what is the vertiginous chapati saying to me?
From the category archives:
No, I doubt I’d be that kind of father
not rural not snow no quiet window
but hot smelly New York City
seven flights up, roaches and rats in the walls
a fat Reichian wife screeching over potatoes Get a job!
And five nose running brats in love with Batman
And the neighbors all toothless and dry haired
like those hag masses [...]
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– Intro to Ghalib. And translation.
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You say there is no choice left, now – Faiz, Jan 1958.
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