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Nissim Ezekiel (December 24 1924 - January 9, 2004 ) was a poet, playwright and art critic. He was considered the foremost Indian writer in English English-language> of his time.
Contents 1 Early life > 2 Career > 3 Books by Nissim Ezekiel > 4 Some of his well-known poems >
Early life
Ezekiel was born in Bombay (now Mumbai Mumbai). Ezekiel’s father was a botany professor and his mother, principal of her own school. He belonged to Mumbai's small 'Bene Israel' Jewish community. In 1947, Ezekiel did his Masters in literature from Wilson College, University of Mumbai. In 1947-48, he taught English literature at Khalsa College, Mumbai and published literary articles. After dabbling in radical politics for a while, he sailed to London in November 1948. He studied philosophy at Birkbeck College. After a three and half years stay, Ezekiel worked his way home as a deck-scrubber aboard a cargo ship carrying arms to Indochina. He married Daisy Jacob in 1952. In the same year, Fortune press (London) published his first collection of poetry, A Time to Change. He joined The Illustrated Weekly of India as an assistant editor in 1953 and stayed there for two years. Soon after his return from London, he published his second book of verse Sixty Poems. For the next 10 years, he also worked as a broadcaster on arts and literature for All India Radio. Career He published his book The Unfinished Man in 1960. After working as an advertising copywriter and general manager of a picture frame company (1954-59), he co-founded the literary monthly Imprint, in 1961. He became art critic of The Times of India The-Times-of-India> (1964-66) and edited Poetry India (1966-67). From 1961 to 1972, he headed the English department of Mithibai College, Mumbai. The Exact Name, his fifth book of poetry was puublished in 1965. During this period he had short tenures as visiting professor at University of Leeds (1964) and University of Chicago (1967). In 1967 while in America, he experimented with hallucenogenic drugs, probably as a means to expand his writing skills. He finally stopped using them in 1972. In 1969, Writers Workshop, Calcutta published his The Three Plays. A year later, he presented an art series of ten programs for Mumbai television. On the invitation of the US government, he went on a month long tour to the US in November, 1974. In 1976, he translated poetry ...
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...Sight may strike you blind in unexpected places. The traffic light turns orange on 57th and Dorchester, and you stumble, you fall into a vision of forest fires, enter a frothing Himalayan river, rapid, silent. On the 14th floor, Lake Michigan crawls and crawls in the window. Your thumbnail cracks a lobster louse on the windowpane from your daughter's hair and you drown, eyes open, towards the Indies, the antipodes. And you, always so perfectly sane. iii Now you know what you always knew: the country cannot be reached by jet. Nor by boat on jungle river, hashish behind the Monkey-temple, nor moonshot to the cratered Sea of Tranquillity, slim circus girls on a tightrope between tree and tree with white parasols, or the one and only blue guitar. Nor by any other means of transport, migrating with a clean valid passport, no, not even by transmigrating without any passport at all, but only by answering ordinary black telephones, questions walls and small children ask, and answering all calls of nature. iv Watch your step, watch it, I say, especially at the first high threshold, and the sudden low one near the end of the flight of stairs, and watch for the last step that's never there.
When Kaplan enters the United States at the Nogales port of entry, what he calls the “Rusty Iron Curtain,” he speaks of a transformation in socioeconomic structure, which he basically summarizes by comparing to hotels. A Mexican one, only two years old where the doors don’t close properly and the walls are cracking, and an American one, which after more than a quarter century is still in “excellent condition, from the fresh paint to the latest-model fixtures.
The drive to cross the Kentucky border had taken hours and hours of strenuous patience to finally arrive in another state. The view was by far country like as hints of cow manure could be smelled far from a distance. We drive through small towns, half the size of our hometown of Glen Ellyn had been the biggest town we've seen if not smaller. The scenery had overwhelmed us, as lumps of Earth from a great distance turned to perfectly molded hills, but as we got closer and closer to our destination the hills no longer were hills anymore, instead the hills had transformed to massive mountains of various sizes. These mountains surrounded our every view as if we had sunken into a great big deep hole of green pastures. Our path of direction was seen, as the trails of our road that had followed for numerous hours ended up winding up the mountainous mountains in a corkscrew dizzy-like matter.
The majority of the information in this novel has to do with Solomon’s own experiences. As a slave, Northup was cut off from sources of other news of the nation. The ...
Beryl Markham’s West with the Night is a collection of anecdotes surrounding her early life growing up as a white girl in British imperialist Africa, leading up to and through her flight across the Atlantic Ocean from East to West, which made her the first woman to do so successfully. Throughout this memoir, Markham exhibits an ache for discovery, travel, and challenge. She never stays in one place for very long and cannot bear the boredom of a stagnant lifestyle. One of the most iconic statements that Beryl Markham makes in West with the Night is: I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead.
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People in India call him Mahatma and according to the oxford dictionary it means a revered person regarded with love and respect, two words that Gandhi uses a lot in his writing, in this essay he used the word love eight times. He is recognized as “The Father of the Nation” in India. The essay “My Faith in Nonviolence” was written in 1930 and was directed to the Indian people. Also in 1930 Gandhi started a march to the sea to protest the British rule of India so this letter and many others were important for Gandhi to explain his message to his followers. Gandhi supported his claim
Ezekiel’s whose name means “God will Strengthen” or “God Strengthens” and was the son of Priest Buzi. Not all students and scholars agree that the book is in any degree a single effort of one person, for a considerable number understand it to be a composite from several sources (Harper’s Bible Dictionary). Ezekiel and King Jehoiachin and 10,000 other craftsmen, military, and political leaders were taken captive by the King Nebuchandezzar and taken to Babylonia.
in Jerusalem. This date in not given but we can reason from Ezekiel 1:1-3 that tells us he was 30 years old at the time he was called into ministry and we know his ministry started in 593 B.C., it also tells us that he was the son of Buzi and a priest. He was taken captive with King Jehoiachin and the ten thousand and relocated in exile to the plains of Babylon in 597 B.C. It was in the 5th year of exile while living near the river of Chebar that he was called into ministry. Ezekiel was married and his wife died during the fall of Jerusalem (Ezekiel 24:18). (Tyndale Press, 1969) Ezekiel is known as a priest that was also a prophet and that he received visions and oracles from God to share with exiles. His prophesies are divided into three main events the fall/ judgement of Jerusalem, judgement of the nations and the restoration of Israel. “A majority of Ezekiel’s message communicates judgements for sins committed.” (Swindoll, 2015) He was a contemporary of Jeremiah and it is thought they may have known of each other due to many similarities in their views. (Ezekiel, 2006) Ezekiel’s legacy is probably best summarized in his passion to which he devoted teaching God’s messages. He was almost theatrical in wording and presenting the messages. It is said, “No prophet was as creative as Ezekiel, in the strategies employed to communicate his message” (Holman Illustrated, 2003) Although, Ezekiel is a Biblical author but his book by the
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The novel is filled with great dreams, sweeping visions and grand hopes. The general tone of the era and the American Dream are represented in the exploration of the Arctic. The North Pole represents the seemingly unattainable, and the search for it the great striving for dreams. The hardship and great difficulty of arctic exploration exemplify the romantic ideal of infinite striving. Even the accomplished Houdini is impressed with the grand scale of Father’s trip. This magnificent undertaking serves as preparation for the hopes and dreams expressed throughout the novel. The American Dream of prosperity is demonstrated throughout in the deification of industrialists and the fact that "there were no Negroes. There were no immigrants" (4). While Father’s ship is departing for the arctic, he sees not immigrants coming into New York Harbor, but "...
Bobby Reagan, a burly, retired construction worker, sat at the back of the bus with his wife. The other people on the tour had long since tired of his incessant flatulence, and loud stories about “loading a bobcat onto a beavertail”, and as a result, had moved to the front of the bus, leaving Bobby alone with his wife, Ethel. For the first time since leaving Wisconsin, Bobby sat in silence. He was bored of the landscape, and longed for a hot dog. He didn’t even want to come to Mexico, but Ethel had begged for a vacation, and Mexico was the best deal he could find. Now, as he gazed out at the vast expanse of nothingness, he could see why.
Iqbal was born on Nov.9.1877 in Sialkot Punjab, British India. He died at age 60 on April 21 1938 in Lahore Punjab, British India. His father sheikh Nur Muhammad and his wife imam bibi were devoted Muslims and made sure that there 5 children follow their path to Islam (iqbalians). Muhammad Iqbal strong faith in Islam came from his childhood, and his strong faith really affected his style of poetry. His government recognized Allama Muhammad Iqbal as a “classical poet”. In 1889 he received his masters degree from the government college. (Aslan, 626). According to the book Tablet And Pen by Reza Aslan “7,000 verses out of 12,000 were written in Persian” (626) His first collection of poetry published in Persian is called Asrar-e-Khudi (meaning secrets of the self) and Rumuz- e- Bekhudi (hints of selflessness) (poem hunter). The significant events that affected his writings were the political events going on in his time. Muhammad was also involved in a Muslim League; he opposed the Indian involvement in World War 1. Iqbal wasn’t only known for his poetry but also known for his strong opinion towards politics.
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