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Breaking News. 10 January 2015

Standing in unlit corridor, I spread shabby white sheet over cool blue rexine: number twelve, side upper berth. Train, wracked by deep cough trembles, moves. Explosion at restaurant in Lyon in France: Source AFP. I push dark suede moccasin under seat across. Shots fired in car chase north east of Paris say police sources. 20 […]

Tomas Transformer?

I was watching the news on a regional channel recently when the ticker below declared that Tomas ‘Transformer’ had won the Nobel Prize. This sudden transformation of Transtromer did bring on a smile, but it also reminded me of the kind of effect the poetry of this man had on me when I stumbled upon […]

Waiting Room

I am waiting for the doctor at the  clinic. There’s something quite transitory about this room itself. As if the collective anxiety of people who have waited here for years have crystallized into invisible stalactites of fear. I think of all the pointless waiting. Prisoners waiting to be gassed, murderers to be electrocuted and couples […]

The Meaning of Obscurity

Like monsoons in March, I am writing again. Happily out of season. I remember reading Celan’s Deathfugue for the first time many years ago. I did not know what to do with it. Like a  funeral procession passing by my window on a monochrome evening, I watched it go by. I looked up from the […]

Remembrance of Things Lost

Everything I remember in life revolves around forgetting. Pencils, erasers, books, keys, friends, poems and things of every conceivable kind. With apologies to M. Proust, here’s to forgetfulness. Pens: I have always had an almost fanatic fascination for pens – and an equally unfathomable talent for losing them at regular intervals. I distinctly remember a […]

An Unscheduled Meeting

Recently, I ran into John at the airport. He seemed to be having a severe attack of writing; more intense than anything I remember him having any time recently. I had caught him in the middle of a week long writing break from work. So we started off on writing – and in a few […]

Making Sense in Spite of Language

I once read about how the insight that wheels limit speed became a revolutionary concept in the world of terrestrial travel. Thus today we have bullet trains without wheels that ride on magnetically created cushions of air, almost completely eliminating the resistance of friction. The greatest invention in travel, thus seems to have become its […]

Art in the Time of Terror

“No man who’s shot a rifle at his fellow men can look at these properly”, says Gomez the painter as he refuses to look at the paintings in the Museum of Modern Arts, in Sartre’s Iron in the Soul. Surrounded by the mushrooming impact of World War II, he instinctively feels that he is part […]

If

If detected early enough, poetry can be cured without even a whimper. If tugged at when the soil is still moist banyan saplings can be uprooted in silence. If slept over when the dawn is still hours away,

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