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.”
H. P. Lovecraft: "What a man does for pay is of little significance. What he is, as a sensitive instrument responsive to the world's beauty, is everything!"
Werner Herzog: “We are surrounded by worn-out, banal, useless and exhausted images, limping and dragging themselves behind the rest of our cultural evolution.”
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, July 29, 2009
(आँर्फियस, "पिंगळा वेळ", जी ए कुलकर्णी, १९७७)
"wished to be heard constantly for sweetness but unbearable because of intensity, such is your music! You mayn't raise the dead, but you brought to life the dead days!"
(Orpheus, "Pingala Vel", G A Kulkarni, 1977)
This blog is turning out to be an obit page.
But it can't be helped. Ms. Naidu of Anuradha(1960) was so dear.
Earlier when Leela Naidu sang:
"haye re wo din kyon naa aaye
jaa jaa ke rrutu, laut aaye
zil-mil wo taaren, kahaa gaye saare
man-baati jale, bujh jaaye
haye re wo din ...
sunee meree beenaa, sangit binaa
sapanon kee maalaa murazaaye
haye re wo din..."...
Leela Naidu, Balraj Sahni, Hrishikesh Mukherjee, Ravi Shankar, Lata Mangeshkar, Shailendra, Nasir Hussain, Jaywant Pathare at their best...it was surreal.
Since January 2006 when I hear it, I remember my mother.
My mother, Jyoti G. Kulkarni nee Shakuntala V. Bhate (1937-2006), 1957