Poetry Review: The Poet as a Poet in Veronica Forrest-Thomson’s “Through the Looking Glass“

Photo by Lisa Fotios from Pexels “The world is not something static, irredeemably given by a natural language. When language is re-imagined the world expands with it.”Veronica Forrest-Thomson, Poetic Artifice: A Theory of Twentieth Century Poetry Link to the poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/143680/through-the-looking-glass Writing this review seems to be inviting a direct admonition from the poet since in her own words...

The Variety Theatre Audience in Bulgakov’s ‘The Master and Margarita’

https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/hostedimages/1380373889i/727673.SX540.jpg ‘The city folk have changed greatly… externally, … have [they] changed inwardly?’ Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Maragrita (Penguin Books, 2007), pp. 122–123 The question posed by Maestro Woland as he is called in this scene resounds solidly even today as our society moves from one technological acquisition to another so fast that while we...

Green Amidst Crimson

Shoots spring out from the moist earth and poke their tiny heads exuberantly toward the sky. Something crawls by, something flies by, something stomps by, yet the shoots sing carefree songs of mirth. Shielded by the leaves of their elders, they continue to bloom and soon enter the cycle of life. Rain, Sun, and stars...

Walking, Japanese Music, and Suiyoubi no Campanella

KOM_I performing Shakushain at J-WAVE LIVE SUMMER JAM 2017. We have various reasons for having our own choices of music. At a certain age, we make or break friends depending on whether their taste in music coincides with our own. At a different point in our lives, we abolish such criteria instead keeping our music...

Snapshots From A Future – 1

Dusk brought with itself a slight drizzle. Shimmering under the amber streetlights, the road was bustling with the sounds and harrying of people and cars. It couldn't have been a more characteristic summer evening on a Sunday. This town never sleeps, as most travelogues mention. It rages on in varying measures all through the day....

This Republic Day

Clarion calls shall rise to the sky and passions of countrymen shall be on a high on this Republic Day. On Rajpath shall be displayed our might in military and the diversity of our nation and The President shall salute the men and women to the proud National Anthem. Flowers shall fall from the heavens...

City of Avarice

Platitudes on mountain corpses still Smoke from abandoned window sills Pay reverence to wallowing souls in pity Tainted winds over fields of white lily.   Design to resurrect dragon flowers of old From the breasts of a scarred lonely cuckold Denigrated children scamper in wild games As the city lavishes in rustic Avarice's flames.  ...

The Author

Hey! Greetings from the blotchedparchment. My name is Kaustav Ganguly. I am a student and as you have seen, a pretty shit poet. But it makes me happy do I write and write. Thank you for almost 2500 views, follows and feedback. It's been a great time sharing with you guys. There shall be more...

I, An Old Man, Dreamt

Winter’s blanket in a vivacious town- Their everyday song, an hour long And the chatter of wheels upon rails- My everyday muse, this life’s ruse,   And I grow older, as the hours I sleep, My eyes closed and my beard grows, A mark upon this deliquescent life As vines grow upon my buried wife;...

The Boyhood Hero – David Beckham

England were on the verge of not qualifying for the World Cup 2002 finals. They needed just one goal as Germany finished nil all. England were awarded a free kick 30 yards out in the dying embers of the game. On stepped the English skipper. He denied Teddy Sherringham from having a go and shouldered...