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One of the romantic roots of anti-art, says the Belgian art critic Thierry de Duve, the idea of the alienated artist, stands and accounts for a paradoxical sensus communis, which runs against the bourgeois common sense — the bohemian, the lumpen , the socially deviant. Naturally, art turns more to be a matter of discontinuity and hesitation on the part of the sufferer rather than about language, reification or craft. The marginal artist not only distinguished himself thus from the bourgeoisie but also placed himself at a slight angle to the righteous idea of human progress per se. For, both these categories — human and progress — are external to art and life, they would believe. This later romantic re-appropriation of the very idea of the sublime in art was necessary because the magisterial judgemental horizons of Immanuel Kant would bristle and not allow certain key emotional categories to be part of the domain of the aesthetic: disgust and ridiculousness being two prime examples. The result is often that instead of creating benchmarks of counter-judgment from within literary and artistic endeavors and movements, one ends up valorising external conceptual and philosophical attributes in trying to chart the power and sublimity in works of forms of art that can take on the reigning arbitrations on art at a particular moment of time.

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Still those age-old memories linger in my head In youth I visited the Botanical Garden often Flowers from various countries were collected there And yet fate never never held gold dust for me. The sound of trains startles me these days. Railway lines run right past my house. And a train passes my house every day; I sit in my room listening to its sound. The sounds, rhythms, punctuation and metaphors Of these trains appeal to the heart in unison.

For years I have seen that the sound of trains Does not awaken the gods. The railway lines are barely two hundred feet from my bed, Still the night trains do not awaken me. Those who created all these trains of the world, These creators have made arrangements for our sleep not to be disturbed. There was a storm yesterday, I see there have been storms sometimes in human history. There were storms in the Gupta era too. Everyone knows what a storm is like — suddenly The wind turns violent, and water-laden clouds from the lowest sea Soar the highest so that they can burst for it to rain long and wildly.

There was a storm yesterday, all the trees were shaken hard by the storm. In this orchard of ambrosial fruits, many unripe fruits fell to earth. Many unripe ambrosial fruits have fallen early to earth in human history. In this universe the moon orbits around the earth. This means the moon travels from west to east — From England the moon moves towards Bengal, a truth I have realised watching the moon journey through the stars. Yet the moon rises in the east over Bengal — sets towards England.

This contrary sight can be viewed around the axis of the earth Because of its rotation, which means the moon seemingly progresses In a direction opposite to its real movement — I have learnt this in middle age. And I cannot see the people walking past, although It is through the courtyard of my world that they walk But still my light is switched on, it is in the box.

The box, it is locked, my light is inside the box, Still the people out there find this out, just the way They have always found this out. The body of the earth does not touch the body of the moon. My body is in contact with the body of the earth. The moon circles the sun in its own orbit It keeps circling and the body of the moon Is not in contact with the body of the earth. I circle around the sun in my own orbit While keeping faint contact with the earth.

Lay down a mirror in your yard at night Face up, all the stars in the night sky Will be visible in the mirror, as dazzling As they look up there in the sky.

Therefore If the village of Shimulpur were covered with a mirror It would not be so dark, it would be well illuminated. Not that I have personally tested this theory, I have only thought of it, is anyone willing to experiment?

Let us assume adding a kilo of flesh to a human Needs eight kilos of rice. Eight kilos of rice cost thirty-two rupees, Which means a kilo of human flesh when attached to the body Costs thirty-two rupees.

Yet, see, a kilo of chicken meat costs forty rupees. Why is human flesh so cheap? I have thought A lot about this. If a kilo of rice had cost A hundred rupees we could have bragged about it We could have said a kilo of human flesh Costs eight hundred rupees and, in comparison, Thhu! You are commenting using your WordPress. You are commenting using your Google account.

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Eight poems: Binoy Majumdar

Still those age-old memories linger in my head In youth I visited the Botanical Garden often Flowers from various countries were collected there And yet fate never never held gold dust for me. The sound of trains startles me these days. Railway lines run right past my house. And a train passes my house every day; I sit in my room listening to its sound. The sounds, rhythms, punctuation and metaphors Of these trains appeal to the heart in unison.

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Binoy received the Sahitya Akademi Award in Binoy Majumdar was born in Myanmar erstwhile Burma on 17 September His family later moved to what is now Thakurnagar West Bengal in India. Binoy loved mathematics from his early youth. He translated a number of science texts from the Russian to Bengali. When Binoy took to writing, the scientific training of systematic observation and enquiry of objects found a place, quite naturally, in his poetry.

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