Walking all along the ‘Seamarks’ ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… Perse poetic venture has always tried back to the root where he belonged from the civilization and beyond over the civilization as well… However, what be the difference? All roads have taken the same road like as today’s memory is the reminder of long day’s old memories, identically signified to make a man complete…. This sensation reminded the foggy memories of ‘Anabasis’ a little bit. Anyway, life is always a jubilation of painful twinness between laughter and grief. We are the bottleneck creature; drinking the memory-wine by entering our throat into the tiny bottle, for repentance to say, “Oh, my cages, my pretty cages,/ And the snow‐water in my goatskin bottles,/ For whom now, daughter of the Great?”… Continue reading Walking all along the ‘Seamarks’ ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Monster tales and the fictional reality (apparently the final Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

O the disciple, a desireless modest man is better than the valiant or the Self-prided sage; don’t be angry and not cursed me for my unjust fault. I am telling you, Arjuna is a loser. He achieved nothing by robbing your strength; nor did he get anything from the beguilement of Karna in wartime. Arjuna pigmented his own hands with his brother’s bloodbath. The Ambidexter pigmented his Gandiva (Arjuna’s bow) with his most beloved master. Instead, it looked better if he cut his fingers before to kill his master and brother. My dear Ekalavya, you prove your real wisdom by cutting the finger. Remember one thing my dear, the objective of wisdom not stayed in the objective of to be wise or sagacious. A Wiseman is he who sacrificed his wisdom just after the moment. He then emptied his mind and started observing the world with silent eyes and a blank mind. That man is empty, and he has nothing to lose or wins in his rest of life. He is the real winner who knows how to discard wisdom just after the achievement… Continue reading Monster tales and the fictional reality (apparently the final Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Monster tales and the fictional reality (Fourth Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… All living and non-living objects in the creation is a reflection of the always-existed reality. Things are born and died and transformed into the transcendental reality which itself is absolute. Yudhishthira is not dead but which dead is his body, he was not born but which born was his body, the essence of his presence always remains in the absolute reality. The body is only the container of organic things and temporal experiences, but the core essence of the body always existed in the unchanged absolute, maybe in a different shape or maybe it existed there as Naught. The absolute reality is nothing in that sense, albeit it contains all possible everything within the nothingness./ … Once upon a time Yudhishthira arrived in the middle point and met the eternal container of all Knowable and Unknowable reality… Continue reading Monster tales and the fictional reality (Fourth Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Monster tales and the fictional reality (Third Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… Yudhishthira’s mind was going far beyond the mind after receiving his father’s articulated wording. He was living in a fictional reality for such a long days and was active in the reality by defining it in his own mind. He was there so far his mind allowed him of seeing, feeling, touching and thinking about the reality. The game is over and he is ready to omit his existence to an always-existed reality. This reality is the reason of all appearance and disappearance and it always existed without having any purpose or definition of anybody. It has no God, no religion, no mind, no imagery or intention, nor does it have any desire of intention to explain what reality is or what it should be!… Yudhishthira is just now entered the reality that has no beginning and neither an ending…. Continue reading Monster tales and the fictional reality (Third Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Monster tales and the fictional reality (Second Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Human race really passed a fictional time in the remotest dawn of Indian civilization. There was a clear difference amid the Human, Animal and the Rakshasa, but the exchange was open to all. The three musketeers frequently met each other for lovemaking and battling. Yonder era has sunk down according to the pace of time. Those valiant warriors and genius artists have omitted to the earth. They were public celebrities at that time, was being epical due to the dramatic events of their life. All they appeared on the earth according to the law of fictional reality, and later omitted in the same stream of epical reality. They omitted but left the messages of varicolored exchanges between the Human, Animal, and Rakshasa… Continue reading Monster tales and the fictional reality (Second Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Monster tales and the fictional reality (First Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… The historical monster is cruel and wild, very blunt to feel the emotion of love and lust, but a fictional monster is a true lover. He is different to the historical narratives of monsters. This monster is a complete lover, he is soft and tender for love and he knows how to take care of love, or how to seize the lovable woman in his dark cave-hole. He is ignorant about flower but very sentient to the woman whose he loves. He entitled the woman a fragrance of blossoming flower. The gigantic gallant eagerly adores the flower, because he provoked himself as the only owner of that flower… Continue reading Monster tales and the fictional reality (First Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Crows are singing caw…caw ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

It does matter anything that, who gives to you in birth or who pounce you from the life? Does it really matter why you are in life and why you omitted in one day by the sudden beeps of crack? Really, oh yes, really it matters serious that you need to carry the life to prove your ability in life, that, you are not lonely, and excellent in innocence or very clever to cheat your own and be the others? Does it all necessary to carry, to remember, and to reminding your own and the others that, we need to conscious about the fate of crows, so cuckoos can never lay their eggs in crow’s nest?… Continue reading Crows are singing caw…caw ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Abdellatif Laâbi and his poetic posers ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

He was perhaps the inspiration for many Arab poets who were fighting (and still be) for freedom, for peace, for land-settlement, and against exile. Despite all, Laâbi has some fair distance to all of them. His desires, promises, hope and sadness is analogical with Césaire and lot other exiled, even though, he is different amid them. Sort of his poems (as much as we get and read in English translation) contained such kind of philosophical agony, which is not widely common in the poetic gestures of other exiled poets./
His activism reflects politics, tonality pinched the manipulators; he is social and associative to the previous and contemporary Arab climate, and always tried to maintain detailing, when he dedicates his narrative to his sullen motherland. No, Laâbi is not alienated; not drowned into the eternal sadness of lonely survival or nothingness of life; he is not so eager for romantic lust; and despite all this, a thin line of a poser (I don’t know how) silently flows underneath his poetic jargon and symbols. I specially admire him for this. Continue reading Abdellatif Laâbi and his poetic posers ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Confession of a clown ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

People get amused to see my clownish desire for love. They tumbled to the floor with laughter when I turned my varicolored face to make an impression that, “hi man! I’m serious. Yeah, I’m serious in work, in love, in bedtime lust, in battle and in my ambition of life too”. They tumbled in laughter to see me serious, feeling pity for me to think about the clown’s fate…/ Wait! Don’t laugh to see me. Life is a psychedelic laughter of clowns. They are in everywhere. Clowns peeping underneath everyone’s outfit and they pissed everybody’s mind. The clown is he who never stopped his laugh in a nightmare, who is inept to shut his mouth seeing the shadows of despair, and not sentient to hide the comedia underneath his speck-colored face. Life is a batch of the clownish surname… Continue reading Confession of a clown ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Writing Quotes and exploited luxury ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Thinking is not ovenproof condition for any writing. Everybody has self-capacity to think something but not everybody writes; on opposite, it is not ovenproof that who is capable to write down his thinking, is sharper than who thinks but never write down him. Writing is a way that made thinking readable but an unwritten thinking can say more than the written document… Continue reading Writing Quotes and exploited luxury ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Cosmic nirvana and Ai’s “The Testimony of J. Robert Oppenheimer” ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… Ai is straightforward. Her uneven wording once provoked me to see Oppenheimer’s face in my memory. I discovered him in the relics of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. He was standing there as dizzy and defaced. I saw him under the clouds of atomic relics, tried to hide his bleary face in isotopic dust. He looked stoical and inept for receiving the amazing gift of his scientific invention. I was calling him by his nickname; earnestly tried to remind him about Manhattan Project; however, the defaced man was not in responsive mode. He looked stoical, and soon fragmented by pieces in front of my eyes… Continue reading Cosmic nirvana and Ai’s “The Testimony of J. Robert Oppenheimer” ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

The terror of Unnamed and Lovecraft’s cosmic whiff ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… Identification is required for “Being” who know that he is named and defined by someone somehow. It appears unnecessary for which is unnamed. Only the unnamed can swims in the infinite dark luckless…
H. P. Lovecraft’s cosmicism is the insignificant state, where everything is moving and interfused as insignificant sign. Human is not special in the realm of particles dynamics, none is less or bit more majestic there; everyone is the part of particle-soup, bubbling their indifferent afterlife; maybe the bubble will deliver new life and maybe not. Difference is indifference there; only the Lovecraftian ghost dance (dance of particles as “Being”) is the reality of yonder cosmic space… Continue reading The terror of Unnamed and Lovecraft’s cosmic whiff ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Know thyself and the unknowable knowing ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

As, a mystic poet of Bengal once seated beside the river, mediated in his thoughtful quest, and suddenly felt that he and the creation is identical here. Creation is the mirror of his existence and he the mirror of creation. He then saw himself a creator of the whole universe, creator of live and inert, and the almighty Lord even. He played his violin to declare: I’m the ground of sky and earth/ I the reason of all/ I’m the basis of heaven and hell/ I the radix of Almighty Lord… Continue reading Know thyself and the unknowable knowing ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Swear–words and Assholic Mind (Second Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

The objectives of consider other person asshole prick or an assholic-prick motivated by one-sided principle, where mental state intended to show its rigidity against other, where mind is not prepared to consider and compromise its decision to avoid anarchy and unrest. That is the big confusion-game of applying swear-words to anybody. It’s a puzzle where anything could happen by the moment. However, Mr. Toad’s Hall and Aaron James tried to solve the puzzle in their mighty wording and certainly did the job according their own style of philosophical quest… Continue reading Swear–words and Assholic Mind (Second Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Thoughts yet Incomplete and poet’s “Thought” Quest ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Readers, this is maybe the junction where incompleteness is the definition of everything which born here, sprouts here, evaporates or vanished here. Vanished where? The answer is incomplete here, comatose in beclouded darkness, possessed by unrecognizable Looney tunes. The pain of existence is that it doesn’t know from where it begins and where the end could be. Reversely, the pleasure of existence is there it goes on without knowing the beginning or end. The paradox is also there that, it is longing in thirst to know the beginning and ending of everything. That means existence is eager to fill the blank slate before melting into the wine-cask, before dripping again to the cask. Continue reading Thoughts yet Incomplete and poet’s “Thought” Quest ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Swear–words and Assholic Mind (First Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Today’s world is not exceptional in the milieu. Borderline yet smoked by confused desire for self-satisfaction and self-interest of individual minds, as it was being in Nazi-time. Recent emergence of communal, sectarian regime in India, tyrant dictatorship in Turkey and North Korea, iron-manic ruling policies in Russia, Brexit referendum in Great Britain and a new rising of racism in America after Donald Trump’s victory back the smoky borderline again, where symbolization of slang words and its frequent uses among political agents now increased by time… Continue reading Swear–words and Assholic Mind (First Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

The dizzy knowledge seeker ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Khidr was smiling to hear Moses and then replied, “You have guessed many to answer the simple question. That means we know very little about everything happening in the surface. So far you observed, as far the answer is. As far you answer, so far the knowing is. So far you see the sea, as far you can tell about it, rest is lie behind the mystery, where you could guess a lot but not confidently claim that you know the exact. To me it is the signage that, we’re flying and traveling in an unlimited ocean and dipped our beaks to take little drop of water… Continue reading The dizzy knowledge seeker ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Quest for the Self: Maryam’s self searching minstrels in writcrit blog

Does she represent new? Does her imagination and quest bit newish to the vast land of mystic or metaphysical landscape of poetry itself? Maybe and maybe the not, but it doesn’t denote anything here. I think she represents her great ancestors of Urdu poetry and the rest to reach the sublime landscape of poetic quest just like the holy pilgrimage./ Maryam try to walk on their directed trajectory. She walks in the thorny gravelled road with bravery and tried to echo the thousands years quest with fine simplicity. Is it not enough to read her minstrels, her less allegorical but touchy simple intonation?… Continue reading Quest for the Self: Maryam’s self searching minstrels in writcrit blog