The love between Radha and Krishna is immortalized across India through all varieties of artforms. Sanskrit poetry, however, is emblematic of the magic of language — how it flows in a measured line, coalescing with both the devotional and the erotic but never diving into either wholly, always remaining ethereal to subjectivity. Often, each word can mean many different things — more if you untangle the roots. Ultimately, love is the last.
Shannan Mann on "Radha's Mad Heart" |
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"Edgar Kunz on Making Ends Meet As a Poet"
"It's taken me a long time to realize that my great subject, my first and most lasting obsession, is money. What we have to do to get it, how both having and not having twists us up. My first book, for all its obvious themes of masculinity and quiet suffering—for all its 'grit'—is really about money. When I write about strapping a free armchair to the roof of my friend's stepdad's van, I’m writing about money."
via LIT HUB |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Jacob Sheetz-Willard on Srikanth Reddy's Voyager
"Reading Reddy's collection, for me, has a similar effect. In repeating Waldheim's language but stripping back the rhetoric, he insists on a distinction between sound and significance—what's said and what we can intuit beneath the public performance of language. His poetry offers a lesson in the imaginative potential of erasure and the politics of silence." |
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