One fine autumn day in
mid-1990s, writers Alamgir Hashmi and Vaclav Havel lectured at the Stanford
campus, while Joan Baez tuned up the same language for instruments of music.
Here on that day, now as
it seems long ago, were three unique voices of our times that captured a special
moment for all of us. Well-known as they all are, in the public shared space,
the first of these twentieth-century makers could as well be called a hermit.
This page, torn out of the great book of oblivious time, therefore, is devoted
to the work of Alamgir Hashmi—how it continues to resonate with our awareness of
world letters, indeed our learning and joy.