Arrested Eyesight: Three poems by Vasundhara Parashar
Poetry by Vasundhara Parashar: ‘I used to know my conscience, I used to see the world, / But now I read, Byron, Browning, and Burns, / Only to find myself lying on kitchen floors.’
Welcome to ‘Nation of Auteurs’, a series composed of critical essays by academics, filmmakers, historians, and cinephiles, to examine the deep diversity of Indian film auteurs and illuminate the country’s wider cinematic landscape. By Ashish Dwivedi
Poetry by Sutputra Radheye: ‘my poems will be drunk, truthful / and blunt like your beauty that cuts / through my skin and draws graffiti / on my bones like tattoos’
Poetry by Vasundhara Parashar: ‘I used to know my conscience, I used to see the world, / But now I read, Byron, Browning, and Burns, / Only to find myself lying on kitchen floors.’
In a recent visit to Ladakh, Navjot Khosla aims for a gaze beyond the touristy cliches, to be transformed instead by the sustainable models of growth, natural preservation, and the cultural heritage of the bioregion. By Navtoj Khosla