Reading Doreen Massey

“A lot of what I’ve been trying to do over the all too many years when I’ve been writing about space,” she told interviewer Nigel Warburton in a 2013 Social Science Bites interview that remains one of our most popular, “is to bring space alive, to dynamize it and to make it relevant, to emphasize … Continue reading Reading Doreen Massey →

I do not know this Mulk Raj Anand who sat in London’s public bars and made small talk. Delightful though. Conversations in Bloomsbury is a rather unusual book. Life knocked out the humor in him in later years or he chose to write that way, I am not sure.

A portrait

Mel Brooks is 92. Here is some from a brilliant piece on him- A few weeks earlier, in his office at the Culver Studios in Los Angeles, he moved back and forth in his desk chair, but at a certain point he stood up and remained standing, shooting out songs and stories, restaurant and hotel advice, … Continue reading A portrait →

Barking

Jim Harrison’s poem ‘Barking’. I imagine the man lived a full life. BARKING The moon comes up. The moon goes down. This is to inform you that I didn’t die young. Age swept past me but I caught up. Spring has begun here and each day brings new birds up from Mexico. Yesterday I got a … Continue reading Barking →

On Failure Not sure how these readings surface on the screen. Seems like a mean little divine algorithm running in the background which throws up writing with parallels to current life situations. Not complaining. This is enriching if anything.

TE Lawrence (via Largottes on twitter) “All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it … Continue reading →

Camus

Camus. It is time to read. Have overlooked his books at bookstores often. Chanced upon this quote.‘Everything is forgotten’ - witnessed it, faced it. And now the thought seems compelling enough to probe more into this feeling of greatness and how it dissipates away in the flow of years. Believe me there is no such … Continue reading Camus →

Before leaving

We leave half a world of memories abandoned but after having lived them well. I cruise through those with an intention of making more, every night, after drifting into sleep. I wake up and think of the other half that is yet to be created. For the remaining half, we do not meet. We walk … Continue reading Before leaving →

(Via Rachel Moravia on twitter) Gets the grain of life’s experience. To let it go requires work every damn day. And yet, every following morning it is back to square one, where one fails to imagine life in the absence of what one loved.

(Via Anneverse). I continue to hold Dom’s edited volume of Indian Journeys. An all time favourite for mornings and for time when spirit slips into the gutter. Journeys lifts me back up.