Ah Bukowski, ze purrfek antydoat for ze kuhrent mad zetuayshen…
“The people walk with such an indifference I begin to hate them, but then again I’ve never really been fond of anything.” – Notes From A Dirty Old Man
Entries Tagged as ‘Books’
October 29, 2008
Dig Adiga
Turbulent, insightful and a fucking kill of a read.
Profound pre-holiday education. Incredible !ndia indeed!
May 31, 2008
Remembering Walt
I swear the earth shall surely be complete to him or her who shall
be complete,
The earth remains jagged and broken only to him or her who remains
jagged and broken.
- Walt Whitman
(May 31, 1819 – March 26, 1892)
May 27, 2008
Guitar Hero
Sometime in the early part of the year, with a stiff resolution to do my bit for the National Reading Campaign, I purchased the much-awaited-most-talked-about autobiography of the century. Wait. Ok, I’m exaggerating. Well maybe not that much-talked about, and definitely not that much-awaited; and autobio of the century is stretching the canvas more [...]
April 14, 2008
Steal This Review
I detest full and concrete reviews, of books of course, for their exhaustive quality and wise-ass rhetoric that comes after The End; that closes in after the sweet and oftentimes dangerous comfort of accomplishment and completion. The ephinany at the triumphant slam of the back cover; the inkling of new knowledge greedily sucked from a [...]
March 14, 2008
Cu Huy Can
Been mucking and digging about to find some translations of the works by the great Vietnamese poet Cu Huy Can, and I fortunately managed to stumble upon one. Entitled “Sorrowful”, the poem languishes in its own brilliance, and is undeniably a southeast asian answer to Yeats and Neruda. Finger’s crossed on a Ho Chi Minh bookshop that carries his collected works.
Sorrowful
As the late sun [...]
February 29, 2008
Music & Lyrics
Been racing through the master’s new book hoping to unravel some clandestine element in each of the songs. Remarkably, he discloses quite a bit on the history and background of his collected works, commenting as well on the mood of the times and the various ideologies surrounding the compositions. Some commentaries are startlingly strange. For [...]
