The latest edition (no.52/September 2009) of the Ligden Poetry Society's poetry journal Pulsar is the last printed edition, at least for a while, says editor David Pike.
From now on Pulsar will appear as a quarterly web-zine. The printed edition of Pulsar ran for 15 years and found its way into many corners of the globe: copies went to Mr P Chaudhuri at Poetry Today in Calcutta; to Marion Stocking, Beloit Poetry Journal, Lamoine, USA; to Peter Finch, The Academi Agency, Cardiff; and yet another to Neil Astley at Bloodaxe Books; a copy to Joe Woods at Poetry Ireland and so on. It must have cost a pretty penny in postage, not to mention the hours of work involved for editor David Pike and assistant Jill Pike.
And so 'from now on' I shall click on PULSAR in the Poet in Residence sidebar --->>> and enjoy the poetry I find there!
It is my turn now...
ReplyDeleteAnd you are active again...Good poems and good thoughts...Partition of India have almost the same meanings for the people of Indian sub-continent as world war for Europe...
It was beginning of academic session in-between....
Well you talked about p3tv and some sporty things last time... It is a little unusual for poets to take interest in sports...but you are a bard...Isn't it ? In Hindi literature, one celeberated Romantic poet, namely Suryakant Tripathi Nirala, in the forties and fifties of last century, had a supposedly background of wrestling interests and he had a good muscular body and he had this open-chest photograph of his on his books.
Your poem Aberystwyth touched as for its background and contexts and reminded me of the imporance of village and small-town in Indian poetry, particularly, in languages like Panjabi and Hindi...
This had some difficult English words, for me, but i could sense...
It is a concern and i share it... Jay Ho !
So was Trakl's poem... moving, haunting...
...Reading Paul celan- the poem, and remembering Aeronwy Thomas are also touching pieces and these brought so much information as well..
So, you are a part of a silent struggle , a silent resistence...
And there is a call...
Satyapal, Lovely to hear from you. I will come back to your comments as soon as time and tide permit, meanwhile you might like to take a look at my favourite poem: "The Song of the Ungirt Runners" which is, of course, to be found on this blog via the search box.
ReplyDeleteI shall do it right now.
ReplyDeletei have done and it is really a simple, precise, humble good poem...
ReplyDeleteLike one about un-sung heroes...