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Showing posts with label Fragments are the only forms I trust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fragments are the only forms I trust. Show all posts
Sunday, February 1, 2015

போர்ஹெஸ் எழுதிய முன்னுரை

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பியூனஸ் அய்ரிஸ் நகரின் புத்தகக் கடையொன்றில், இளைஞனான புகைப்படக் கலைஞர் ஒருவர், முழுவதும் பார்வையிழந்து விட்ட போர்ஹெஸ் தட்டுத்தடுமாறி புத்தக...
Saturday, January 4, 2014

Tarun Tejpal's ponytail

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Friends of mine who choose to describe Tarun Tejpal's case as a Lolita moment are either careless readers of Nabakov's classic or s...
Friday, January 3, 2014

“What is truth?” said the jesting Pilate

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January 3, 2014 “What is truth?” said the jesting Pilate ( a sentence I borrow from G.K.Chesterton)  before ordering the crucification o...
Thursday, January 2, 2014

Not that we are not seduced by the charm of innocence

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January 2, 2014 Not that we are not seduced by the charm of innocence but we often mistake it for stupidity. Or stupidity is mistaken ...
Wednesday, January 1, 2014

"Fragments are the only forms I trust"

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December 25, 2013 Yesterday somebody asked me how would I describe my job as a folklorist. I replied quite spontaneously without much thi...