Book Release of Scream and Other Urbane Legends


Scream and Other Urbane legends by Dr Koshy AV will be released today i.e January 10th, 2017 at Pragati Maidan New Delhi at the LIFI Publications Pvt Limited  at Author’s Corner(Reflections) Hall 10-11.
EVERYONE in Delhi is invited! It is a book not to be missed.
TIMINGS  : 5pm to 6.30 pm

LIFI STALL NUMBERS are 529-531

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Anna Gabriel Koshy( O Henry expert and T S Eliot researcher, editor, French lecturer, Autism for help Village project Trust Trustee) will speak at the Book Launch.
P.S The book carries my blurb on the back cover.

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Duane’s PoeTree: A. V. Koshy responds


An interview worth reading…and rereading.

Too many poets follow trends and write only stuff they think is modern or publishworthy but here is someone very comfortable with experimentation, with creating eminently readable poetry and poems that push our understanding of what poetry can be. Thanks so much Duane Vorhees for shining a light on one of the finest in our midst.

and I am mentioned in there!! Yay! 🙂

 

Source: Duane’s PoeTree: A. V. Koshy responds

OVER THE RAINBOW : Sophie Boswell


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Very honoured to share a poem by Sophie Boswell, author of Breaking Loose, The Power Of Feng Shui and Journey Of The Mind on my blog. Thank you  Sophie Boswell for your kindness in allowing me to do so and for your generosity.   DO read ‘Over The Rainbow”. In her own words, it is “simple with a little message” but for me it is the infinite wisdom that nothing will wait forever, everything worth dying for lies just here, in full view. Oh for a little courage to stretch those fingers and clasp it! 

OVER THE RAINBOW

You know the childhood story, about the pot of gold
The one to go on searching for, until you’re frail and old
Well, I’m here to tell you that they got the ending wrong
‘Cause it’s not a pot of gold, that will help make you strong

So don’t waste your life, searching long and hard
When the happiness you see can be found in your own back yard
You see, finding the end of the rainbow, can take a long, long time
And when you eventually get there, you’ll find there’s not a dime

YOU are the gemstone of your life
And travelling along that pretty curve, can bring you lots of strife
So the thing I found to aim for, was to make mental jumps
I finally jumped over the rainbow after flattening little bumps

‘Cause gold is just a metal that can melt and flow away
While knowledge and wisdom will fuel you, come what may
So when you read to children, about that pot of gold
Teach them to jump hurdles, to see their dreams unfold.
oOo
©Sophie Boswell
From “My Treasure Trove of Poems”

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When Black Holes Collide


 

Honoured to share a poem by Dr. Koshy A.V which made me think of black holes and the waves they generate.

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If there was a planet
With two moons
A system with two suns
Two poets with the same fire
singing different tunes
Lit by the same flair/flare
Of incandescent genius
And its lambent eyes
Those waxing and waning moons
Those living burning dying suns
Those immortal poets twain
And the cosmic poetic galaxies
Of their poems
Swirling in never settling stardust
That would be you and I
That could only be I and you
©Ampat Koshy

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Image :  Artistic rendering of gravitational waves caused by merging black holes :NASA

 

 

A Review of Allusions to Simplicity


This review is from Amazon.in  : Allusions to Simplicity/ Koshy A.V (Paperback)
The book is available at  Amazon.in and Authorspress

The cover of Dr Koshy’s new book of poems “Allusions to Simplicity” published by Authorspress is disarmingly easy on the eye and matches the book’s title to a T. The ocean and tan colors and clean, simple lines give it a quiet elegance.

The poems, from the viewpoint of a reader who reads poetry for its pure pleasure, are plain-spoken narratives incorporating – and being – complete experiences in themselves, without resorting to dazzling readers with poetic histrionics. Their feel and sentiments endure way past the page and the book, and sear. “After Rilke” opens the innings and remains a firm favorite over time.
The poet succeeds completely in defying the trend of Indian-English poet-aspirants writing a great deal of ‘ephemeral’ poetry which looks beautiful but when you read it aloud kills the poem (and sometimes the reader too) because of its sheer absurdity.
Let me quote a few verses randomly:
I won’t do what you did, though/Enough for me to fade away, Vincent /like a mist on a morning that gets hotter”(How to Make Myself Vanish)
Anna” startles because you don’t expect to hear such an honest thought said aloud and for once feel glad that you have no company.

Between all the usual, worn out phrases/ The writing remains, fragile and tenuous
You give not knowing what you gave/ and take not knowing what you took/ till you are no more/
and something remains if it is meant to/or does not”(from Images Disjunct (2))
One can take such verses and apply them to wherever one is, with regard to writing or to life and they hold good. Many of the poems demonstrate a willingness on the part of the poet to experiment with form, topic, style, and to share emotions and thoughts without reservation thus putting them in a class of their own with their own brand of striking imagery
The crow picks up the beads of its red eyes/ Its red maw caws once/
The child shudders/and closes her eyes/She vanishes in a puffy haze/
without a trace/from the crow’s eyes”
(A Crow Hops on the Tracks)

And there is no dearth of beauty in poems like When Musanda Thickly Covered My Green Stems, Eyes We Dare not Meet in Dreams and many more
The third and the best part of the book (IMO) is a fascinating romp through heavily allusive thought fields. The rhymes and rhythm are thoroughly unconventional but make music even more readily. I am actually a bit appalled to find that even a veiled threat of violence manages to be so thrilling.
Destroy you and the whole earth. I swear.
Storm petrel. Awakening.
(I Will Not Leave Anything Unrazed, My Love)

Aria and Africa are some of the other treats in this collection, unrivaled in their range and gamut of emotions that disturb as much as affirm and cause outrage while they provoke thought.
At the very end of the book is the poem that led to the Pushcart nomination, now retitled as ‘Shayer’ and at ‘Shatarupa’ when I left the book, I realized that there is a deep pleasure in getting access to a vast field that exists in a poet’s eye—and it has been such a joy to loiter there and be totally inspired. Great poetry…sigh!
©Reena Prasad

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P.S
That brief, staccato dedication is infinitely more poetic than anything I have ever written. To say thanks here to a teacher, friend, salvager and off the ledge-hauler who has taught me most of what I’m now  would be grossly inadequate but I hope to do it with a book someday.

 

Amazing Time With Dr. Santosh Bakaya


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An  amazing human being and a fantastic writer! Am so proud to be her friend.

Colors of Life

It is an immense pleasure to interview Dr. Santosh Bakaya, A Reuel International Award winner. So without wasting even a second let’s start asking Dr. Santosh some questions here. But before that read a quote by Dr. Santosh Bakaya.

It is love and love alone that moves this wide, wonderful, whacky world. had there been no love and just hatred, the world would have hurtled down an abyss long back.
– Dr. Santosh Bakaya

1. Tell us something about yourself

.At the very outset let me thank you for this opportunity , and let me also emphasise that as a teacher, I have always appreciated the  creative spark and dynamism in the youth . So Anuj, hats off to you for your enterprising work.

Well, I am an ordinary person, but always on the lookout for the extraordinary in life. My family tells me that I am always on a high…

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After Your Voice Has fallen Silent/ Ampat Koshy


 

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After your voice has fallen silent
everything has become grey
I listen daily
for it to return
as for the song of the swallow
and the beat of wings
of beautiful insects neither seen nor heard

Younger than me
but so much better
All I can do now
is praise your métier
and wait, wait so anxiously
piteously eager, you do not know how much
for you to return
looking often in, through windows
while tears wet my eyes
and the morn itself
seems to tarry
not dawn

Lycidas, where art thou gone?
‘Tis not elegy but ode I wish to pen and perform
©Ampat Koshy Dec 5th 2015