I Like You When You Are Quiet (Pablo Neruda)

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Me Gustas Cuando Callas

Me gustas cuando callas porque estas como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.

Como todas las cosas estan llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mia.
Mariposa de sueno, te pareces a mi alma,
y te pareces a la palabra melancolia.

Me gustas cuando callas y estas como distante.
Y estas como quejandote, mariposa en arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
dejame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.

Dejame que te hable tambien con tu silencio
claro como una lampara, simple como un anillo.
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.
Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.

Me gustas cuando callas porque estas como ausente.
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.

Pablo Neruda (1904-1973) was a Chilean poet who transformed the world of Spanish literature. The Nobel Prize winner (1971) was known for mixing memories of his love affairs with memories of wilderness of Southern Chile- a poetic sequence that not only describes a physical liaison but also evokes the sense of displacement that Neruda felt in leaving the wilderness for the city.

The Look

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Sara Teasdale (August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933) is an American poet of the twentieth century. She has known to create a substantial body of lyric poetry with romantic features. Her poem assert the authority of female self through expression of personal feelings. The simplicity in her work has contributed a great deal to classical poetry.

Sonnets to Duse and Other Poems (1907)
Helen of Troy and Other Poems (1911)
Love Songs (1917)
Flame and Shadow (1920)
Dark of the Moon (1926)
Stars To-night (1930)
Strange Victory (1933)

 

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Live the questions

 

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Timothy Leary (1920-1996) was a psychologist, author and pioneer of psychedelic drugs. While working as a professor at Harvard, he explored the potential benefits of psilocybin, the active ingredient in magic mushrooms. His later experiments with LSD made him a key figure and hero during the counter-culture movement of the 1960s. One can watch the BBC documentary on him to know more about Leary.

 

Faiz Ahmad Faiz on Dictatorships

Three Voices

By Faiz Ahmad Faiz

(1)
Tyrant

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Come, let us rejoice!
Today is the festival of the death and all hope, Humanity is buried once and for all
Compassion has fled to the dark hills.
The graveyards are full.
I have set you free
From the bondage of night and day.
The splendour of dawn is not for you.
Sleep will bring you no comfort.

I have subjugated all freedom loving eyes
With my sword.
I have Strangled every aspiration.
No more will the boughs bend with blossoms.
Spring will writhe i the fire of Nimrod.
Never again will the pearly rain fall.
Clouds will be made of thorns and straw. I owe allegiance to a new creed.
My laws are different.
my code is unique.

The pious bow before abominable idols.
The tall kiss the feet of clay pygmies.
On earth the doors of devotion
Have been closed
And in heaven the gates of benediction
Sealed.

(2)
Victim

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Night is the harbinger of pain
And the dawning day its maturity.
At noon every vein burst with agony
And sunset appears the demon of fear.
Was this what you destined for me?
O God! This repetitive horror of night and day.
This never ending restless journey of my life.
Not even an iota of happiness.
They say that cruelty pleases you
And injustice is not possible without your consent
If this is true, should I deny your justice?
Should I listen to them
Or should I believe in you?

(3)
Voice from the unknown

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Warn all those in authority
To hold fast to their book of deeds.
When the masses surge into the streets
Crying for vengeance,
All appeals for mercy –
All blubbering excuses –
Will be spurned aside.
Patrons and influential friends will be of no use.
Reward and punishment will be dispensed here.
Here will be hell and paradise.
Here and now will be the day of judgment.

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Family Tree of Languages

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Language trees for the language lovers! I’ve gathered pretty much all the data for this from ethnologue.com, which is an awesome well of information about language families. And if anyone finds some important language missing let me know! (Naturally most tiny languages didn’t make it on the graph, aww. There’s literally hundreds of them in the Indo-European family alone and I could only fit so many on this page, so most sub-1 mil. speaker languages that don’t have official status somewhere got the cut.)

By Stand Still Stay Silent

Facing the actual books.

I feel dead from inside,
every time I see you.
My brain stops to function
for my numb fingers to move
while my eyes force me to look at the humour
everyone’s opinions on what I should and shouldn’t
with a random “what’s on your mind?” that you ask me

I judge

I forget

I get angry

I forget

I look around
wonder why I even came to see you.
It wasn’t for fun,
or any motivation.
Just hoped to know
how alive they are with you

but I laugh,

I forget.

I like

I forget.

You have sold my functioning basics for free
I crave that attention you let me have
I see them like what I say

I feel confident

and I forget.

You feed me senseless news
and yet expect me share my mood and my favorite song
I laugh at them memes
I feel smarter than ever as my IQ level drops

I laugh,

I forget.

I laugh,

enough now it’s time to hit the logout button.

Courtesy: Wang Fangqiao

Courtesy: Wang Fangqiao

A Dialogue on Power

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Courtesy: NikaQ

Mirando is busy fighting a war in a virtual gaming zone on his laptop. Trichette trying to stay away from technology, is casually trying to build a constructive argument in the air over her contingent of random thoughts. While Mirando successfully shoots his enemies, Trichette fails to save her thoughts from getting shot down one after the other. She decides to interrupt Mirando’s gaming quest to help her build this exuberant thought.

Intrigued Trichette
“Miro, do you think Power is an emotion?”

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The Power of Fiction and Why it Matters

Mario Vargas Llosa, a Peruvian Nobel Prize in Literature laureate cares to offer an in depth insight into what a fictional novel is, and why it is needed. Other than the needs, he also points out why it could be perceived dangerous by state and religion. Oiginally written in Spanish, the English translation titled Is Art the Fiction of Living? by Toby Talbot was featured in The New York Times on October 7, 1984.

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Surviving the Din: From a Poet’s lens

Do we aim to run away or run deeper in to our social life when as we go on and off social media websites and applications in today’s world?
This article by a a poet looks at two different generations- one of Euripides, the Greek Dramatist and Woody Allen, American Filmmaker and writer. These two artists represent two distinct generations which possesses a wide gap as far as the evolution of technology is concerned. But what is striking, is how human behavior and his understanding of the society has more or less been static with variations in the context.
Author Arundhati Subramaniam, a poet, beautifully points out her nuanced observations as she tries to do away from the contemporary world in an ashram to recognize that humans will always be faced with the dichotomy of running away or running towards the society only as a way to reproach their lives. But either ways, it is to reproach life with a variety of perspectives.
Read on more as she jots down few instances from the lives of Euripides, Allen and concludes the above through the anatomy of Poems.

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