Do You See?
I’ll do this really really really really quickly. Because I’m sleepy and overworked. Overworked and little slept.
In between, I’ve been polishing my short fiction manuscript, writing the next article for Prairie Schooner lit mag, penning a report regarding my Charles Wallace Fellowship with University of Stirling, and answering a Q&A sent to me by a very young Bangladeshi writer who runs his dynamic webzine called “Copyleft”.
So, the PS article (“Death is never too far”) is out — a Q&A with Danish Manzoor, 25 yr old (I know, they still come young these days!) City Editor of Dainik Jagaran-City Plus community newspaper. His Kashmiri background and Hyderabadi education and work, coupled with a love for poetry made it enjoyable for me to interview him. Read it HERE. And an excerpt for the super-lazy:
“Whenever I’d hear stories about Agha Shahid Ali (I called him Bhaiyaaji) from Vidhur Wazir or Agha Ashraf (Agha Shahid’s father), I somehow always related to him as a child. How he’d keep sending his poems to different publications, so many that their mailboxes flooded with his poems and the editor of one such publication wrote back to Bhaiyaaji requesting him to stop sending anymore poems! That never stopped him. Yes, he did and still does influence my “poetic sojourn,” but largely, with his spirit, my life.”
Someone posted this Tintin photo on FB. I saw it fit to be stolen. “Tintin in Kolkata”! Rather sweet wearing all that dhoti-kurta, Bengali style! Not that I’m a fan of the attire or even Bengali men so to say.
And here am I,stealing some quiet time on my balcony facing the morning sun: