tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post2210669394452205835..comments2008-12-26T16:12:58.130+05:30Inamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179681869787870521noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-65326247242045378432008-10-22T19:41:00.000+05:302008-10-22T19:41:00.000+05:30

FINE! RAZOR EDGE TECHNOLOGY?<BR/>The poem and the refutations...

shahwar khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366606022752780049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-30927699039796956682007-11-14T20:35:00.000+05:302007-11-14T20:35:00.000+05:30

Apt Imagery,, Cohen is proud of u..he whispered hush hush drawin me close...2 kudos to u mr. malik :)

ANUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977520699803172586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-41699262676920160912007-10-06T15:00:00.000+05:302007-10-06T15:00:00.000+05:30

awww...dun let the mean comments get you down...abstractly beautiful i must say..<BR/>heh!

sreejitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299147906926081257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-52941052630759405322007-09-27T20:17:00.000+05:302007-09-27T20:17:00.000+05:30

ushami@ aestheticism is definitely not dead and gone...what I menat was somehow i find it a bit dated concept...nevertheless great works have come of it! So don;'t mistunderstand me. <BR/>Inam@ poetry is difinitely to be felt and never explained. I agree. I am more kene on communication! thats just it. And what's this 'son' business?? lolz

Neelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07142918619777171516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-47655369513245704452007-09-27T02:30:00.000+05:302007-09-27T02:30:00.000+05:30

@Neel: 'They did not listen...they're not listening still...perhaps they never will!' <BR/><BR/>you are right, son. They'll never listen to the Jazz Police. van Gogh for instance. If you know what I mean. :)

Inamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179681869787870521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-8705509531429750942007-09-27T01:39:00.000+05:302007-09-27T01:39:00.000+05:30

'They did not listen...they're not listening still...perhaps they never will!' Bye

Neelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07142918619777171516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-14518161207221830002007-09-26T16:53:00.000+05:302007-09-26T16:53:00.000+05:30

"Aestheticism is dead and gone"<BR/>please explain yourself.

ushmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11438159701697487801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-71674299382778093302007-09-26T04:08:00.000+05:302007-09-26T04:08:00.000+05:30

now now now there's a big problem here. which is on a different plane altogether :) one person's not enjoying (i'm not using the word "understanding", coz as i said poems ain't meant to be "understood") a poem doesn't make it a non-poem. Eliot's Waste Land would have been in the waste-bin then :D . It was termed a "non-poem" by many of the time.<BR/><BR/>That Morrison is more accessible than

Inamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179681869787870521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-11434030656901141022007-09-25T23:28:00.000+05:302007-09-25T23:28:00.000+05:30

Well...A tribute to Leonard Cohen cannot be anything any poet writes. There has to be something in the poetry other than just calling it a tribute. There has to be some little thing that makes it a tribute to Cohen. Otherwise its almost like calling abaar aranya a tribute to aranyer din ratri!<BR/>Agreed poetry is not meant for explanation...and it truely needs sensitivity and feeling. I admit

Neelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07142918619777171516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-21958622912988518872007-09-25T20:56:00.000+05:302007-09-25T20:56:00.000+05:30

@Neel: Whoever said that a tribute to cohen has to follow cohen's style? :O<BR/><BR/>and whoever said that poems are for explaining? Poems are to be felt...gliding over your skin and inside. but of course, the skin has to be sensitive too.<BR/><BR/>moreover, when I was talking about "every poem" being an exploration of the unconscious, i was quite evidently referring to "every poem" of mine.

Inamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179681869787870521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-19675911696238014542007-09-25T17:03:00.000+05:302007-09-25T17:03:00.000+05:30

Interesting to find someone paying tribute to Len Cohen. Congratulations. But I am being frank. I could not understand a phrase of what you wrote. However I can relate to most of Cohen's songs. His songs are NOT abstract at all. Most poetry lovers find it comfortable to get into abstractions. No harm meant. I am asking everyone who has read this piece... can anyone explain to me...what is it

Neelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07142918619777171516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-37286951122996350352007-09-22T14:22:00.000+05:302007-09-22T14:22:00.000+05:30

yeah that is the line..

Burberry Princess..http://www.blogger.com/profile/15716125968463983465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-50946967956065406082007-09-22T13:45:00.000+05:302007-09-22T13:45:00.000+05:30

A gentle combination of Cohen's words and your images. This one is beautifully mesmerizing- and like most of your poems, exotic and hypnotic!

Anurimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07872560869918957189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-57551899407549651212007-09-21T00:18:00.000+05:302007-09-21T00:18:00.000+05:30

@adreeka: Oh! I take that as a compliment with all my heart (bows and all) :) I love Marquez.... "the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love"...is that the line...<BR/><BR/>as for poetic licence, well i guess i use that phrase a lot when they ask me about my hairstyle :D guess it fits in.<BR/><BR/>@auritro: Rolling man, rolling...one for Cohen and one for you

Inamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179681869787870521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-87848590251000275272007-09-20T19:27:00.000+05:302007-09-20T19:27:00.000+05:30

U have used stuff which is sinking into me..very,very slow.Roll another one,man,and start telling..

auritronoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-4209983432655226922007-09-20T18:16:00.000+05:302007-09-20T18:16:00.000+05:30

what else?<BR/><BR/><BR/>(oh n thats me, adreeka!)

Burberry Princess..http://www.blogger.com/profile/15716125968463983465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-67097673517778463792007-09-20T17:21:00.000+05:302007-09-20T17:21:00.000+05:30

aah.. its not dissection anymore.. its poetry again..you described your poetry in lyrics again! but i grant the poet this freedom..! you do have poetic license i suppose..<BR/><BR/>and this may be taken as a compliment, you remind me of marquez. <BR/><BR/>magic realism, surrealism, romantic realism..

rustic Pumpkin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15716125968463983465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-48354421747962881622007-09-20T02:17:00.000+05:302007-09-20T02:17:00.000+05:30

@ adreeka: ah... but if i dissect them, wont they bleed and die on the operation table? Rather isn't it better that I kill myself each time so that they may live. Infinite in their freedom. Grow on their own...fight...play....fall in love...marry...be unfaithful..get angry...give birth themselves...kill...travel to hills at twilight...so much... how could I end it all for them? :-) (there's a

Inamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179681869787870521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-28019700865517298832007-09-19T19:22:00.000+05:302007-09-19T19:22:00.000+05:30

Brilliant Inam! And I can't resist mentioning that once I attempted to translate Suzanne <A HREF="http://komalgandhar.wordpress.com/2007/07/26/nandini/" REL="nofollow">here</A>...<BR/>Unfortunately my Bangla blog doesn't get properly rendered in non-IE browsers

Life's Elsewherehttp://lovesragpicker.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-49315423176459296732007-09-19T17:47:00.000+05:302007-09-19T17:47:00.000+05:30

Take This Praise, Inam..... its brilliant!

Parjanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482813542799623778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-70783127186281026782007-09-19T17:35:00.000+05:302007-09-19T17:35:00.000+05:30

one of these days, dissect one of your poems, just once, explain yourself, just once, so one knows what exactly you think too. just once, hearing a poet dissect his own poem will be quite an experience. you see in class rooms dissecting a dead man's verse is all very fine; but just once, do it to yourself too!<BR/><BR/>and you're english honours right? ju right? wont be tough then, or will it?

rustic Pumpkin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15716125968463983465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-29783830324943287732007-09-19T15:18:00.000+05:302007-09-19T15:18:00.000+05:30

"I sing this for the crickets, <BR/>I sing this for the army, <BR/>I sing this for your children <BR/>and for all who do not need me. <BR/>"I'd like to tell my story," <BR/>said one of them so bold, <BR/>"Oh yes, I'd like to tell my story <BR/>'cause you know I feel I'm turning into gold."..."<BR/>...man,you're weaving words into a golden web for a man whose web entangles us all...

little boxeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07011839933124378047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-89614941300978149262007-09-18T19:35:00.000+05:302007-09-18T19:35:00.000+05:30

Kinda reminds me of Luke Skywalker speaking with Yoda... <BR/><BR/>It could've well been silence... but the same message would be conveyed... a grateful thanks from a poet to his mentor.<BR/><BR/>Kudos!<BR/><BR/>Cheers,<BR/><BR/>-Johnny Deep.

Johnny Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10298568533641711417noreply@blogger.com