গুগল সার্চ করলে সাপ, ব্যাং পাওয়া যাবে । চেষ্টা করে দেখুন, ইংরেজি ও বাংলায় ।

Weekly Manifesto Of The Hungry Generation Editor: Debi Roy Leader: Shakti Chattopadhyay Creator: Malay Roychoudhury Poetry is no more a civilizing manoeuvre, a replanting of the bamboozled gardens. It is a holocaust, a violent and somnambulistic jazzing of the hymning five, a sowing of the tempestual hunger. Poetry is an activity of the narcissistic spirit. Naturally we have discarded the blankety-blank school of modern poetry, the darling of the press, where poetry does not resurrect itself in an orgasmic flow, but words come up bubbling in an artificial muddle. In the prosed-rhyme of those born-old half-literates, you must fail to find that scream of desperation of a thing wanting to be man, the man wanting to be spirit. Poetry of the younger generation too has died in the dressing room, as most of the younger prosed-rhyme writers, afraid of the satanism, the vomitous horror, the self-elected crucifixion of the artist that makes a man a poet, fled away to hide in the hairs. Poetry from Achintya to Ananda and from Alokeranjan to Indraneel has been cryptic, short-hand, cautiously glamourous, flattered by own sensitivity like a public school prodigy. Saturated with self-consciousness, poems have begun to appear from the tomb of logic or the bier of unsexed rhetoric.