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M Sarki

Besides being a poet with four collections published, M Sarki is a painter, film maker, and photographer. He likes fine coffee and long walks. 

M Sarki has written, directed, and produced six short films titled Gnoman's Bois de Rose, Biscuits and Striola , The Tools of Migrant Hunters, My Father's Kitchen, GL, and Cropped Out 2010. More details to follow. Also the author of the feature film screenplay, Alphonso Bow.

Currently reading

L'Appart: The Delights and Disasters of Making My Paris Home
David Lebovitz
We Learn Nothing: Essays
Tim Kreider
Elmet: LONGLISTED FOR THE MAN BOOKER PRIZE 2017
Fiona Mozley
Limbo, and Other Places I Have Lived: Short Stories
Lily Tuck
The Double Life of Liliane
Lily Tuck
At Home with the Armadillo
Gary P. Nunn
American Witness: The Art and Life of Robert Frank
RJ Smith
Autumn
Karl Ove Knausgård, Ingvild Burkey, Vanessa Baird
Inside Out: A Personal History of Pink Floyd (Reading Edition)
Nick Mason
American Witness: The Art and Life of Robert Frank
J.R. Smith

Conversations in Another Room

Conversations in Another Room - Gabriel Josipovici http://msarki.tumblr.com/post/78032733427/conversations-in-another-room-by-gabriel-josipovici

"A strong-willed creator lends himself far less to collective influence than a merely talented artist, whose work may easily be made the material for a mass creation that genius opposes."___ [a:Otto Rank|228940|Otto Rank|https://d202m5krfqbpi5.cloudfront.net/authors/1355099399p2/228940.jpg] from [b:Art and Artist: Creative Urge and Personality Development|704004|Art and Artist Creative Urge and Personality Development|Otto Rank|https://d202m5krfqbpi5.cloudfront.net/books/1348394457s/704004.jpg|690293]

This book basically snuck up on me. I merely went along reading the text what was perhaps too easily discounted by me as old woman's gossip and innuendo but became instead a serious treatise on dementia and truth, and if they ever can be satisfied. A thread of hope remained at the two-thirds mark for a resolution of this story, but madness prevailed, as did the dark. And the curtain remained between the closed window and reader as veil and welcome respite from the incessant noise we sometimes confuse as chatter.

Say what you will about Josipovici and you probably will be wrong. For Gabriel is foremost a writer who speaks with many voices though none of them prevail. His is a talent heretofore unseen and one that can never be reconciled to the person we have seen thinking, and even speaking, in our midst. Better to let him go on writing and just leave the man he is alone.