The writer's table is vacant. The Poet's papers fly amok. The Painter's brush is stuck in hardened paint.. Pictures have been pulled down and burnt with the fire of intolerance. Theatres have been vandalised and stages are silent, empty. The jobless critic looks for a prey, hence, there are fewer flies and mosquitoes
The point has been proved You do we say, we say you do for our feet are sticky with squishy remains of pens and easels and words... No songs will be written, no tales told We live with fire, in fire, by fire What else can we do but burn? We equate Force with Peace, so, Don't ask - where are the Artists?
The Artists are dead.
In light of recent occurrences across the world pointing towards rising intolerance with art and artists. #CharlieHebdo #PerumalMurugan #PK