1. walking on water your steps of silence leave no trace 2. waking, dreaming neither is real both waking dreams 3. falling leaf where did it go? its still on the tree 4. space between us not more not less the world ...more

Artwork: Jim Morphesis Poetry and Narration: Debashish Banerji Music Soundtrack: Art Ensemble of Chicago - Malachi ...more

Artwork: Jyoti Naoki Eri Poetry: Debashish Banerji Music Soundtrack: Art Ensemble of Chicago with Cecil Taylor - Round Midnight ...more

Are you composed or decomposed In the undecidable of the in-between Pulling towards and pulling against clicking into an archetype But resisting that structuralist move with a dive into the plural symbol of the preindividual As the ground of your interpretation as praxis Playful as a Klee or a kite In pop-op graphic art style. … Continue reading Amrita’s Ganesha ...more

Gautam Ghosh Violet I. a color field of violet and on its fringes two worlds, a copy in becoming and a virtual ideal. The ideal first – two registers: one showing four index birds turned towards the color field like hieroglyphs of horus though they could equally be a pack of parrots and as with … Continue reading Gautam Ghosh / violet ...more

by an art of abstract realism is meant that the principle of abstraction is not a medium for representation, natural or technical. ...more

A poem written and recited by Debashish Banerji on the artist Bibekananda Santra's Migration series of paintings. Music excerpted from a live concert by the Art Ensemble of Chicago. ...more

There is a wind within a wind, a wheel that sleeps in a wheel that sleeps in it.
My love is like a green field and I am like a green field laid for her.
Flight of white birds, river of light, silence
Carry the messages of our existence to That
Who is all around. ...more

Even yesterday your eyes gripped the road
Dirty liquid of a diverse passion that was transmuted in your blood
But today the roads are gone
They are there but they have flown
Time has left you. ...more

The reluctances of earth tighten and painful longing backward pressed
Breaks to the acts of hint and secret gesture:
The air thickens with ambiguity. ...more