Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Friday, August 20, 2010

amal khayal ast

'amal khayal ast'

'the world is an illusion' says the poet. And how can it be otherwise?

We admire murderers, and seek awards from them: the harmless people we regard with contempt. We admire the criminal, and vote for him in great numbers and defend him in our living rooms; we respect the hypocrite, the dishonest, the downright bad.

The world bestows honours on the wicked, and scorn on the good. We call the evil, good, and the good, evil.

Assuredly, 'amal khayal ast'.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Three Poems

http://www.theshinejournal.com/sayeediftekhar.htm

(click above for the poems)

Badminton is very popular in this country - it can only be played in winter because at other times it is too windy. So, it's a winter sport. Winter is a metaphor for life's end, but here it becomes the opposite: a metaphor of vitality, strength and youth. sunset at khagrachari was written in the south-eastern hills...it is a place of breathtaking beauty, and the details were there right before my eyes: however, the day was ending and the rising smoke seemed to embody the death of the day...Time was clearly motivated by love ... and the end of love in death. But the focus is not on death, but on the present.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

PLUTONIUM (four poems)

Sayeed


(click link above to read)

PLUTONIUM: Inspired by the obituary of Glenn Seaborg, this poem looks at the choices facing the Japanese before they entered the war, and the choices facing the Americans as they created the atomic bomb: Seaborg was among the scientists who wanted the Japanese to be given a demonstration of the destruction they could expect, but their demand was turned down.

UNTO OTHERS: we ask of the west, "What can it do for me", and do not realise what the west has done to collectives and may do to us in the future.

THE THIRD: What prevents us from getting at each other's throat? The state. And when that breaks down, the Third is some kind of Deity.

THE WISDOM OF CHILDREN: Wordsworth (and the Romantics) thought children were wiser than adults, and glorified the irrational, which culminated in the crazed nationalism of the French Revolution; these ideas came to us in 1952....

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Bulk Thinking (essay)

Bulk Thinking


(essay at link above)

The scientific spirit is the spirit of generalization. The opposite, the unscientific, is the spirit of humanity. It is tempting to think in "bulk" – because it is cheap, like bulk purchase. It is also dehumanizing and dangerous.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Is Poetry Dead?

http://www.opednews.com/articles/life_a_iftekhar_071009_is_poetry_dead_3f.htm

{clcik above for article}

Is Poetry Dead?

Who reads poetry today? And who reads the modern and contemporary poets? And yet ‎there is a deluge of poetry – for the producers and consumers of poetry constitute a giant ‎industry, from which the 'average' reader is left out. ‎