S Satish Kumar
@sskumar.bsky.social
Frequent early bird, occasional night owl, permanently exhausted pigeon... "academic" and "itinerant" educator in search of a "forever home"... among other things.
Day 2 of reading this in my Intro to Antiracist Thought course... Beautiful and absolutely heartrending... There are passages in here that I can hardly get through without being moved to tears. Wish me strength, y'all! 🙏🏽
November 30, 2023 at 6:23 AM
Day 2 of reading this in my Intro to Antiracist Thought course... Beautiful and absolutely heartrending... There are passages in here that I can hardly get through without being moved to tears. Wish me strength, y'all! 🙏🏽
Reading poetry is always like catching up with dear old friends... We can always talk, but just as easily sit in silence with one another. On the agenda for my Intro to African Literatures course this week, thirty odd pages of poetry! 🤍
November 14, 2023 at 9:00 AM
Reading poetry is always like catching up with dear old friends... We can always talk, but just as easily sit in silence with one another. On the agenda for my Intro to African Literatures course this week, thirty odd pages of poetry! 🤍
The sun struggles to shine through a thick haze of smoke. There is talk of artificial rain in Delhi. Uncannily, reminded of a poem by Prem Warbartani
"कभी तो खुल के बरस अब्र-ए-मेहरबाँ की तरह
मिरा वजूद है जलते हुए मकाँ की तरह"
(Rain down sometime like the merciful clouds
My existence is like that of a burning house.)
"कभी तो खुल के बरस अब्र-ए-मेहरबाँ की तरह
मिरा वजूद है जलते हुए मकाँ की तरह"
(Rain down sometime like the merciful clouds
My existence is like that of a burning house.)
November 7, 2023 at 4:29 AM
The sun struggles to shine through a thick haze of smoke. There is talk of artificial rain in Delhi. Uncannily, reminded of a poem by Prem Warbartani
"कभी तो खुल के बरस अब्र-ए-मेहरबाँ की तरह
मिरा वजूद है जलते हुए मकाँ की तरह"
(Rain down sometime like the merciful clouds
My existence is like that of a burning house.)
"कभी तो खुल के बरस अब्र-ए-मेहरबाँ की तरह
मिरा वजूद है जलते हुए मकाँ की तरह"
(Rain down sometime like the merciful clouds
My existence is like that of a burning house.)
The weather today in Delhi is, "Smoke". Not fog, not smog, not haze, but "Smoke"... 😷
November 2, 2023 at 8:15 AM
The weather today in Delhi is, "Smoke". Not fog, not smog, not haze, but "Smoke"... 😷
Reconnecting with the alchemy of cookery in the tiring solitude of sickness. A chant and a spell:
Comforting grains of lentils and rice,
Astringent ginger, cardamom, spice,
Sweetness from jaggery warm and nice.
Banish this flu!
Nourish my health!
Bring me to life!
Comforting grains of lentils and rice,
Astringent ginger, cardamom, spice,
Sweetness from jaggery warm and nice.
Banish this flu!
Nourish my health!
Bring me to life!
November 1, 2023 at 8:59 AM
Reconnecting with the alchemy of cookery in the tiring solitude of sickness. A chant and a spell:
Comforting grains of lentils and rice,
Astringent ginger, cardamom, spice,
Sweetness from jaggery warm and nice.
Banish this flu!
Nourish my health!
Bring me to life!
Comforting grains of lentils and rice,
Astringent ginger, cardamom, spice,
Sweetness from jaggery warm and nice.
Banish this flu!
Nourish my health!
Bring me to life!
Reading this as the air in Delhi becomes increasingly unbreathable... A constant reminder that we truly have forgotten Air...
"L'oubli de l'air chez Martin Heidegger," Luce Irigaray (1983).
"L'oubli de l'air chez Martin Heidegger," Luce Irigaray (1983).
October 25, 2023 at 4:19 PM
Reading this as the air in Delhi becomes increasingly unbreathable... A constant reminder that we truly have forgotten Air...
"L'oubli de l'air chez Martin Heidegger," Luce Irigaray (1983).
"L'oubli de l'air chez Martin Heidegger," Luce Irigaray (1983).
A passage each from, "The Bacchae of Euripides: A Communion Rite" by Woke Soyinka and "The Bluest Eye" by Toni Morrison. Two different texts. Two different courses. Serendipitous coincidence or the sinister designs of a comparatist at work... 👀
October 19, 2023 at 2:21 PM
A passage each from, "The Bacchae of Euripides: A Communion Rite" by Woke Soyinka and "The Bluest Eye" by Toni Morrison. Two different texts. Two different courses. Serendipitous coincidence or the sinister designs of a comparatist at work... 👀
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Gearing up to teach this excruciatingly beautiful masterpiece again... Speaking of her in the past tense has still not stopped feeling strange...
October 16, 2023 at 3:29 PM
Gearing up to teach this excruciatingly beautiful masterpiece again... Speaking of her in the past tense has still not stopped feeling strange...
Saying "profound" things... Or at least trying real hard to make it look that way! So, I started with Ferdinand de Saussure and ended with the Underground Railroad!
October 10, 2023 at 12:55 PM
Saying "profound" things... Or at least trying real hard to make it look that way! So, I started with Ferdinand de Saussure and ended with the Underground Railroad!
I always end up getting to the airport way too early than I perhaps actually need to... But it does give me time to catch up with old friends. Meeting this one in particular after nearly 4 years. One of my all time favourite books by James Baldwin! 🤍
October 8, 2023 at 7:30 AM
I always end up getting to the airport way too early than I perhaps actually need to... But it does give me time to catch up with old friends. Meeting this one in particular after nearly 4 years. One of my all time favourite books by James Baldwin! 🤍
So, here's a piece by the often "radical" 14th century poet and thinker Kabir that I recently translated for a piece I've been writing... We navigate many a quagmire in our personal and more often professional lives... If we all could think more like/with Kabir or in other words, "Don't start none!"
October 7, 2023 at 7:53 AM
So, here's a piece by the often "radical" 14th century poet and thinker Kabir that I recently translated for a piece I've been writing... We navigate many a quagmire in our personal and more often professional lives... If we all could think more like/with Kabir or in other words, "Don't start none!"