Poetry as Socio-proctology

Ever to know you was to love you but now to love you is to know   Tears are bitter waters till they mingle and the years melt like snow ...

At its own smoke, to blink, so as to more fulminously  burn Poetry teaches, not to think, but from its thought to learn Not Love to serve, n...

It doesn't cheer you when you are sad Or put money in your purse But, if your prose is beyond Bloggingly bad  There's pride in doing...

The very brilliant and erudite Satyanarayan Hegde has been kind enough to offer me a glimpse of his work tracing the metaphor of the lamp-wi...

 Cory Doctorow is a Canadian writer who has campaigned for the freeing up of information on the net. As part of his belief that, to quote St...

In Lanka before Sunrise     ‘Night School,’ I said, having noticed the two uptown types in the back row, ‘What good is it- now the State pro...