I had written about the Friday book market at the Spui earlier. This time around I managed to get better pictures. This is for my bibliophile readers. You would understand the poetry in these pictures. Continue reading A Pictorial Ode to Books
Twitter informed me that today is World Poetry Day. Arundhati Roy says, “There’s really no such thing as the ‘voiceless’. There are only the deliberately silenced, or the preferably unheard.” Thus, I am going to leave this here in case it … Continue reading This is the house that Jack built
I discovered Dilruba Ahmed’s poetry in the early part of this year and it has stayed with me. The first poem I read was: “Snake Oil, Snake Bite” and it lingered over my days, making me smile at odd-moments as I … Continue reading Dilruba Pe Dil Aaya
So I asked Bambi can you speak about the things you say to me, and he said: B: “I want to play with the iPad.” A: What about the time you said, “Your food tastes like dirty sock” B: … Continue reading This parenting thing
Every word a stumbling block setup for the fall in to the endless plummet towards the bottom a bottom I never reach tumbling and tumbling pools of prepositions hills built of adjectives conjunctions swirling overhead misty mornings a sun that … Continue reading Words and solar glares
Where did you get those big eyes? My mother. And where did you get those lips? My mother. And the loneliness? My mother. And that broken heart? My mother. And the absence, where did you get that? My father. “Inheritance” … Continue reading “Inheritance” – Warsan Shire
Having known Nitasha and read her articulate, precise and insightful work, it gives me immense pride and pleasure to share with you this video of her speaking at a conference in London about what it means to be an internationalist … Continue reading Nitasha Kaul – What Does it Mean to be an Internationalist Today?