He calls his endeavour, the teacher of the streets. He invites his fellow men to act as he does. He has spread the message in remote districts of India, places where political interference is the least. According to me, his motto is, I go where political leaders fear to tread.
This is the story of Deep Narayan Nayak.
Introduction
In this unique journey called writing, there are several stations, stopping by which one can pick up a few grains of wisdom. As the journey progresses, the experiences of those stoppages conjoin to yield special insights. The trick for success in writing is to linger on those experiences even after you have departed the station.
Writing is a special vehicle for sharing one’s accumulated wisdom, bit by bit, or fictionally put together in a single story. I am sharing here a story that is inspired by the life and thoughts of a young man named Deep Narayan Nayak, whom I came to know a few months ago.
The core of his wisdom is to illuminate many hearts through his tireless striving. His is a story of how light can be kindled from a struggle with shadows. The shadow he had dealt with, in his childhood, empowered him to identify similar shadows in other human beings. Not only that, he also came across worse than shadows – complete darkness.
READ MOREI have been awestruck by the way he speaks about the villages he has worked for. He has infinite respect for all creatures. From the shadows of ignorance, when he draws them to light, he is not watching his steps. He goes headlong into what he thinks is necessary. Thankfully, he is blessed with the instinct for the right path.
He calls his endeavour, the teacher of the streets. He invites his fellow men to act as he does. He has spread the message in remote districts of India, places where political interference is the least. According to me, his motto is, I go where political leaders fear to tread.
Looking back at the type of government intervention designed to bring to light all the backward classes, I feel, for all these seventy-five years, they have done very little. Their minions are insincere. Even some of the local orders are directly opposite of what makes the poor enlightened.
Ignoring all hurdles and taking many risks, Nayak has made great strides in educating backward classes. I told him, poverty is a favourite subject of writers. He was not amused. He has seen so much poverty that what the fictionists have written appears far less dismal.
His enthusiasm for the Adivasi community, which is his focus now, prodded me to look at education from a philosophical perspective. I am not very comfortable telling tales of squalid situations, but I decided to delve on the mystic quality of his efforts. In this narrative, fictionally told by his eldest sister, I have omitted references to places, time, the pandemic and other circumstantial facts that probably enhanced his philanthropy. The guiding principle of this litany is educationist. The guiding light is the man I am calling Deepu.
Anuradha Bhattacharyya
Chandigarh
COLLAPSE
When reading this book, it might be useful to note that the word, ‘Ontologistics,’ refers to a theory of social change in which disparity causes estrangement. What’s more, the conflict between objectification and self-affirmation, creates a feedback loop of increasing alienation, which in its turn causes more incompleteness or disharmony (conflict between man and nature, between man and man, and between the individual and the species). According to the Urban Dictionary, “Ontologistics depicts a recursive (self-referencing) path of social change.” And much like ‘hope,’ it seeks genuine resolution.
Gaia Perhaps we returned to you too late. Green and lovely mother. Unchanging mother, buried in the oceans of the past. Up to your neck in the slops and spoils of enlightenment. We’re no longer students of philosophy. Poetry. Mythology. We’re no longer the young poets who wrote all the best lines. Wanderers in the Minotaur’s labyrinth of blood and illusion.
The queen of sea and shadow
has grabbed us now, as if by the balls.
But still we’re guided by a star
of hope. And only hope
can scupper or save us.
Prof. Kelli Allen wrote:How we perceive the world affects how we behave. Our behavior is killing the planet. If we succeed in changing our behavior, it will be in great measure because of books like this one. I am grateful to Mark Murphy for writing this book.
So many moments call us to disappear into the wilderness of quiet, of turning too far inward, and missing the orchestra of natural movement pushing the swirl ever-forward. In Mark Murphy’s Ontologistics of A Time Traveller, we are asked to stay awake at the feet of what we deem Beloved until we decide to live forever like leaves do, changing again and again into wardrobes meant for the wind. The work in this collection begs the reader to wonder why “Some days we hardly notice music/in the Horse Chestnuts” and how our ignorance feeds a decay too swiftly overtaking capital B-beauty. Murphy does not ignore the landscapes of the quotidian, but he does not make the everyday seem holier than it should be against a backdrop of grief and the longing that leads us all, eventually, to silence. The poems here remind their readers that even though “Always, there are voices that come/from the trunks of trees/And their voices are always most troubled,” we have more than a duty to bear witness. We have a duty to claim and speak our acts of witness for those whose voices are extinguished, and those whose conversations stumble into memory as we sleep. These are poems of and from a poet who convinces us to say aloud, “Our turn to be forgotten, will come /all too soon.” Murphy is a poet demanding change in the largest possible setting—that of human imagination and capacity to heal wounds our own hands have made and cast. This collection, while grave and bursting with warning to be heeded, comes from a man in love with the sheer size and precious fragility of the spaces we occupy, the breath we carry.
In Mannequin of our times, Vandana Kumar imagines the insights culled from the banal and mundane aspects of living. However, this living takes place on the edge of a civilization falling into ruins following the pandemic. In some ways, Kumar's poetic vision leads the reader toward an understanding that not much is changing during this global historical upheaval. She writes poignant lines about the human condition such as
the history of grief
is too old
to have started this year
and too young
to end with it.
With these lines, we sense Kumar struggling to situate the contemporary into the universal. The universal may take precedence, but personal experience is the wordsmith's true fodder. These poems speak of the contemporary through the lens of particular observations that engage with our historical moment. The universal person is questioned, however. Mannequin of our times is an experience of living within a world on hinge, a world facing dubious battles of its own.
The cracks within
Why do you shy away?
Let me see you in the day
the glint of grey
peeping through your burgundy
the silver cloud line
in the midst of sunshine
why do you act demure?
Return that wanton laughter
why so tame this noon?
You heaved some nights
delirious under the sheets
just us
and a quarter moon
why are your papers?
No longer in disarray
why is the garden trimmed?
That broken pot was never meant to be fixed
and a part of your heart
like a country’s porous border
kept open for invasion.
This collection stayed with me for its poetry but as much for its dimensionality. These poems are not limited, they spread their wings out and about in terms of theme as well as voice.
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Troy Camplin writes verses to remind readers of the importance of deep levels of gratitude in daily living. This collection is divided in personal as well as political sphere of living. Learn why we should be grateful and what things we should express gratitude for in our everyday lives.
Creating the Real
"You're just not living in reality."
In what reality? In whose? The real
That others make, or one that makes me free,
Creator of the world. The things you feel
Create reality for you, and mine
For me, to make the real emerge between
Us, be it terrible or be it fine.
To see the world in gratitude and hope—
To see it in resentment and in fear—
The one you choose is how you choose to cope,
It's how you see and taste and feel and hear.
Within the real, there's taking and there's giving—
You choose the human life that you are living.
Troy Camplin writes verses to remind readers of the problem of resentment in daily living. This collection is divided in personal as well as political sphere of living. Learn why we should avoid resentment and how.
Creating the Real
"You're just not living in reality."
In what reality? In whose? The real
That others make, or one that makes me free,
Creator of the world. The things you feel
Create reality for you, and mine
For me, to make the real emerge between
Us, be it terrible or be it fine.
To see the world in gratitude and hope—
To see it in resentment and in fear—
The one you choose is how you choose to cope,
It's how you see and taste and feel and hear.
Within the real, there's taking and there's giving—
You choose the human life that you are living.
The New Condemned: Contemporary Albanian Poetry in English is a selection of poets writing beyond the 1990's. This selection includes works by established and minor poets whose voices represent contemporary strains in Albanian poetry. As parts of Europe move toward far-right wing nativism and isolationism, this anthology seeks to inform the poetry community of the spirit of an established people with a long standing tradition in letters. In The New Condemned: Contemporary Albanian Poetry in English you will find quality translations of poetry that are uncompromisingly beautiful and heroic.
By nature, poets are exiles as they seek the truth in private quarters. As such, Albanian poets face a curious predicament having been condemned by history to isolation from much of the English speaking world. Ismail Kadare is one of the few whose work reaches a larger English audience. In this volume, we seek to bolster the voices of others in the English speaking world.
This 236-page volume includes works from:
ELIVERTA KANINA
ANILA VARFI
LUAN RAMA
GRANIT ZELA
ERMIRA MITRE KOKOMANI
ARDITA JATRU
TRËNDAFILE VISHA
LEDIA DUSHI
LINDITA AHMETI
ALISA VELAJ
GAZMEND KRASNIQI
MERITA KUÇI
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A daylight was married without any witness. No-one saw the groom on her side. With an exception of a lock, at the Great Entrance of City Hall. And the church did not open its doors.
On a Mosque, worshipers were praying on their own. And the bride, very old was investing loyalty with the unknown somewhere else. Tomorrow, according to tradition, bed sheets will be extended on the fence. And people, are waiting as usual (when the have nothing else to do) Wouldn't you think that the Daylight would have been a virgin?
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We smiled when lighting was in the sky. We remained silent when they descended above others. As if we would not be there. Now that they are exploding at the corner of the garden, we are shaking. And we ask, without waiting for an answer, why the time brings a thunderstorm. Prayers were dissolved. We simply wait. An unusual departure. As a crowd, crossed over a pyramid of wood logs that we built for ourselves. Wasn't the neighbour’s dog barking some time ago? And we were stating, our wishes to family members of the one who is gone. We followed funerals. Expressed improvised words at the moment for all deceased. Without feeling and experiencing death. We waited for its large impact.
There it comes. Dogs are barking in a crowd with their heads up and feel scratching the soil. We don't even have time to prepare for farewell. For the kids that don't know anything, why is the dog screaming. And we will not be able to keep in our chest when we leave. We will not be able to beg a pardon.
And I am not obscurity. Not a dog. I am one like you, sitting at a home entrance while looking at the world falling backwards. Some time ago I was thinking of the red oak tree. I said I would be taking a break there. But now, even this tall tree was burning. And I cannot find out, that above its ashes a flower will grow again. if a baby will be born again. If a man would become a man. And a woman, would be a woman. Amid bodies, souls, love is crystal clean white.
A longing of dogs is terrible. Silence too is just terrible...
- Trendafile Vishnu
WITH LOVE
Morning,
The wynd awaits me,
to touch my city,
grant my steps,
my breath,
comb its hair with desire.
Corner to corner,
wrap the castle's robes,
with the fervour of my palms,
and bestow a third eye,
between the sea and antiques,
lullaby you with my voice.
Let the joy be the sword,
for at present,
we fight differently,
With love!
- Merita Kuci
IN THE DEAD OF A POET OF SOCIALIST REALISM (OFFICIAL)
They laughed and spoke loudly at the New Bar
In the City Center, when I saw the news of your death.
Had come the first forgetting?! But your face laughed
In the official picture. Challenging; taken at glorious
time. You did it, if you wanted that I to say:
I have drunk all the pollution of my time,
As a spin of metaphors that hurt the showers
Of loneliness every evening.
You did it if I wanted that I me to say:
Flames of the lava in the darkness of the intestines
Are words but we can find a counter-fire dyke.
You did it if you want to enjoy my failure:
When – knife-… and acting without caps
Of Carnivals - they raised the stinging spectacle
Of the devoted coffee, in the little urn of silence
I read the dregs of medals where no fortune-teller
Would find anything for me.
- Gazmend Krasniqi
COLLAPSE
Love's Cradle is a poetry collection by Nepalese poet Sushant Thapa. Grab a copy to accustom yourself to contemporary poetry from outstanding international writers. This full poetry collection delves into the universal topics of love, forgiveness, purpose, and masculinity.
“sushant thapa’s new collection of poetry – Love’s Cradle – touches the human emotions like a powerful patti smith song. the poems possess soft seductive whispers rising to wild hungry desires. Love’s Cradle speaks of a poet living for art, also being in love.”
-t. kilgore splake, author of escape to the wild
“This collection is an embroidery of love and time beautifully juxtaposed in the poems composed by poet Sushant Thapa. The earthy demeanor with which he expresses his thoughts has left me wanting. Various different shades of love can be found in the book, all of which scripted in a down to earth fashion and while I was reading, I felt as if sitting under the cool shades of a large banyan tree. The visualization of love as a breezy chariot that carries us smoothly till the end of life’s journey comes out very clearly in these poems compiled under the title Love’s Cradle. Usage of philosophical expressions in the midst of so much simplicity tends to take one by surprise and that I think is unique in Thapa’s style of poetry writing.”
-Moitreyee Raju, author of Call of the Hibiscus
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Sustain
Running exhausts a runner
But the next game always awaits
With greater intensity.
Writing finishes the words of expression
But something again wakes up
From the sleeping bed of life.
Open up like a wordless house;
To write means to peep inside
The under construction house.
Peep from every open door and
Peep from every possible window.
Yes, the house is wordless because only
The echoes can be properly heard.
To write is to be quiet
Yet, the ears speak in unison;
They speak to the paper
And forget not to hear.
Miles and miles of spaces
Always keep in mind
The spaces between the flower and the
Bee filled with nectar.
Anything might sustain -
The emblem of kisses or
The dumping of bouquets.
In his Salt and Sorrow, Pickering laments the departure of the Muse. In her absence, he composed poems of self-doubt and Christian salvation. In this new collection, the Muse returns as the embodiment of Love. Love inspires all Being with goodness and beauty. Love flows through the veins of life and in this collection She is ever-present as a subtle reflection of oneself. Many of these poems were written during the Great Texas Freeze of 2021 as the power outage led to the poet’s boredom. Other poems were written at different times of inspiration. These poems are heavily imbued with the beauty of life, amor fati, and truth as the ultimate concern of the poet. The return of the poet’s Muse is celebrated throughout.
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The Arabic Teacher (Giorgi Lobzhanidze)
Analysis by Inga Zhghenti
The poem “The Arabic Teacher” is written by a contemporary prolific Georgian poet, translator and orientalist Giorgi Lobzhanidze, born on February 20, 1974, in Khashuri, Georgia. The poem was first published in a collection of poems under the same title in 2013. The poem perceives a human as a supreme part of this infinite universe, thus offering a romantically formulated solution to discern erotic love, passion and urges not as sins and physical temptations – but as a genuinely human condition interwoven with the wholeness and beauty of the universe. This very interrelation of erotic love and the universe eternalizes human feelings, sometimes momentary and doomed to fade over time.
The Literary Parrot Series 3 is one of the best collection of works of creative writers on earth.
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