Today November 30 2017 is 17th Death Anniversary of Shyam Joshi (श्याम जोशी)
I saw W H Auden's poem 'Funeral Blues', 1938 beautifully illustrated by Nathan Gelgud.
(courtesy: the Estate of W. H. Auden)
The following is a portion of that illustration:
This reminded me of an equally moving cartoon, one of the best on the subject I have seen in my life, by Shyam Joshi :
I saw W H Auden's poem 'Funeral Blues', 1938 beautifully illustrated by Nathan Gelgud.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos
and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin,
let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle
moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky
the message 'He is Dead'.
Put crepe bows round
the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic
policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my
South, my East and West,
My working week and
my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight,
my talk, my song;
I thought that love
would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not
wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and
dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean
and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can
ever come to any good.
(courtesy: the Estate of W. H. Auden)
The following is a portion of that illustration:
This reminded me of an equally moving cartoon, one of the best on the subject I have seen in my life, by Shyam Joshi :
