Beginning almost eighty years after Poe’s death, the “toaster” would visit the poet’s tomb annually on the nineteenth of January (Poe’s birthday), leaving behind three roses and an unfinished bottle of cognac.
When we departed for a ludicrously expensive multi-generational, guided, two-week tour to Greece, I imagined gaping at the architecturally perfect Parthenon, feeling spiritually-centered in Delphi, home of the Oracle, center of the Earth.
During my time in Andalusia it was music that came to symbolize the rich beauty and depth that is to be found in the blending of cultures. I didn't expect to start exploring a new genre of music—it simply happened.
Wonderfully clever as those stories were, they have, I fear, led many to regard Simla as a town populated by 'Mrs. Hawkbees,' by frivolous grass widows, idle hill captains and the genus known as bow-wows.'
The journey from the valley to the hills is complex, multi-layered. Amitabha Dev Choudhury* details the dreamy contours of a journey across Silchar- Shillong road in his novella Uponashyer Khonje (In Search of a Novel).
A cool night in San Cristobal de las Casas. A walk in search of a place to eat. Looking ahead, I saw lights, then the activity on the zocalo.
As soon as we enter the Medina, I lose my bearings...As I step in, the change in atmosphere is palpable: the sedate cool of the first room is a jarring shift from the heat and stench of the streets.
It’s 1945...The travelling commentator gives local chiefs a tour of the equipment, showing off this latest British technology, and explains the aims of the film show.
The emphasis on “repatriation,” of an Australian Aboriginal bark art or the Indian Koh-i-Noor diamond, is contemporaneous with the liberal mass migration of our globalised, connected world.
Wilde’s tomb was covered in red lipstick kisses and a young goth man sat at its base reading a book of poetry.