Not the "decoration" but the "essence". Pound's poetry goes to the very heart of the "thing". Without using a single verb, Pound creates a fourteen word "vision" of modern life and its uneasy relationship with nature. The persona in the poem speaks without speaking. The absurdity of the "apparition" of the people on the metro, and the unexpected beauty of the image is heard only in the tone of voice. The uncanny pairing of these distinctly different images turns the piece of
As i sit down today, in my balcony, to write about rain, and what it inspired in the imagination of the masters, a sudden gust of wind gathers the fallen dry leaves off the rooftops, and comes to give me company. It has started to drizzle. The tiny droplets tiptoe through the neighborhood, barely making their presence felt. It feels like a welcome interlude to the overcast winter evening. The rain goes about its work, scrubbing away, and rinsing the greasy Delhi sky. Before h
Earlier I'd mentioned how there are two books that I like leaving around in friends places. Not books, explosives. Tools of mass disruption. Howl was one of them- this book is another.
When I first read hakim bey, I stayed up all night, rereading and burning. With pent up ecstatic energy, I had this mad urge to get off the bus that I was traveling on. Vandalize it (godhead of capitalistic might that it was). Or do something to wake up everybody around me, and scream the tru