RINA BANERJEE (B. 1963)

In what seemed at first a monster's colonial dream, leprechauns of amber body and agile mind blew west wondering what it would be like to leave land, ocean, bird, bear, feline and the bounty of horned beasts, to leave our nature for culture

RINA BANERJEE (B. 1963)

A World Made of Nature Created her Untidy Beauty, Captured her Maker's Eye but not Once but Thrice "Culture" who Played her a Fool, Maimed her Walk and Unsweetened her Magic

Rina Banerjee (née en 1963)

Tightly footed upon this earth and owning only limbs of fruit and leaf too he fought to clear his throat of all other beings thaty float and fly and move about like you

RINA BANERJEE (B. 1963)

She was Primitive and Childish but Escaped Extinction by Playing into Public Curiosity

RINA BANERJEE (B. 1963)

Eve in earnest and with an agreeable discomfort ripened, bruised and curious like fallen fruit in sleep

RINA BANERJEE (B. 1963)

Wondering Angel Insects

RINA BANERJEE (B. 1963)

It Rained so She Rained

RINA BANERJEE (B. 1963)

Swing swing she was her Swamy’s sunshine while moo specks, flakes and frost flirted with her shape. The others not those who had fallen out of grace because of unfortunate race missed her but stayed though out of her way.

Rina Banerjee (née en 1963)

Feathery fountain horn and furty finger nail

Rina Banerjee (née en 1963)

Feathery fountain horn and funy finger nail

RINA BANERJEE (B. 1963)

Try Harder to be Free of Country, Water, Sky and Foreign Friends; Don't Frown When you Wear my Crown Around Town!

RINA BANERJEE (B. 1963)

Ostrich Girl in Exile

RINA BANERJEE (B. 1963)

A mighty mass of foam wept, a net no less wet and sticky claimed each speck of labor for another speck, broke them off her country's sweat so did she squatted on tight thighs, to beat out her horrid task, one at dark and the other by sight when colonial powers swung high a undignified humanity reigned no less till all was free to name; Ivory hunters, rubber merchants, labor traders, farm hands, like ancient tree, Banyan tree threw it's tangerine roots from his pale mouth, scraped the earth of wealth with bodies jumping, swaying and swirling, black and brown limbs flying, small hands churning to feed the cream she made with this crimson flesh to colonial kings too far to see, so make them sing with no remorse while nature and savage flicker, to cease upon a candles glow