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This is a notice for my forthcoming poetry reading. Not sure if people would care about a reading announcement on the blog. But what do I care! I have not much else to divulge (means, there is stuff to write which I don’t want to write). So here it is:
Department of English Literature
The English and Foreign Languages University
Invites You to
Explorations into the Migrant City: Creative Writing or Brick and Mortar Work?
Making Raids, Not Colonies: An Approach to Writing and Critiquing Poetry
The talks will be followed by the two poets reading from their individual works
Date: 25 July 2012 (11 AM-12.30 PM)
Venue: Conference Room, ADMIN Block, EFL University
NABINA DAS, a 2012 Charles Wallace Fellow with the University of Stirling, UK, is the author of Footprints in the Bajra, a novel. Her poetry collection Into the Migrant City is forthcoming from Writers Workshop. Another short poetry collection, tentatively titled Blue Vessel, will be published by Zaporogue press, Denmark. Her work has been included in several Indian and international anthologies, the latest being The Yellow Nib from Queen’s University, Belfast. She has been a featured poet, including at 2012 Hyderabad Literary Festival and 2010 Prakriti Foundation.
SRIDALA SWAMI’s poetry has appeared in anthologies such as The Bloodaxe Book of Contemporary Indian Poets (ed. Jeet Thayil, UK: Bloodaxe, 2008), in Not A Muse (ed. Katie Rogers and Viki Holmes, Hong Kong: Haven Books, 2009) and in The HarperCollins Book of Modern English Poetry by Indians (ed. Sudeep Sen, India: Harper Collins, forthcoming). Swami’s first collection of poems, A Reluctant Survivor, was published by Sahitya Akademi. Swami was the 2011 Charles Wallace Writer-in-Residence at the University of Stirling, UK.
Sridala and I are both Charles Wallace fellows. She called me this afternoon and suddenly Stirling came alive again! Those swans, the loch, the genteel people in the Pathfoot building, smiling porters and the helpful townspeople. As if I lived an entire life there in those 3 months. Weird. And beautiful too. I wonder, does the evening still stretch it’s ruddy hands till late in the night?
All this brings me to E E Cummings in remembrance of Stirling’s spring:
The poem is NOT center aligned. This blog from where I copy pasted it, did this abomination. And I’m too tired to rectify it. Later maybe.
And a photo as usual. What will it be? Come on now, we spoke so much about Stirling. It has to be that place where I lived a life!
The Wallace monument seen from Stirling Castle premises, near the outdoor seating of the cafe there. Stirling campus is right behind that elegant monument.