</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[nola three floors above the street, Nola sits naked on a bench with winter that coos into her ears like rain he mixes colours, a tinge of blush in his cheeks, to paint poinsettias - I can only write of the artist whispering nothing but conscience into the brush but Nola will still sit on [...]]]></description>
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