Poetry as Socio-proctology

Almost 40 years Homo Baba wrote a foolish essay on 'the trials of cultural translation' quite forgetting that his own people had fac...

 The always ludicrous Shruti Kapila writes in Print.in   It took Savarkar for India’s media to finally take note of the Bharat Jodo Yatra. N...

In flurries of Scarlet and Vermilion, celestial birds plummet from the sky By the floating jade pavilion, gilded fish surface and die Blosso...

  Ram Guha lives in Karnataka but does not know Kannada. He hopes to make up for this deficiency by writing articles in English depicting hi...

Why did Nixon go to see Chairman Mao fifty years ago? Was it because Nixon thought China 'shared values' with America? No. Nixon wan...

 In previous posts, dating back to 2015, I pointed out that William MacAskill's 'Normative Uncertainty' was simply stoooopid. T...

 As Keats' leaves to the two Krishna trees whose roots uproot Desire Bootless , Poetry's coming to me, boots so stuck in the mire, E...