Today November 1 2015 is 83rd Birth Anniversary of Arun Kolatkar (अरुण कोलटकर)...and
Katsushika Hokusai's 255th Birth Anniversary was yesterday!
When I saw Katsushika Hokusai's (c October 31 1760- May 10 1849) following picture and Jonathan Jones' commentary as part of 'Art Weekly' of The Guardian, I remembered Kolatkar's:
"अरे तुझी टोपी
तुझी टोपी गेली खड्ड्यात
कपाळ पहिलं सांभाळ
काय डेंजर वारा सुटलाय
डोसक्यात कचरा
धूळ धूळ डोक्यात
साहेबाची खिडकी फुटली
गादीवर काचा काचा
आपोआप गुंडाळतोय
पंजाब्याचा गालिचा
पार्शिणीचा फ्लावरपाट
गडाबडा लोळतोय
सिंधीणीच्या दांडीवरली
म्हागडी नायलॉन साडी
चालली वार्यावर हवाई झाज
नवव्या मजल्यावरल्या
बंगाल्याचा लेंगा लगेच
लागला तिच्या पाठी..."
Hokusai – Ejiri in Suruga Province (1830-33),
from the series 36 Views of Mount Fuji
People are caught in a gust of wind on the open road, holding on to their hats, bending into the gale as sheets of paper fly up in the air. Mount Fuji sits motionless behind them, untroubled by anything so small as a breath of wind. Hokusai contrasts its permanence with the flux and comedy of our lives, blown this way and that."
p.s. I realized that there is no equivalent of Mount Fuji in Kolatkar's poem....Kolatkar just shows
the flux and comedy of our lives, blown this way and that.
Katsushika Hokusai's 255th Birth Anniversary was yesterday!
When I saw Katsushika Hokusai's (c October 31 1760- May 10 1849) following picture and Jonathan Jones' commentary as part of 'Art Weekly' of The Guardian, I remembered Kolatkar's:
"अरे तुझी टोपी
तुझी टोपी गेली खड्ड्यात
कपाळ पहिलं सांभाळ
काय डेंजर वारा सुटलाय
डोसक्यात कचरा
धूळ धूळ डोक्यात
साहेबाची खिडकी फुटली
गादीवर काचा काचा
आपोआप गुंडाळतोय
पंजाब्याचा गालिचा
पार्शिणीचा फ्लावरपाट
गडाबडा लोळतोय
सिंधीणीच्या दांडीवरली
म्हागडी नायलॉन साडी
चालली वार्यावर हवाई झाज
नवव्या मजल्यावरल्या
बंगाल्याचा लेंगा लगेच
लागला तिच्या पाठी..."
"Katsushika Hokusai: Ejiri in Suruga Province. Colour
woodblock, 1830-33. Photograph: British Museum
People are caught in a gust of wind on the open road, holding on to their hats, bending into the gale as sheets of paper fly up in the air. Mount Fuji sits motionless behind them, untroubled by anything so small as a breath of wind. Hokusai contrasts its permanence with the flux and comedy of our lives, blown this way and that."
p.s. I realized that there is no equivalent of Mount Fuji in Kolatkar's poem....Kolatkar just shows
the flux and comedy of our lives, blown this way and that.
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