Gunter Grass, the 1999 Nobel Prize Laureate for Literature, has been barred by Israel for openly claiming that Israel is a 'threat to the world peace' in one of his poems 'What Must Be Said'. In the ripe old age of 84, Gunter Grass, an author, playwright and sculptor, has courted a huge controversy and the issue of claiming that "nuclear-armed Israel is endangering already fragile world peace" has generated a lot of heat. The poem 'What Must Be Said' has been published in the German newspaper, 'Süddeutsche Zeitung'. A lot of hue and cry has been raised in Israel as well as in Germany, as both Left and Right-wing politicians support Israel because of various historical reasons. Iran has very happily welcomed Grass' poem. The poet has a few other supporters too. Klaus Staeck, the president of the Berlin academy of art, defended Grass saying, “It's got to be possible to speak openly without being denounced as an enemy of Israel”. He stated that Mr. Grass was just giving vent to his feelings and worries about the developments in Middle East. Now what we have here is a nice amalgam of literature, politics and the question artistic freedom! Let's see how things turn out to be. To keep an eye on the turn of events, maintain track of Literary JewelsMore discussions will follow. There are many questions raised, but they can only be answered after a bit of pondering over the matter. Keep your thoughts and reactions flowing in...
She died on 27 March, 2012.
The news of death of Adrienne Rich, an American poet, essayist and feminist, pulled be back to a reading of her works. As I have always said, rather than discussing a writer's biographic facts in detail (which are available at any website or book), it is more important to discuss his/her literary writings. This especially behoves a literary website like Literary Jewels
|Adrienne Rich (1929 - 2012|
A Valediction Forbidding Mourning
My swirling wants. Your frozen lips.
The grammar turned and attacked me.
Themes, written under duress.
Emptiness of the notations.
They gave me a drug that slowed the healing of wounds.
I want you to see this before I leave:
the experience of repetition as death
the failure of criticism to locate the pain
the poster in the bus that said:
my bleeding is under control
A red plant in a cemetary of plastic wreaths.
A last attempt: the language is a dialect called metaphor.
These images go unglossed: hair, glacier, flashlight.
When I think of a landscape I am thinking of a time.
When I talk of taking a trip I mean forever.
I could say: those mountains have a meaning
but further than that I could not say.
To do something very common, in my own way.
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