Showing posts with label V.S. Naipaul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label V.S. Naipaul. Show all posts

Thursday, May 7, 2020

Strange Sightings in Argentina




Every morning
on the pampa highways
there were

dead

brown

owls

.
.
.

-- V. S. Naipaul, “Argentina and the Ghost of Eva Perón” (1991), 
  in  The Writer and the World (2002), p. 386

Saturday, May 2, 2020

Mauritian Monostichs


Bad Infinity

sugar cane  and    sugar cane,    
ending in the sea .  .  .

-- V. S. Naipaul,  The Writer and the World (2002), p. 108


Bad Light

A rainy Sunday afternoon,
overcast  yet full of glare,
and sticky  between the showers

-- V. S. Naipaul,  The Writer and the World (2002), p. 114