Au revoir, Australia! We are at the end of this ten-week long journey. I am writing this as I wait at Sydney airport for my flight back home. I should very much resent the idea of not having to write about the land I love so much anymore. The Canberra that I had grown to …
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Between the Heaven and the Earth, We Live in the Clouds – Fieldnotes, Week 7
I have stayed away from writing for a while. Since the country had slumped into an extended or even a permanent, state of mourning, I could barely get myself to think or write anything. Not to mention, it is very debilitating to wake into a dull orange glow of smoke covered city, where one must …
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Field Notes: Week 3
Shall I tell you some more about the state of my work? Why do it now when you will, no doubt, read my thesis! Haha, of course not. You won’t read my thesis. So, I will tell you about the National Gallery in Canberra. The gallery is lined up alongside everything that is of consequence …
Field Notes: Week 2
Have you ever heard an Australian Raven? If you haven’t, good on you. It is precisely the cries of someone in his death throes. I feel startled every time I hear it even after knowing exactly what to expect from that species. Right now, a couple of noisy miners are haranguing the Ravens and I …
Field Notes: Week 1
Frankly, I do not think my field notes have to be this sparse. Had I not been jetlagged for a good part of the week and then, suddenly struck by a very random Hay fever, I think I would have had a lot more to say each day. I am sitting inside my quiet apartment, …
The Ungovernable
The wide autumn sky is clear although it leaves an impression of a dull-lit chamber. Rather very empty for an English sky. The darkness seems to be its underbelly, raising from the ground beneath but not making itself too apparent as it envelops everything around, including the escarpment I am standing on. It is hard …
Hunting for Words
Writing about writing, in other words, some eccentric forms of meta-writing is an odd thing. The oddity takes various forms as the nature of what you must write on changes. These obscure assertions will not make great sense unless I confess that I have been forced to think about writing, more specifically translating, recently when …
The Bird in the Mirror
Ophelia and Tatyana are placed on the columns of the very Edwardian bay window. They are birds of course. Felted woollen ones I brought into the Department and placed on the windows to get rid of my constant loneliness. People aren’t good enough for that, you see. Often, I wonder if I am a borderline …
Defiant Ecologies 