Realism falls short of reality. It shrinks it, attenuates it, falsifies it; it does not take into account our basic truths and our fundamental obsessions: love, death, astonishment. It presents man in a reduced and estranged perspective. Truth is in our dreams, in the imagination.-Eugène Ionesco Continue reading Real Deal
“I tell you that as long as I can conceive something better than myself I cannot be easy unless I am striving to bring it into existence or clearing the way for it. That is the law of my life. That is the working within me of Life’s incessant aspiration to higher organization, wider, deeper, intenser self-consciousness, and clearer self-understanding. It was the supremacy of … Continue reading Shaw’s Reflections
Solitude feels far better when everything else becomes insignificantYou do not fancy the illusions, the lack od depth, frivolous imaginationsOnly if words had the intensity, to stay, stir your soulThey are forgotten in a while, of whimsical ways without echoesOdd, that sounds are not pure enough to echo, quickly erased by tremors of timeLack of space is an excuse when solitude and silence can be … Continue reading Finding Solitude
Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.-D. H. Lawrence Continue reading Lonely World
To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery. -Charles Baudelaire Continue reading Of Writing and Storytelling
There’s a gradual shift in the discourse, the pledge to disclose nothing that may unsettle the established status quo. As if, a sharp object either creates more serrated edges or aggressively blunts it, like a candle is extinguished Sharp flames of clarity burn down the prejudices, dulls the mediocre opinions of the opinionated Writing is doubtful, literature even vague, between cruces of a quantum transformation … Continue reading Misguided Flow
Vision is the art of seeing things invisible. -Jonathan Swift Continue reading Vision
A strange feeling sweeps my consciousness towards another reality Feels alien here, the silence that I absorb makes me realize a truth O Heaven! It’s been eons that I have distanced myself, for my experiences were like a mirage Staring at the time I had spent, now they appear rare, like a mirage Perspectives of fractured dimensions, the sins of differences between me and my … Continue reading Fractured Dimensions
Amitav Chowdhury 