Arun Kolatkar, 1932-2004 [India] Pune, September 26: I leave behind this cancer-ridden body like a discarded piece of clothing, and set off to fill the universe with the last of my tear’s compassion.
'For him, all that mattered was his work. He’d spend hours researching. He wanted to be accurate and true to life. Privacy preserved that space for him.
'And since he was also wary of things ostentatious, he avoided big publishing houses, invariably choosing the little magazines over them.'
Bon appetit
The Butterfly
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