On The Young Poet and AI 1 Once I asked the poet Devadevan a question. We were sitting on a shelf of bare rock in Samanar Malai, Kilakuyilkudi, near Madurai; the still, meditative rock-cut of Mahavira on the face above us appeared to breathe. The sky was blue and clear, and the solid rock gleamed … Read more
Written as an exercise in clarity ahead of a literary festival celebrating modern Tamil literature and translation in New York City, circa 2026. 1 ‘Ma’am, are you aware we are in the middle of an International Situation?’ he asked. He was wearing a pin-striped shirt: thin, dark-blue stripes on an earth-blue body. Oval, black-rimmed glasses, … Read more
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