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- Author: Rabindranath Tagore
- Publisher: Book Jungle
- Year: 2009
- Pages: 204
- ISBN-10: 1438526024
- ISBN-13: 9781438526027
- Format: 19.1 x 23.5 x 1.1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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Rabindranath Tagore was a Bengali polymath who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913. He was a poet, visual artist, playwright, novelist, educationist, social reformer, nationalist, business-manager and composer. These memory paintings show the author's maturity in language and in his soul. Tagore writes about important matters with a lightness that belies their importance. "I know not who paints the pictures on memory's canvas; but whoever he may be, what he is painting are pictures; by which I mean that he is not there with his brush simply to make a faithful copy of all that is happening. He takes in and leaves out according to his taste. He makes many a big thing small and small thing big. He has no compunction in putting into the background that which was to the fore, or bringing to the front that which was behind. In short he is painting pictures, and not writing history." This is more than an autobiography; it is a look into a man's soul.
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- Author: Rabindranath Tagore
- Publisher: Book Jungle
- Year: 2009
- Pages: 204
- ISBN-10: 1438526024
- ISBN-13: 9781438526027
- Format: 19.1 x 23.5 x 1.1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
Rabindranath Tagore was a Bengali polymath who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913. He was a poet, visual artist, playwright, novelist, educationist, social reformer, nationalist, business-manager and composer. These memory paintings show the author's maturity in language and in his soul. Tagore writes about important matters with a lightness that belies their importance. "I know not who paints the pictures on memory's canvas; but whoever he may be, what he is painting are pictures; by which I mean that he is not there with his brush simply to make a faithful copy of all that is happening. He takes in and leaves out according to his taste. He makes many a big thing small and small thing big. He has no compunction in putting into the background that which was to the fore, or bringing to the front that which was behind. In short he is painting pictures, and not writing history." This is more than an autobiography; it is a look into a man's soul.
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