Heirloom Vanguard: quick reflections
what are the things i am concerned with in here? obviously, the city. the city, as in kolkata. the language english. english as a literary language for someone like me. and, despair. political despair. there is something that always escapes me in the city poem. i can't explain what. but, in my mind, i always associate cities with capital. yet, i don't always quite know, how to write the specter of capital in my lines. in some ways, is my manuscript really about capital? wasn't english language the double-edged gift that capital brought to the subcontinent? one might even say, it's the double-edged curse.
