Thursday, October 15, 2009

Aditi Machado wins the Srinivas Rayaprol Poetry Prize

Via email from Aparna Rayaprol:

The Srinivas Rayaprol Literary Trust

&

Department of English, University of Hyderabad

Invite you to the presentation of the inaugural

Srinivas Rayaprol Poetry Prize
to
ADITI MACHADO

Presentation by: Padmabhushan

Prof. Shiv K. Kumar

Chief Guest:

Sudeep Sen, poet and editor, Atlas

Poetry Reading:

Aditi Machado

RSVP:

9490317318/rayaproltrust@gmail.com

to

Sunday, October 25, 2009 at 5.00 pm

Saptaparni, Road No. 8, Banjara Hills

Congrats Aditi!

Monday, October 12, 2009

Pratilipi in October

The new issue of Pratilipi is up and no, this is not a pointer to anything I've contributed!

Look out for the six essays by Keki Daruwalla, K. Sachidanandan, Priya Sarukkai-Chhabria, Arshia Sattar, Noor Zaheer and Giriraj Kiradoo (also co-editor of Pratilipi).

Also two of Vivek Narayanan's poems (about which* more when I return**.)

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* And that's a promise, Vivek.

** This is also the time to say that there will be no more posts until mid-November. I'm travelling until then. I'm on mail, of course, but the Spaniard will be asleep.

Thursday, October 08, 2009

Pessoa

In the last year I have carried The Book of Disquiet with me everywhere. If it means I must carry a bag large enough to accommodate it, I find one that fits the purpose. Only in the last few weeks, Pessoa stands in the bookshelf with the glass front that once belonged to my grandfather (who kept in it a flat, small round of Vicks that he would take out and sniff. To me, the smell was magical and meant possibilities). The cover - with one man shot, his back arched and his hands flung up in the air, and another caught mid-stride, his day's purpose re-shaped - looks out at me every time I pass.

It would be a crude formulation to say that I have learnt immense amounts from Pessoa but it is a crudity that is given shape by my inability to put any of that 'learning' into practice in the last year. I dip into the book when I want to know what the day holds for me; to find the words for things long known; to confirm my objective self-pity. I consult it as I would an oracle.

So here's Pessoa in Poetry this month, translated by Richard Zenith:

In me every thought, however much I’d like to preserve it intact, turns sooner or later into reverie. If I wish to set forth reasons or launch a train of argument, what comes out of me are sentences initially expressive of the thought itself, then phrases subsidiary to those initial sentences, and finally shadows and derivatives of those subsidiary phrases. I begin to meditate on the existence of God and soon find myself speaking of faraway parks, feudal processions, rivers that pass almost soundlessly beneath the windows of my contemplation . . . And I find myself speaking about them because I find myself seeing them, feeling them, and there’s a brief moment when my face is grazed by a real breeze rising from the surface of the dreamed river through metaphors, through the stylistic feudalism of my central self-abandon.

See?

See also [via Mitali Saran].

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Facebook-style Update

Space Bar is ready to throw a tantrum. Who wants to join her?