Word: poets
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...will soon tie the knot. Below it, jostling for space with a piece about the Soduku craze sweeping India, was the revelation from a new biography that the father of the nation, Mahatma Gandhi, conducted some sort of love affair with Saraladevi Chaudhuri, the married niece of acclaimed Bengali poet and philosopher Rabindranath Tagore...
...life. Just 30, he plays the character from his early 20s to his 60s and is persuasive for most of that span, though I wouldn't have minded if his dad had taken over in the later scenes. (Amitabh wouldn't agree. He said recently: "My father [the poet Harivansh Rai Bachchan] wrote in his biography, ?When a father loses to his son, it is his greatest victory!' I've lost to my son! And I'm the happiest father alive!") Early in the film, Abhishek uses his dimples to underline the notion of innocent ambition. As the character ages...
...poet like Owen leading trench charges in World War I seems no more senseless than paratroopers leading humvee convoys in Iraq. But as we look backward at our lost 3,000, it's worth hoping one more time that the ending stanza for the paratroopers today will be better than Owen's. He was killed in action trying to take a canal from German defenses, just one week before the Armistice ended the war for good. He never saw his verse published in a book. War can make poets and war can kill them...
...family of a prominent Ukrainian icon has donated to Harvard a collection of almost 900 maps thought to be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, the University announced this week. Bohdan Krawciw, who died in 1975, was an activist for Ukrainian independence, as well as a poet, translator, journalist, and to top it all off, a collector of maps of Ukraine. Marika L. Whaley, the publications manager at the Harvard Ukrainian Research Institute (HURI), described the collection as “monumental.” “I don’t know how this guy had the spare...
...collection by Heaney, perhaps the world's greatest living poet, is an event. And this one is a killer - literally. District and Circle (the title suggests the London Underground and, surely, its 2005 terror bombings) throbs with anxiety, foreboding and half-suppressed violence. Heaney's language is a symphony of sounds, surprises and look-'em-up words, like his barber's "cold smooth creeping steel and snicking scissors." You'll want to sing his lines out loud - until you realize how deadly serious the post-9/11 Heaney can be. "Anything can happen," he warns, "the tallest towers/ Be overturned...