A double page feature titled 'The New Life of English Poetry' in this Saturday's Mint Lounge which also features yours truly.
I'm happy to be featured, of course. So it feels churlish to express the hope that (some time soon,) magazines would stop celebrating anglophone Indian poetry's resurgence and start devoting serious column inches to the examination of poets' works.
Put it down to a building head of steam that is flavoured with ill-temper. I should like to withdraw and write. This is why any evidence of my having occupied public space makes me twitchy and cross-grained.
My apologies therefore, to Mayank, whose piece is unexceptionable. The fault, dear Brutus.
I'm happy to be featured, of course. So it feels churlish to express the hope that (some time soon,) magazines would stop celebrating anglophone Indian poetry's resurgence and start devoting serious column inches to the examination of poets' works.
Put it down to a building head of steam that is flavoured with ill-temper. I should like to withdraw and write. This is why any evidence of my having occupied public space makes me twitchy and cross-grained.
My apologies therefore, to Mayank, whose piece is unexceptionable. The fault, dear Brutus.
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