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Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Incantation
An emaciated mother-horse was telling the lore’s of Mongolia to her feeble young one while feeding him on the grassy patch opposite Academy.
The last golden rays of the rain-drenched day emanated the fairy of the Victoria Memorial. The remaining greens of the Esplanade and Lady Ranu’s* pigeon-blue aristocratic detachment.
Discussing about the eminent war between terrorism and imperialism I, with my friend, were moving towards liquid fire crossing over poetry sessions and art exhibitions.
In Calcutta’s ambiance of nihilism and depression, hedonism, lust and hypocrisy blossom like flowers—
The homes had been broken. All the promises and holy rituals had been swept away.
In the polluted Ganga hilsa and beauty does not exist anymore.
Cursed embryos, burnt wood and stifled time flow by in low tides,
The unheard incantation of the mother-horse brought into my memory the tribal flute player of Singhbhum, the moonlit night that smelled of my mother.
*Lady Ranu Mukherjee established the first art exhibition hall of Calcutta –The Academy Of Fine Arts.
By Sreedhar Mukhopadhayay
The last golden rays of the rain-drenched day emanated the fairy of the Victoria Memorial. The remaining greens of the Esplanade and Lady Ranu’s* pigeon-blue aristocratic detachment.
Discussing about the eminent war between terrorism and imperialism I, with my friend, were moving towards liquid fire crossing over poetry sessions and art exhibitions.
In Calcutta’s ambiance of nihilism and depression, hedonism, lust and hypocrisy blossom like flowers—
The homes had been broken. All the promises and holy rituals had been swept away.
In the polluted Ganga hilsa and beauty does not exist anymore.
Cursed embryos, burnt wood and stifled time flow by in low tides,
The unheard incantation of the mother-horse brought into my memory the tribal flute player of Singhbhum, the moonlit night that smelled of my mother.
*Lady Ranu Mukherjee established the first art exhibition hall of Calcutta –The Academy Of Fine Arts.
By Sreedhar Mukhopadhayay
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Two Poems of Gary Cummiskey
Intimate lives
It is an evening in September.
You are typing
in the next room.
The cat slips out of the window as
the horse slips in.
Soon the details of our intimate lives
will be pasted on
major billboards
throughout the city.
Animals
They led the animals
Two by two
Into the ark
Not to save them
But to slaughter
Them to
Physical
Extinction
Until they time
When they would
Reappear
Centuries later
In various
Colours, shapes
And densities
In our
dreams
Gary Cummiskey is the author of several collections of poems and the founder of Dye Hard Press. He has published literary and cultural commentaries in South African media. He lives in Johannesburg.
It is an evening in September.
You are typing
in the next room.
The cat slips out of the window as
the horse slips in.
Soon the details of our intimate lives
will be pasted on
major billboards
throughout the city.
Animals
They led the animals
Two by two
Into the ark
Not to save them
But to slaughter
Them to
Physical
Extinction
Until they time
When they would
Reappear
Centuries later
In various
Colours, shapes
And densities
In our
dreams
Gary Cummiskey is the author of several collections of poems and the founder of Dye Hard Press. He has published literary and cultural commentaries in South African media. He lives in Johannesburg.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
GRAFFITI KOLKATA BROADSIDE # 06 # April 2010
Welcome to the sixth issue of GKB. Submissions are on for the next issue.
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