By Dustin Pickering
Agendas are inescapable in influence and are not certain enough to bring mental peace. Why not seek to attain the Universal through meditation, instead of the confusion argument invites? Kiriti Sengupta’s work invites you, the reader, on such a pursuit.
By Prasanta Chakravarty
We have gradually eroded our capacities to appreciate the sonic and the gestural. Culture is largely visual. And our literature departments do not indulge in training our ears and skin at all.
By Mosarrap H. Khan
The Jaipur Literary Festival may have the numbers on its side. But as a reader and researcher of literature, I understand that literature is not about the numbers. The JLF might be able to sidestep our criticism as a minor inconvenience, but we stand our ground. The JLF is devoid of any moral compass, supposedly one of the tasks of literature.
By Sayani Sinha
If literature assumes and acts on a kind of subjective knowledge of objective reality, philosophy puts into question the legitimacy of such an assumption. It purports to study the relationship between literature – as a representation and a mode of representation of objective reality – and objective reality as such.
By Sayani Sinha
For him literary texts were content-free. He was therefore interested in what they did and not what they meant, because they meant nothing. Deleuze echoes Heidegger when he puts immense emphasis on the factor of creativity in his attempt to conjoin philosophy and the arts.
By Srirupa Dhar
Suhashini died a year after Abir’s trip to Kolkata. She went peacefully in her sleep one night. Her hands were tightly holding on to the bottom part of her pillow. She clutched as many LEGO figures as she could. Just like those old houses of Bagbazzar that never forgot to protect the people living in them.
By Irfan Mir
Death was on his young mind; it had gone into his brains, seeming nearer to him than it had ever been. In the quivering light of a candle, the wooden rafters above his head seemed to float. He imagined Ezrail hovering around him like cigarette smell.
By Rashida Murphy
Like all poetry ought to, these poems offer deeply felt and strongly held visions, observations, narratives and metaphors that resound in the heart before the conscious mind takes in the pared back, dazzling language.
By Nilesh Mondal
Getting drunk
on warm beer
Trembling in their glasses
Fucking behind every door
Littering the gutters with three thousand condoms
Every day.
By Lopa Banerjee
Bhupati stared at Charu, stunned by her sudden gesture. His grip over her hands loosened, and he moved away from her and stood by the verandah.
By Lopa Banerjee
When Amal had embarked on his journey to England, Charu thought he did not get enough chance to write to her while en route. She was sure he would write long letters to her once he would reach there. But such long letters never arrived.
By K.S.Subramanian
If happiness is a whirlpool in the river,
Pain too is a fading scar on memory.
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