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WALKING HOME by SIMON ARMITAGE

Walking Home by Simon Armitage

Walking Home the Pennine Way is not a book of poems from this famous poet but a personal account of Simon Armitage’s experience, walking one of the toughest climbs in Britain. He undertook this task, a walk that stretched about 256 miles, in the summer of 2010. The usual pattern, and the easier one, is to walk from south to north but not the other way round. Simon did it from Edale, his home village in the Peak District, Yorkshire, to the north Kirk Yetholm, the other side of the Scottish border.

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Tongue in cheek, he says, ‘As a poet I am naturally contrary.’

He takes up the challenge with a rucksack his mother used when she walked the route at the age of fifty; and his dad tells him he doesn’t need a coat. His wife says if this is a midlife thing why not get a Harley and grow a ponytail. Armed with walking paraphernalia and ‘Avon Skin So Soft’ Simon sets out to take this endurance test, to face the emotional and physical challenge. He trains for the tough job with the motto ‘prepare for day two by walking on day one’.

Simon gives readings along the way at prearranged stops at villages and farms, in private homes, pubs, and churches. A modern troubadour travelling out without cash, passing a sock round for donations. At the stops his borrowed suitcase The Tombstone heavy with his volumes of poetry is delivered to him,.

The narrative is smooth, oftentimes contemplative. It flows beautifully and is filled with humour in spite of his discomfort of moors and bogs, the cold and the wet, the slush and the hard rock, and the bruising and deafening gusts. He perseveres through bleak terrain, across lonely fells towards his Yorkshire village. We see how different each of the farm villages and homes he arrives at are. Simon sees much beauty too and makes acute, detailed observations as only a poet can.

A notification of readings on his website brings him a good crowd of passionate admirers and a mix too of indifferent audiences and farm animals. And readings have ended up in the middle of dart games, or had to compete with the sound of clacking pool balls or bleating of sheep. Simon is surprised by the crowds who turn up and is surprised too by the generosity of villagers and visitors.

His rendition of happenings and his choice of words hilarious throughout the book had me laughing aloud. Often he writes with self-deprecating humour.

At one evening reading -

‘Towards the end, several people in the audience seem moved to tears, covering their eyes with their hands and bowing their heads. One woman takes a handkerchief out of her bag and lifts it to her face. But it’s just the sun, setting directly behind my back, reducing me to flames.’

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As an armchair rambler I enjoy reading more than walking tough mountain trails but ‘Waling Home’ made me feel I wanted to join Simon Armitage on his walk.

Walking Home warrants a second reading. I have developed a taste for tea and cake.

Leela Reading photo by Don Ellis

SUPER SCOOPS

April 22, 2013 Concerns, Writing No Comments

Super Scoops

Breaking News is breaking faster and getting chunkier. The sightings and the search for the brothers who carried out the Boston horrors is the latest example. BBC and CNN that I check everyday for news stopped the world and stayed on ‘live’ repetition, twenty-four hour, second by second live news of the shut down of Boston and the search for the terrorists.

Everyone wants to be the first with a scoop whether that person is on the scene or not, and whether he has a way of knowing the accuracy of what he reports. Face Book ‘posters’ and Twitterers were out there quick and fast. When it was reported wrongly that the police had apprehended a dark skinned person I could excuse that. It was night and the sunglass-wearing policemen could have mistaken the white boys for brown boys. But when super sleuths, not only amateur but stupid too, came up with an Indian name, and I will have you know it was not even a Red Indian name,they outdid themselves. They did some serious harm to the Sunils of the world.

Everyone wants the universe to know ‘you heard this from ME first’. We are moving into instant and speedy breaking news, mobile phone style, and often speculated reality.

What next? I saw it before it happened? Shades of Minority Report?

BEIJING ART VILLAGE 798

April 9, 2013 Travel, Writing No Comments

798 Beijing Art Village

Ballerina

Ballerina

Chinese contemporary art began to emerge in the early 70’s. Since then art zones have sprouted all over China, especially near large cities. The Blue Roof in Chengdu, Sichuan; The Stonehouse Art District in Chongching, Shanghai; and Art Village 798 in Chaoyang, Beijing are the better known ones.

Chinese art is now very much in world focus. Before this art connoisseurs inside China or outside China had not seen much contemporary work. Now Chinese art is considered ‘intriguing and provocative’ and paintings and sculptures have created a world hunger. Chinese art now fetch billions of dollars and China recognizes the dollar value of these artists. Majority of the work is from living artists.

Hong Kong is a venue for high-end sales of contemporary art. Last week in the April Spring Sale a 20th century Chinese art of Zao Wou-ki drew a top bid of HK$37 million (US$ 4.77 million).

Into the Village

Into the Village

Beijing 798 Art District is located in the northeast in Chaoyang District. This large factory area opened up when studio operators found it difficult to afford city rents. A few galleries, foreign and local, moved in 2002 to this discarded old ammunitions factory site. Soon, attracted by the cheap rent more contemporary artists, sculptors and designers have filtered in making this hub, an art colony. The attraction of the place to local and foreign tourists has also given rise to interesting cafes and restaurants, avant-garde boutiques, souvenir shops and stationary and art supply shops.

It is not only a district of Art but has taken on an atmosphere of a place of international village community.

Outside Card Shop

No visit to Beijing should be considered complete without a visit to ‘Art Village 798.’ After having thrust yourself into the daring dusty traffic, having absorbed the landmarks and suffered the chaos of the great wall and the penance and torture of the forbidden city this is a place to retire to in contemplation.

Contemplation in Red

Contemplation in Red

A tangle of lanes and streets of galleries

Lane

Lane

Nothing architecturally aesthetic or cohesive but a lovely mish-mash of galleries, design studios and allied small businesses, art suppliers, stationary shops, publishers, book shops, gift stores and kitch boutiques, Mau mementos, souvenirs and art deco cafes and restaurants

Walking though the lanes one comes across galleries of varying sizes of paintings, Chinese designs complementing Western, and indoor and outdoor sculptures and exhibits and wall paintings.

She dances her way

She dances Liberty

Gazing Men

Gazing Men

Music Wall Art

Music Wall Art

Small gardens, seating and play areas offer plenty of down time. Spend the day strolling and people-watching. Simple small restaurants cafes offer community spirit

More Peace Inside

More Peace Inside

Cafe Time

Cafe Time

Sit About

Sit About

Stamped ‘Made in China’. The giant toys pay tribute to China as the toy factory of the world.
The artist Sui Jianguo, Jurassic Age, 2006 designed these enormous toys highlighting the economic boom
Dinosaur toys are designed and made in China for the world.

Dinasaurs

Dinasaurs

Super Toys

Super Toys

A cavernous concrete Communist factory of East German Design converted into a gallery with high ceiling and plenty of light and workspace. Red calligraphy on walls reminiscent of political art.

Gallery

Gallery


Chill out. Whisper to a tree.

Whisper to a Tree

Whisper to a Tree

Knock on a Door

Knock on a Door

In a very small Sichuan restaurant, yellow note-paper showing message that I am a vegetarian.

The whole kitchen staff came to take a look with much love before setting to prepare my small feast.

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Loft Living Nude Tanning

Loft Living Nude Tanning

Post Script: Zao Wou-ki passed away on 9th April 2013 at the age of 93 on the day this blog was posted.

JOSEPH ANTON – Book Review

March 19, 2013 Book Review, Writing 6 Comments

JOSEPH ANTON by Salman Rushdie

On Valentine’s Day, 14 February 1989, Ayatollah Khomeini, the Supreme Leader of Iran, issued a fatwa against Salman Rushdie for his Satanic Verses. Rushdie called it his Unfunny Valentine. Twenty-three years later, in 2012, he published Joseph Anton, based on the journals he kept while in hiding.

When the fatwa was declared it did not take the Muslim world long to rise up in in favour of it – Indonesia, Malaysia, Singapore, Thailand, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka, Pakistan, South Africa, Sudan, Kenya, Tanzania, and Venezuela, all joined in. Muslims in India, Britain and America, too, thrust themselves into the wave of hate and violence and joined the frenzy: rioting, burning and demanding Rushdie’s death, not having read the Satanic Verses nor fully knowing what it was about. Several bounties too were placed on his head throughout the years he was in hiding.

Salman Rushdie was born in India. He grew up there before going to the UK to study. His father Anis, “a godless man who knew and thought a great deal about God” taught his son to think for himself. He passed down to him “an unwavering insistence on human reason and intellect against religious faith.”

As a student in Cambridge, Rushdie became interested in the “the rise of Islam”. He was fascinated with the culture and he treated the prophet Muhammad with much respect as a man. It is from the Qur’an he got the title for his book: The Satanic Verses. It confused him as to why he was misunderstood by so many, especially by Muslims. The Satanic Verses of the Qur’an refer to the time when Muhammad, the prophet, came down from the mountain and reported the apparition of Archangel “Gibreel” who had revealed to him three angels. This led the people of Mecca to include the angels in their religion and worship them as goddesses. Later when Muhammad realized their religion was moving to a monotheistic one he changed his story saying it was Satan who had told him about the three angels.

Joseph Anton, the name Rushdie took for himself while in hiding, is related in the third person. The journal spans ten years from the time the fatwa was issued to the time it was lifted, though not completely lifted. It is still in existence and there is still a bounty on his head. On 24 September 1998, Mohammad Khatami from the Iranian government issued a statement that he neither supported the fatwa nor would he stop anyone else carrying it out.

Rushdie writes of the fear of death, pain and loneliness and heartache of being separated from his wife and son, Zafar, and not being able to see his friends and the rest of his family. He lived in hiding and endured the constant threat of death. Much of the book reads like a thriller. His Japanese editor was murdered, his Norwegian publisher shot, his Italian translator stabbed, many died in riots protesting against the Satanic verses, and his effigy and his books were burned.

Freedom-loving people all over the world took up the cause of freedom of thought and freedom of the written word. Names of influential politicians, well-known writers, publishers, and famous film and theatre celebrities are generously interwoven into his story of life in hiding. The majority of them tried to help him and spoke of the need to uphold freedom of speech. The British Government remained on the fence, never officially denouncing the fatwa, but it gave him protection.

It hurt him that some writers he greatly admired were against him. The Guardian attacked him for not withdrawing the novel. Once, in 1990, Rushdie met with Muslim leaders, offering to proclaim his faith in Islam but he would not withdraw the paperback Satanic Verses nor apologize for writing it. The meeting solved nothing and later he was ashamed that he had even offered to meet with them. Rushdie tells us his mother, then living in Pakistan, received support and comfort and was never threatened. Neither were any members of his family or his friends in India and England.

During this time of hiding he also went through personal problems. He had “no one to fulfill his deepest needs.” His first wife Clarissa died of cancer, his second and third marriages broke up, his fourth to a model-actress and TV host fell apart. Reading about the behavior of the wives, I feel he had a capacity to attract some of the worst women.

On 16 June 2007, Rushdie was knighted by the Queen for his great contribution to English literature: Sir Salman Rushdie. Many of the Muslim countries were outraged. Al-Qaeda condemned the Rushdie honour. “An insult to Islam,” they screamed.

Rushdie tells us exactly what he was feeling and doing throughout his long banishment from normal life. But this work does not have the imagination and the wonderful style his writing is famous for, nor does it contain much humour. At times it is as if there is too much name-dropping. He is also quite annoyed with the pressure of the round-the-clock security that he found restricting. I felt this annoyance with his own safety arrangements was unreasonable, and a little lacking in gratitude. I was also not comfortable reading this book in the third person. The author, Salman Rushdie, whom I greatly admire, and for whose life I feared while reading the book, loomed up before me ever present, and I found it disconcerting and confusing each time he referred to himself with the third person “He”.

This 636-page hardcover volume of purple, with its suede-like cover, is pleasure to feel and to hold. The pages are well laid out and a good font size makes it a comfortable read.

The photo below is of an interesting incident. I was reading Joseph Anton in our garden and put the book down to go inside to get a drink of water. When I returned, I found that Spooks, our cat, had brought me a present and laid it beside my book.

Joseph with a sympathetic friend

Jo with a sympathetic friend

More Rushdie Novels

Grimus (1975)
Midnight’s Children (1981)
Shame (1983)
The Satanic Verses (1988)
The Moor’s Last Sigh (1995)
The Ground Beneath Her Feet (1999)
Fury (2001)
Shalimar the Clown (2005)
The Enchantress of Florence (2008)

Leela Panikar ©

Dolls in the Wood

February 25, 2013 Writing No Comments

Dolls in the wood

I have always been fascinated about the energy around us. Where do our spoken words go after we have spoken? Where do our thoughts go after we have thought? I feel words and thoughts are all around us, moving in circles in the universe, a galaxy of energy fusing and melding. Too often we have found something we had said, written or thought or a version of it had happened somewhere else or it happens in the future.

The extract below is from a short story titled ‘Green’ from my collection “Floating Petals” I wrote sometime ago and also a link to an article I read this week that gave me a weird feeling of dejavu.

From “Green” – (not a horror story)

Lost in the Woods

Lost in the Woods

“He is about to sit on the crumbling trunk when he feels a slithering and a crack underfoot. A rotten odour reaches up. He squats to take a look. Horrors unfold. Frozen with fear at this nightmare he crawls on hands and knees examining what lies there. He sees fragile human parts, baby parts. Nauseated, he looks around, sees more: hands, arms, legs, torsos, all “mildewy” green. He sees tufts of black hair, no decapitated heads. He remains still, too weak to move or notice the crawling maggots that are not there. His throat coagulates in the fecund air. He is horrified by the grim scene at his feet.

Groping at a mass of creepers he pulls himself up. He jumps as two trunks squeak in love, rub against each other. As he rushes out he hits a branch, dislodges something that falls at his feet. He looks down and sees a head, the head of a child, green eyes unblinking. Fear throttles him.

Later when he goes home his grandmother tells him that a pair of vultures that escaped from a zoo have taken up residence there and have a penchant for dolls and they steal them from the village children.

And below is part of an article I read:

“Mexico’s Isla de las Muñecas (Island of the Dolls) is one of the most unnerving locales on Earth, a place where you are greeted by dirty, damaged baby dolls wherever you look. The popular story of the island says that a young girl drowned off its coast roughly 50 years ago. The island’s sole permanent inhabitant was hermit Don Julián Santana Barrera, who, shortly after the girl’s death began finding dolls in the canal. He feared that these were a sign from an evil spirit, but believed that hanging the dolls on trees would direct him from evil spirits and the girl’s ghost. Soon he began actively searching for dolls in the canals and the trash near the island and trading for dolls. He hanged them on trees and wires stretched between trees and kept some of the dolls in his own cabin.”
Take a video tour of the island –

http://io9.com/5984912/take-a-tour-through-mexicos-island-of-creepy-mutilated-dolls

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