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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

The Old King in His Exile

The Old King in His Exile - Arno Geiger, Stefan Tobler https://msarki.tumblr.com/post/154458464683/the-old-king-in-his-exile-by-arno-geiger-stefan

Written in a relaxed and informal manner, Arno Geiger manages to soberly show the ravages on family and loved ones due to dementia and Alzheimer’s disease. Though stricken by such a terrible long and drawn-out death sentence, his father August, being extremely intelligent and clever, offers several moments of joy, clarity, and fascination with what remains of his shrinking world and love for language. But no longer able to care for their sick father, and finding few caregivers who can actually handle him, they resort to placing him in an “old folks” home. The siblings then proceed to clear out years of clutter from the family home, a house built by hand by their father August. Surprisingly, it took two dumpsters to achieve their final goal as August never threw anything away in case one day he might need them. And the many rooms their father occupied throughout his life were now reduced to two he might visit on Sundays and special occasions. In this fine memoir Arno Geiger composes an interesting story about a terrible disease and Geiger’s failure in lessening degrees in getting to know his father as intimately as he determines to. Time will eventually take his father completely from him, but not before a gallant attempt at possibility; to pick up where they left off so many years ago and recapture a deeper meaning to their relationship. Written while his father was still alive, this book is a testament to love and what can still be recovered in its remains.