Poetic Obituaries: Getting to the bone was an obsession

[for Kersy Katrak]. "The bone prevails I have found this./The flesh exists upon it, breeds/Proliferates, turns to itself for love:/Creates its bright arterial jungle and undergrowth of nerve/ Pap, genital and thigh/suffers its own agony and dies./Somewhere beneath/Interior and unlit, the bone remains/ Inexorably white." ("Malabar Hill"). The bone stood for the core and meaning of life for him.

from The Hindu: Poet of the soul

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