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Someday, when I lose you,
will you be able to sleep without
my whispering myself away
like a linden's crown above you?
- Rainer Maria Rilke, 'Slumbersong' ('Schlaflied' tr. Mary Herter Norton, 1938)
Portrait of Rilke by Leonid Pasternak
@KhairTabish @sudeepsennet @MakrandParanspe And here's my first book, Zones of Assault (1991), from that inaugural Rupa & Co series!
uske faroġh-e-husn se jhamke hai sab meñ nur
sham-e-haram ho yā ho diyā somnāt kā
Its splendid beauty sets all things shimmering with light,
whether it's the lamp of the Kaaba or the lamp of Somnath.
- Mir Taqi Mir (Divan-e Duvvum: II.664.7)
Exactly two weeks from now, my next curatorial project opens at @JNAF_Mumbai - an exhibition that acts as an extended meditation on a single central work (not the one shown here) and extends over a field of nearly 50 exhibits (including the painting shown here). Watch this space!
"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die."
- Roy: last soliloquy, *Blade Runner* (1982)
Raphael, 'Young Man Carrying an Old Man on His Back' (red chalk, c. 1514), preparatory drawing for a fresco, 'The Fire in the Borgo'; the drawing also brings instantly to mind the subject of Aeneas carrying his father Anchises as they escape burning Troy. Coll. @AlbertinaMuseum