Salman Masalha
W. H. Auden ||Funeral BluesStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public...
Reaching Gandhi in Our Times
I re-read Gandhiji, but the texts did not translate into
painting. How to retrieve him from his busts and statuary on the road side
corners, city squares, from postage stamps and rupee not...
