AkhmatovaAkhmatova’s sparkling prose is a discovery this morning. Someone shared it on twitter, and work day turns into poetry deep dive. This one is an untitled poem, from her collection ‘Evening’. Words read as a poetic articulation of last year.And when we had cursed each other,Passionate, white hot,We still didn’t understandHow small the earth can … Continue reading
My Shakespeare pill, every few weeks - Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer’s lease hath all too short a date - Sonnet XVIII Shakespeare
बाकी कविता शब्दों से नहीं लिखी जाती, पूरे अस्तित्व को खींचकर एक विराम की तरह कहीं भी छोड़ दी जाती है… - कुँवर नारायण Here’s another man, Kunwar Narayan, who read English literature and wrote in Hindi. Why don’t I ever meet such people when they are alive? Always to communion with ghosts, of those living … Continue reading Hindi Poetry’s New Age Poet
Reading SzymborskaSlept with Daag’s poetry and woke up to Szymborska’s. A Twitter user shares this, which must be posted here to make it available for those moments when I search for poetry again, on my own wall.This, a season of dissolving memories.
04/6/2018Daag ke kuch khyaal, Aligarh wali kitaab se:Pehla khyaal -‘Aagey aati thi yaad bhi teri,Abb kabhi bhool kar nahi aati’ Dusra khyaal - 'Kisi ka mujhko na mohtaj rakh zamaane meinKami hai kaun si ya rabb tere khazaane mein’Iss raat parinda azaad ho chala…
He said I need a captain to anchor my ship for I’m drifting!I looked for you pirate! To throw yr best shot & the kitchen sinkThru light years and onwards we slow dance and romance!When I feel hungry! You feed me canned egg plant!Let’s call it quits and enjoy the show! Read a kickass little … Continue reading Do you write?
Poetry heals Afaq Mahmoud, read this poem at a PEN meet. The depth and form, of these lines, are a revelation of the healing potential of poetry. Love it. Will live it. ’because when grief makes a home out of you,you learn to make a home out of everything else.”(H/T Samira)
Maina made him the poet that he became, I’d like to imagine. This PRO at State Bank of India sure had a lot more on his desk. Maina’s memories kept up with him, always looking, from over the shoulders. Sitting thrilled reading his poetry this morning. For once, glad that Sahitya Akademi recognized this distant … Continue reading Discovering Batalvi
RomanticsShamelessly borrowing this from Popova, for this fine poem must be available here, to read, when those searching moments hit. Lisel Mueller’s poem ‘Romantics’ dedicated to Brahms and Schumann - ROMANTICSJohannes Brahms and Clara SchumannThe modern biographers worry“how far it went,” their tender friendship.They wonder just what it meanswhen he writes he thinks of her constantly,his … Continue reading
loop loop loop… (if Barthelme was to write. That tendency to write a word thrice… infected!)Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan first performed this Mirabai bhajan during his tour to India in 1979. That line ‘pritam ka kuch dosh nahi hai’ strikes differently, in this little room on the terrace, every time it arrives. How amazing, this timelessness of … Continue reading