I made a deal with the Devil, or was it God? Now I pay my debts.
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Tag: Art
Rhinoceros: Translation of ‘Gandar’ by Manindra Gupta
For #EverydayTranslations Day 4, here's a translation of 'Gandar', a poem by the late and beloved Manindra Gupta.
Translating A Poem by Shamsur Rahman
#EverydayTranslations Day 2: A short poem by late Bangladeshi poet Shamsur Rahman.
A Late Goodbye (or not)
A life update about three hundred words too long on which I procrastinated for two years.
Dragons for the Post-Storm Blue
Just some beautiful dragons by Russian artist Arseniy Lapin that always manages to delight me.
Amar Haat Bandhibi: A Translation
Call me quaint, but Radha is one of those metaphors that never fail to move me no matter how cliched. In a way, she is such a primal symbol of love; a love so pure and all-consuming even a god couldn't handle its weight and had to run away. Radha is what remains when we… Continue reading Amar Haat Bandhibi: A Translation
Rai, Awake: Ritam Sen’s ‘Jaago Rai’ in Translation
'Jaago Rai' was first published as a series in a Bangla poetry blog, and garnered quite a following. The poems were collected and published in 2013 as a little black chapbook illustrated by the poet himself and created by a little collective of madcap writers and artists who called themselves 'Houdinir Tnabu' (Houdini's magic tent).
A Testimony of Silence
This is an account of my first relationship, an abusive one. It broke my mind and body, drove me to severe self-harm, and a decade on I'm still not completely free of the repercussions. Here is what my mind remembers from those days.
It’s Foggy in Here
You wake up and it's foggy. Outside the window and inside it. You are moving too slow, as you always do. Your ears are filled with the strange buzz of no-noise and your mouth is chalky with no-taste. You have one thousand things you should have done by last night and they are not done… Continue reading It’s Foggy in Here
Ravens for A Woman I Think I Know
From a specific angle, they can pass off as dementors prowling through a stark white fog. Except, these don’t seem to suck out soul, rather they are born of a soul in desperate need of lighting its own weight. She paints ravens in flight. She also paints still life, rugs, slippers, potted plants, café interiors.… Continue reading Ravens for A Woman I Think I Know
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