Sunday, February 26, 2012

Miracle Speech: The Poetry of Tomas Tranströmer


The Book Bench: Miracle Speech: The Poetry of Tomas Tranströmer :

"Tomas Tranströmer, who was awarded this year’s Nobel Prize in Literature, has for years now been one of my ports of refuge. The books of his poetry on my shelves never remain unopened for long. I turn to him when I wish to come as close as possible to what cannot be said. This past decade was full of dark years, and I returned again and again to poets. They kept watch over me and, to adopt a phrase of Tranströmer’s, I survived on milk stolen from their cosmos," writes Teju Cole

via the Newyorker

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

He Stands So Still and Waits



I take my spectacles off
Before the ink lines of his limbs
Emerge from the crowd
Before the smile closes his eyes
Below the clock at Waterloo
Half way between
A Giacometti and a Meissen Chinaman
He stands so thin and waits
Yet I am the fragile, the much sutured one
This time, shall we ...
His question bleeds
Into the departure
Of the one forty two
For fear of being early
I am the one who is late
Who takes the last few steps
Like someone who hasn't walked before
But how are you, I ask
And hold his hand for a moment
In what I hope feels like a handshake
We do not touch
Thereafter
We do not touch


                                                      - by Vesna Goldsworthy

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Of red roses and hanky pankies

Jai Arjun Singh's epic post on Rajesh Khanna-starrer Red Rose (1980)

There are some films so bad that they are just plain bad, and there are some films so bad they are hair-raisingly awesome.



'via Jabberwock'

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Legacy: whose father what goes?

Siddhartha Vaidyanathan says he has written this  "with sorrow than with anger."


A painter – however old he gets, however weak his eyes turn, however much his hands shake – can still continue to paint. The same can be said for a number of other professions. A sportsman remains one of those rare creatures who needs to give up what he does well, often the only thing he does well, and often the only thing he really knows.

Legacy: whose father what goes? | ________________:

'via Sidveeblogs'

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Winter is over for Captain Cool


These are transitional times again: the seniors have reached the fag end of their careers, the juniors have rough-cut talent. We need a leader who can stand up and dictate; a leader who can dominate — over his own men if need be. A leader for whom a player can say, “I’m ready to die for such a captain.”

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