You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt
Every word a stumbling block setup for the fall in to the endless plummet towards the bottom a bottom I
Jaipur Literature Festival: poets (1). Jeet Thayil’s ghazal on Malayalam and Nilanjana Roy (who I think I have an academic
Location: Broodhuys Only a poet could go through pain, heartache, agony and say, “it was beautiful.” Only a poet.
There is always so much more to read. I find myself in conversations: “No, I haven’t read that.” The prospect
We drove from Amsterdam to Dusseldorf. From Dusseldorf to Radhadesh. And then to Genval. From there back home. It