The Edifice
Ranajit Das __________________ Journal Entry I I still recall quite vividly that horrendous moment when my little one realized, for the first time, what a lie is. I remember, face...
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Kachchh. Khambhi. Kavya. : Six Poems For My Village of Six Memorial Stones
Amrit Gangar _________________ Chhasara (chha – six, sarā – memorial stones, also called khāmbhi or pāliya in Kachchh and Kāthiawād; though sarā or saro is a Kachchhi word) is a village of...
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I Am Not A Man
Manmohan Dutta ---------------------------------------- What am I? I am a man. But I do not have humanity in me. In order to have humanity one has to master the art of showcasing...
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Blood Is Remarkably Red Against Green
Viktor Shklovsky [ A short excerpt from A Sentimental Journey: Memoirs, 1917-1922. Viktor Shklovsky, a leading figure in the Russian formalist movement of the 1920s, borrows the title from Laurence Sterne. In the book...
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Gossip, Gossip, Gossip ! The Jail is Full of Gossip.
Snehangshu Kanta Acharyya [S.K. Acharyya was in prison in 1963, under the Defense of India Rules, which empowered the Government of India to imprison whoever it wanted as long as it wanted, without...
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‘What! Nothing more?’
Sergey Stepnyak-Kravchinsky [Quite early in life Stepnyak began secretly to sow the sentiments of democracy among the peasants in the Russian countryside. His teaching did not long remain a secret, and in 1874 he...
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Bhaskar Chakrabarty’s Diary—1982: A Selection
1/1 Gist. A political journalist is more than a prostitute. 1/1 a poem is a deer with a dream in it. 1/1 Defeat becomes us. 14/1 Piku-Sadgati— incomparable, incomparable...
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Hiuen Tsang
Temsula Ao When I was assigned to a regular House after about a week of my arrival, I was ‘appropriated’ by some seniors who were already in class X. As a...
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The 10,000 Moment: HUG Pauses. To Look Back & Ahead
humanitiesunderground “There are two kinds of poets. Poets and local poets. Those who write in big and reputed magazines are poets. The rest are local poets.” Prasun Bandyopadhyay, Poet’s Preface, Collected Works...
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You Will Have To Swim, Mr. Marek !
Marek Kaminski During and after 1970s the Polish underground press drew on experiences of Second World War veterans of Armia Krajowa. After martial law in Poland and the government crackdown on Solidarity, the activities of underground publishing...
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Hopeful About Hopelessness: Gyanranjan Ke Bahane
Neelabh [This is an excerpt from Gyanranjan ke Bahane, where the writer gives us a unique sense of the Hindi literary world from the 1960s till date, by way of tracing it through...
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The Place, Origin and End of My Teaching
Jacques Lacan So far as my place is concerned, things go back to the year 1953. At that time, in psychoanalysis in France, we were in what might be called a moment...
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I’m not a Hollywood Star
Henri Alleg from: The Algerian Memoirs And , since our house was one of the few with a working telephone—the other lines had been cut for lack of payment—people would drop by often...
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Professor Morrie and Revolutionary Literature
Ashim 'Kaka' Chatterjee Tuesdays with Morrie disturbed me. This book disturbed me a lot. The story of Professor Morrie Schwartz is distinctive. There is not much of action here. Not too much description...
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