Some would argue that poems are meant to be felt. Critical analysis, more often than not, leads to the death of a poem. On the other hand, feeling the poem brings with it a different vibe. What do I mean by ‘feeling’ a poem? Every work of art carries with it not just the artist’s […]Read More To Feel or To Act?
CITYSCAPES in MODERN POETRY Hey! Use the above link to read my article!Read More Cityscapes as Detrimental Factors in the poems of Allen Ginsberg, T.S. Eliot and James Douglas Morrison
(Image Source: http://culture.affinitymagazine.us/sylvia-plath-claims-abuse-by-ted-hughes-in-soon-to-be-published-unseen-letters/) Ted Hughes’s poetry often embodies the raw state of violence in the natural world. Most of his poems revolve around nature and are concerned with the struggle for survival in an animalistic world. For instance in his poem Pike, violence is not thrust upon the reader but is subtly suggested in a […]Read More Exploring Sylvia Plath’s Mindscape through Ted Hughes’s “Red”
It was a normal afternoon at Rishi Valley. Fairly hot and buzzing with bird activity. The Yellow-billed Babblers were really coming in strongRead More Birding in the Garden
Image source: (https://jimmorrisonbiography.wordpress.com/jim-and-the-doors-pictures/.) To step into the world of James Douglas Morrison (Jim Morrison), and attempt a psychoanalytical study of his poetry would mean diving into a dimension defined by lucid images, mostly lewd and obscene but also rich in allusions and description. They provide a visual treat, sometimes psychedelic, sometimes existential and […]Read More Jim Morrison’s ‘The Ghost Song’ in the Light of Surrealism, Existentialism, Absurdism, and Sigmund Freud
This essay will consider The Tempest in the light of postcolonialism using Loomba’s theories and the relationship between the natives of the island and Prospero, Stephano and Trinculo.Read More ‘The Tempest’ as a Postcolonial Text
You still remember the scent of crushed leaves basking in the mud, the sun choking out their water. The inviting aroma of dead leaves would anchor itself in the air of a hot, sunny day. It was the time of farewells and goodbyes, tears and nostalgia for a past that could not be undone. At […]Read More Dead Leaves