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Dreams and drudgery

Who has the right to write and that too poetry. Has there been much poetry written  by farmers, field workers, the poor or women   The reason why all the poetry, I mean, the known poetry is written by those who had the money, the leisure to dream! It doesn't mean that those who lived a humble life didn't dream, or didn't write. They did, but according to Ranciere, "visibility" differentiated between  the two, "men of  leisure  and men of necessity",  those who are seen and  those who remain unseen, and unheard,  those who think, and those who cannot think! Ranciere's bourgeois masters were creators and thinkers while their workers who could have been artists, poets, and thinkers, in their own right, were not able to/couldn't create. Yes, those who had the time, the money and the luxury of having leisure as their vocation, and those who led a life of drudgery. They also wrote, but remained uncelebrated! In the French revolution when ...

Unblemished human life, keeping the environment unblemished.

  Human existence and its purpose,   We, who live human life, sometimes we  think about our life, our body,  and the soul that  resides in it.  If we don’t, maybe we should.  Is it something we borrow? Is it for us to keep and use as we wish? Or i s it something that we  have to  return  at the end to its maker?    Sant Kabir's dohe, or couplets, that my father used to recite, singing in his deep, nasal voice, throw some light on such questions. One of them is about human life as wearing a shawl, that needs to be kept clean:     “Jhini jhini bini chadariya.   Jhini jhini bini chadariya.  pingla taana bharni,  sushumna tar se bini chadariya –  so chaadar sur nar muni odhi,  odhi ke maili kar diini chadariya Das Kabir jatan kari odhi,   jyon ki tyon dhar deeni chadariya". This shawl, made of a very refined cloth, is woven by nature with the three threads, ingla , pingla and sushuma...