On Jayan's new poem: Vidyadharan is drunk with peeping on this voyeuristic self-pleasuring. I like it. I do, honestly. And beautiful diction (though I remember 'paLunkustharam' from elsewhere in Jayan's poetry. Here he has gotten bolder, and pulled out all the stops. That's all. I fail to see here anything more than in all the classic Jayanish paeans to sex. Unless there's another angle to it, my inability to see which is due to a sensibility gap that mistifies for me all the otherwise-great originality of craft in similar assays in poesy.