Malinda Words

Words didn’t fall from the sky. They were coined. They contain histories. They are the landmark products of thought processes, the rest-signs of journeys. They move on, long after we die. They were something else centuries ago and they will be something else centuries from now as human being twist, turn, defined and redefine as appropriate to moment, place, culture and prerogative(s) at hand.

Showing posts with label Lakdasa Wikkramasinha. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lakdasa Wikkramasinha. Show all posts
21 August 2026

A poet's obligation

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  ‘Poet’s obligation’ is the title of one of Pablo Neruda’s poems. Obligations are not laws; they speak more of ‘reethi’ or norms than ‘ne...
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13 August 2026

Looking for and missing Lakdasa Wikkramasinha

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    Some years ago I chanced upon the grave of Lakdasa Wikkramasinha, the English language poet whose iconic credentials draw from who was ...
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06 October 2025

Of literature and ‘frotezts’

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  Lakdasa Wikkramasinha saw people with words as rebels or rather advocated a rebellious role for them. He wrote: The poet is the bomb in th...
04 October 2023

Obligation as a bomb and an ocean

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['The Morning Inspection' is the title of a column I wrote for the Daily News from 2009 to 2011, one article a day, Monday through...
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