Monday, 26 August 2019

Michelle Gurevich ~ Blue Eyes Unchanged





Across from me, on the bus this afternoon

A girl of age ninety, eyes of blue

Peering out from a body changed too soon

I saw the girl so charming in her youth
Her hat reveals a woman of taste

Now just to get off this bus is a torturous fate

She'll slowly make the way back to her place

An apartment where no one awaits
Blue eyes unchanged

The body aged

Blue eyes you are my last witnesses now

Blue eyes unchanged

The body aged

Blue eyes tell me what you wanted to be

When you grew up
Blue eyes once reflected in her mother's gaze

On those summers as a child by the lake

Blue eyes saw love's first embrace

The boy down the road

I wonder if he's alive today
Young girls

Thursday, 15 August 2019

Write till you drop!

Sometimes scrolling, searching here and there you find some very interesting  pieces, essays  articles etc. over the internet. Recently I found one such article on the craft of writing. Writing is a powerful process and topic has always remained a sort of mystery even though much has been written on the topic. It falls under the premises of art. The process of art is similar and unique at the same time. I am searching for similarities...

In this article, Annie discusses the peculiar personality of a writer. How writer sees this world, personalize it and then try to write about it. How very writer has something to say or write which only seems interesting to him and the world seems to be blind about that particular thing, feeling, emotion etc. But it's not something easy, may bring the writer on verge of madness. Love makes it easier to bear. So, write with love and write till you drop dead!

Link to the article:
https://archive.nytimes.com/www.nytimes.com/books/99/03/28/specials/dillard-drop.html

Saturday, 10 August 2019

Book Review: Mah o Saal e Ashnai by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Book Review: "Mah o Saal e Ashnai" by Faiz Ahmed Faiz. 
Faiz needs no introduction, a poet, true man of letters, loved equally by the masses on one hand and the intellectual breed on the other, a truly genuine soul. I often wonder about the strange phenomenon that caused those tender, intense and extremely profound emotions which exist in Faiz's poetry to survive in the eventful, continuously happening and practical-to-the-level-of-boring modern life. It makes me wonder even more when I consider that Faiz was a socialist.
One can disagree with his political views and inclinations; but it's impossible to doubt him as an artist. His poetry is just so beautiful that even if a poem contains the concepts that you don't agree with, you still cannot not love it. Because who can hate art after all, that too so serene, so amazing and so colorful as Faiz's.
This book "Mah o Saal e Ashnai" ( literal meanings "The months and years of acquaintance") is unique as it is a prose + poetry work by Faiz. In my opinion, for a better and enhanced understanding of someone's poetry, you must read his prose ( this is applicable only if you or the poet , both aren't a post modernist"). The rationale behind my opinion is that , it often becomes impossible to get complete hold of ideas, personality, inclinations, emotional status and a life theory ( if there is any) of a poet due to uncertain, abstract, kind of absurd and relative nature of poetry. But the prose, on other hand is very understandable, well concluded and explanatory, unless it is a symbolic or post modernist text which usually isn't the case with poets.
Well, I got a little distracted but I'm not writing an academic essay or a letter, right ?  So, this book is a collection of memoirs, travelogues, meetings & interviews with a few literary giants of the time and a small portion of translated poems from various languages. The book is basically about Soviet Union, it's geographic locations and socialist states such as (Moscow, Tashkent, Samarkand & Bukhara, Uzbekistan, Kazakhstan, Dagestan, Siberia etc) . There's a focus on presenting a picture of the first modern socialist society of the world, the impacts of socialism on culture ( Arts , literature particularly), post-war scenario and other natural elements. It is a must-read for all Faiz lovers, rather all Urdu poetry and literature lovers, as this book is a priceless. Faiz has presented an astonishing and appealing overview of Soviet society, the interactions between a huge diversity of Languages  (only Dagestan has more than 36 languages and respective literatures as well) and cultures ( From Uzbek to Siberian) , how they grow together and how they develop themselves.
The cultural observations made by Faiz, his unique humble style of writing, the way he tells about Tolstoy Gorki & Dostoevsky, the tortures of Czar russia, the blood-boiling moments of red revolution, the heart-wrenching tales of war, the imagery of snowy mountains and village life of a very undiscovered part of the world ; all of it together made me love this book. There were many moments when I just held the book closed in my hands and stared at the wall, re-imagining and creating cinematic pictures of it ( maybe it was because of my affiliation with Faiz but that doesn't make much difference).
Faiz travelled USSR as a literary figure, to attend various literary/cultural conferences and events , there he met the people who had influenced complete generations. I really felt jealous of faiz when I read about his meetings with those people, it's a very lucky thing .
This book contains Faiz's discussions with Pablo Neruda (Chilean poet) , Nazim Hekmat ( the great Turkish writer and poet), Rasul Gamzatovich Gamzatov( a popular Avar poet) , Chinghiz Aitmatov (Kyrgyz author), Omaruli Suleimenov ( Kazakhstani poet),  Jean Paul Sartre (who doesn't know him) and many more. You can well imagine what Faiz ( being a great poet) would have talked about with the greatest poets/writers of the century and how valuable those talks would be.

At the end of the book, the best part, there are poems that Faiz wrote while he was in Russia. It must be noted that these poems were written while in company and influence of those poets, so they are unique and have a high experimental value. To give it a final touch of perfection, there are some poems by Nazim Hekmat,  Rasul Gamzatovich and  Omaruli Suleimenov which Faiz translated in his own style. :)

I wish everyone reads this book, because I want everyone to feel the way I feel after reading.


-Awais

Tuesday, 6 August 2019

Review: The Myth of Sisyphus

The Myth of Sisyphus The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Aims to answer one of the most important, haunting and thought provoking question of this life. The absurdity of life. Is life worth living, should we be part of this tormenting process of living through this never-ending absurdity where there are no answers, only unclear explanations, everyone trying their best to explain, knowing well at the same time that this is all vague. Is death a way out. If it is, should we wait for it or just commit suicide.

On the one side is this absurd and strange Life, which was given to us, if it was given, without ever consulting us about it. At least we should have been asked about our time and space preferences, but then would it have solved our problems or would it have opened a new Pandora's box. On the other side is Death, which is even more unclear. No one has lived death, no accounts available. Could it be an escape, at least it seems like one.

So where to search for answers of this existential crisis, if they exist somewhere. Camus makes an excellent try by exploring different forms of art, giving us hope in the end. But hope can a dangerous thing.

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Saturday, 3 August 2019

Review: The Stranger

The Stranger The Stranger by Albert Camus
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

what I am interested in is how this stranger came to be

this is a strange story of a stranger, a stranger to this world, to himself, to even this strangeness... senseless, slumberous walk through the daily life, some like it, many get irritated by it, still considering him an interesting and wise person... these people are unaware... unaware of the Absurdity of life and everything...unaware or unable to accept.

this stranger finds some peace with his lover, a stranger even to her... he is a victim of this strange world with strange laws..... hoping to find something better in death

"Greetings full of hatred"

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Review: Death: Vintage Minis

Death: Vintage Minis Death: Vintage Minis by Julian Barnes
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

A close friend gave it to me a few days not telling me anything about it, now I realize he did a huge favour to me.

The most striking thing about this book is, ofcourse, the title. DEATH. The inevitable, 100% guaranteed phenomenon. Inescapable no matter what. What should be done about it. Should we give up on this life and be remorseful about the oblivion. Or the fear of oblivion to be precise... Why not just commit suicide and be done with it? Tough questions...

This short or mini book is worth reading for anyone struggling with the questions mentioned above. Especially writers, who suffer the most of it. There are some very interesting insights about the process of writing and about writers. Looking forward to read other works from this brilliant author.

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Richard Flanagan: Life After Death

 Its been long since I have written anything on this blog. Where I have been? Lost or in a search probably and hopefully. Anyways, I just fi...