July 25th, 2015

Nina Simone, Sandra Bland And…

Young, gifted and black
I’m none of those things but Sandra was
Nina was, Nina’s daughter who Nina beat was.

Nina had big lips. The kind you picture
puffed up after a fist to the mouth.

A mouth is where words come out of.

The mouth is what holds a cigarette
she refuses to put out.

Jeff tells me to relieve tension in this technique called rolfing, they
put a finger in your mouth and press on
your jaw hard from the inside.
You only need to do this once in your life.

In the hot, cracked seconds
when the color wheel lands exactly on the right spot
on the blend of blood and blue, her mouth
the surge can’t contain his dumb instruments

you can step on the pipes that
transmit sound through the mouth.
anything to stop the sound a mouth makes.

To be young, gifted and black
glisten like flattened tar at noon
at night in a small room
where a mother holds her child against her chest
on a revolving black disc with dust
on a screen, royal, behind glass
Alabama’s gotten me so upset
Tennessee made me lose my rest

in the dark of wonder
in the dark of forget

- Indu Subaiya
Los Feliz, July 25, 2015

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I love LA moment number a billion

November 23rd, 2014


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June 22nd, 2014


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On the eve of 40

June 4th, 2014

I just found this in my drafts, written probably on March 9th or 10th 2012.   San Miguel de Allende is the most elegant usher across the threshold into 40.  A place to experience beauty in all its forms – in the mingling of people from all walks of life, at all hours in the public square, to the glow of many cathedral domes and spires across the horizon, to the cuban band waiting for the church bells to stop ringing before resuming their number, to multiple mariachi bands singing away, not bothering they are one on top of each other.




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After a long hiatus

June 4th, 2014

I’m back on Indusubaiya.com. 2013 was a hard year but a transformative year. And now we’re in 2014 and the climate is calmer. I hope I write about all the things I love: Writing itself, film, Health 2.0, the brain, India, Los Angeles, my family, product design, and self-reliance.

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Brave New Girl

January 1st, 2013


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New Years Eve 2011, Silverlake

December 31st, 2011

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I want to save the New York Times

December 23rd, 2011

After seeing Page One, the stellar documentary about the state of the New York Times in an age of dying print news, I’m more convinced than ever that the NYT can become more profitable than anything. I know there are a gazillion brilliant people who’ve been working at this issue for a long time but I think if I had access to capital that was willing to be patient for a while, I could figure out a model. For one, their online presence is so under-leveraged. The year in review in pictures can’t even be embedded in another blog – this gorgeous visual history – I can’t share with anyone other than via a hyperlink. That is the kind of difference I’d be exacting about if it were my company. It’s the kind of thing that actually makes a difference. When I sign in, why can’t I customize the page better? Why is Times Topics buried in a random link up top when it’s the coolest thing ever? And many more questions.

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Billie Holiday sings Strange Fruit

December 18th, 2011

I read about this song in Lapham’s Quarterly, in a piece written by Billy Holiday herself where she talks about how the song came about — partly based on a poem and partly based on how her father died. Every time she sang it she had to run to the bathroom where she got sick – it took that much out of her. It starts, “Southern trees bear a strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root.” I listened to it just now, and the waves of chills are still coming.

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Back in Berlin

October 31st, 2011

After 7 years, it’s the particular joy of returning. Of finding the same painting on the side of a building, the same wind tunnel sound of the S train, the same dark dreams. And of course the Park Inn which caught my eye as soon as I arrived in Berlin and dominated my visual-mind-scape for the entirety of my stay – for reasons I can’t fully articulate.

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