Jeet Bhattacharya

Deeply penetrative writing, one among many forlorn. Whose writings shall I beget: now that the after has begun.  Recapitulation minute pointed through seconds. Nerves as usual. Slurred political from the street, gas chamber melancholy. High drainage system, no vomit, no qualms. Otherized solemnity, water for me. My ecrit about to be blank, before tense to … Read more

Illusive time is encapsulated in space. Space as an integrated three dimension has its own know-how. Three dimensional space is the objective limit. Time occurs through it. Time of future arrives as the fourth limit dimension, coalesced with the three dimensions of length, breadth and depth. The fourth limit dimension, as it is enabled through … Read more

Guile self exponents its own sham. Under the disinterested locus, solitariness is all that one sought for. It is the liminal being, which is the master of its own movementlessness, gets over the randomness of other truth seekers emblematic points of utterance. It is through this morbid solitariness that one maps the other syndrome. Other … Read more

Happiness memorizes ‘itself’ through certain areas from ones past belongings. It is tied to the memory of that particular place, yet happiness itself, to its core, is a wholesome category. It is an ideational object, people sought for. It is an object of random search. As it is a category of holistic pattern, its sensibilities … Read more

Glaring images, assessing itself through condensed sound, conglomerate with the passable pictorials, slashes the psyche. Solidified sound lands with image, in contradiction with upper hand pictorials. Imminent pictorials, immanent, gets starved and thingified with contra-pictures, images. Journey, not yet begun, but half done. Roundabout ways, solipsism towards the road. Road must never end. Annals of … Read more

Excess tributes its own delicacy. Excess of figural congealed assets of a Junk ridden road, yet the road is stopped and forgotten by others. They are at mercy, in our slurry mock-heroic hands. It is in necessity of absconding self that others are proven slurry. In this state of stationed being, truthfulness considers other not … Read more

Ring the bells, for they rang before anyone could judge. The Pompeii concert of Pink Floyd, setting the limit of musical genius, the Con troopers, of time, beforehand. The first part starts with gasping sound of water drops, in willowed nature, reminding us of vacation time. Penetrating bifurcating sound of water drops is felt as … Read more

One is under the immensity of psychotropic substances. There is a glare in the horizon, and acupuncture like precision in heart. There is no toil enough to surpass the boredom of this elastic state of being. One can see himself bend forward and push back to the same body, in recluse. Every minute movement is … Read more

Beside the street, narrow lane. It was made visible to me, only in dark.  For some of us, it was a real silent corner, good for bypassing the humdrum of the city. Time passed well with pot and chasing the hole, with rabbit and other dreamy petrifactions. Time was bifurcated; it took the shape of … Read more

In Horkheimer and Adorno’s Dialectic of Enlightenment (1944), Myth and Enlightenment are shown to be enmeshed with one another. Mythical stories are transformed, from the perspective of Enlightenment, into Allegory, Allegory as the “original history of human subjectivity”. It is the journey of historical subject, from the world of myth towards man’s self-conscious identity. Odyssey … Read more