G C Lichtenberg: “It is as if our languages were confounded: when we want a thought, they bring us a word; when we ask for a word, they give us a dash; and when we expect a dash, there comes a piece of bawdy.”
W H Auden: "But in my arms till break of day / Let the living creature lie. / Mortal, guilty, but to me/ The entirely beautiful."
Will Self: “To attempt to write seriously is always, I feel, to fail – the disjunction between my beautifully sonorous, accurate and painfully affecting mental content, and the leaden, halting sentences on the page always seems a dreadful falling short. It is this failure – a ceaseless threnody keening through the writing mind – that dominates my working life, just as an overweening sense of not having loved with enough depth or recklessness or tenderness dominates my personal one.”
John Gray: "Unlike Schopenhauer, who lamented the human lot, Leopardi believed that the best response to life is laughter. What fascinated Schopenhauer, along with many later writers, was Leopardi’s insistence that illusion is necessary to human happiness."
Art Spiegelman: "You know words in a way are hitting you on the left side of your brain, music and visual arts hit on the right side of the brain, so the idea is to pummel you, to send you from left brain to right brain and back until you're as unbalanced as I am."
विलास सारंग: "संदर्भ कुठलेही असोत, संस्कृत, इंग्रजी, बुद्धिवादी, तांत्रिक, इतिहासाचे, खगोलशास्त्राचे, आधुनिक पदार्थविज्ञानाचे, शिवकालीन व पेशवाईतील बखरीचे, अगणित ज्ञानक्षेत्रांचे, अशा वैविध्यपूर्ण ज्ञानावर लेखन- विशेषत: कवितालेखन- उभं राहत."
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
9/11 was huge for USA and the world. Befitting 21st century, it also was TVgenic. It created a lot of shock and awe.
Americans felt insecure and sought safety. They made more love in weeks following that than ever.
Outside bedrooms, it created a sense of brotherhood in that otherwise deeply divided nation - precisely for two months!
We in India go through similar roller-coaster rides with our feelings. We need to remember teachings of our poet-saints when best-before date is reached.
We have large home, lots of stuff, number of rooms,
We never use some of them, here is one......er....our child,
We never use him either!
How many times I remember I have met the house, its rooms, its toilets, its cars, its a/c's, its sofas, its proud re-sale sq-ft rate, its balconies but not adequately its people.
One word on chracters of BEK. They seem to be synchronised... Moving in a pattern.... Slightly leaning.