Five short video renditions of Billy Collins’ poems.
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The most beautiful thing for those who have fought a whole life is to come to the end and say; we believed in people and life, and life and the people never let us down
Smoking used to be sexy, it used to be a sign of that creative energy symbolized by Albert Camus and Hemingway and Picasso and Guru Dutt and MT Vasudevan Nair and a thousand other literary geniuses. Smoking isn’t sexy anymore. Cigarette smokers are outcasts in almost all walks of life.
Boring isn’t just the only problem but he clearly eluded the core issues of public distribution, price rise, and made a quarter-hearted plea to the naxals – which forget the naxals, cannot even bring my angry four year old cousin to table for talks.
I found this poem today(via Deepak’s blog), and once again the urge to learn the malayalam keyboard and post in malayalam grows overwhelming. Like there are a few things which you can say only in Malayalam. Like see how a beautiful verse loses its vitality when I attempt to translate it, Raghu Raghu says his […]
In spite of his desire to be completely forgotten, Bob Kaufman, another find from the beat generation. Three poems, one after the other. Jazz radio on a midnight kick, Round about Midnight. Sitting on the bed, With a jazz type chick Round about Midnight, Piano laughter, in my ears, Round about Midnight. Stirring up laughter, […]
Mad men, when they move their fingers in the air, are trying to pacify an equatorial cyclone. And by stamping their foot are trying to stop a Volcano in Japan from exploding Attempted translation from Malayalam of Satchidanandan’s “Bhrandanmar” Mad Men Mad men do not have caste or religion, neither do Mad women. Nor […]
Attempted translation from Malayalam of- Satchidanandan’s “Tao kshetratil pokendathengane?” How to go to the Tao temple Do not lock your house Go via the subtle slope of dawn with- the lightness of a leaf in a gentle breeze If you be too fair, apply a little ash on your skin If you are too intelligent […]
The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never even heard of, as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the […]
Timur, I hear, took the trouble to conquer the earth.I don’t understand him.With a bit of hard liquor you can forget the earth. I’m not saying anything against Alexander,Only I have seen people who were remarkable,Highly deserving of your admirationFor the fact that they were alive at all. Great men generate too much sweat.In all […]