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Poems by Rob Harle

Rob Harle

Metro Life

Searching through the Mumbai metro
undercover, incognito
never sleeping, never still
imagery, symbols and simile abound
like Heaney's lines stirring our emotions.

Sweet words to lift the spirit high,
hard rocks and gentle rivers flow
across the landscape of his page,
recounting daily lives of toil
metro characters both rich and poor
are there for all to see and share.

No Thoroughfare!

How much we’ve lost in progress,
the sign saddens me
remembering earlier times
free in spirit
free to roam,
wandering shorelines
casting fishing lines.

The liminal transition zone
a place of mystery and magic,
free to prise oysters from the rocks
as clean water flowed over bare feet
marvelling at the creatures of the tidal zone.

No Thoroughfare!

Gaol-like fences keep out the peasants
keep out trespassers
or are they to keep the greedy inmates, in?

The public waters lap at the fence
eroding the cheap steel
just like the erosion of our rights,
the rights of The Everyman.

Notorious

Hove To “Notorious”!
had I slipped through a time warp?
I felt uneasy, anxious;
the black Caravel lay at anchor
circa sixteenth century
gently circling the tide.

This was Iluka Bay
circa twenty first century;
I stood wide-eyed
as if a lost ghost had materialised,
past lives flashed before me.

Ten years in the crafting,
built from recycled timber
by a man and his wife,
gallons of tar to seal her hull
gallons of rum to whet their souls;
sailed from Melbourne
across an oily ancient sea
resting at peace in Iluka Bay.

Another ration of rum I order
fixated on a Black Pearl,
I’m marooned at Sedgers Reef pub,
“Notorious” taunts me;
my mind spinning with questions
my heart revealing secrets,
I’d sailed these ships before
many centuries ago!

The Pram

he pushes a pram slowly,
deliberately, thoughtfully
along the river’s edge path.

salt air, divine nectar kisses his face.

deftly he plucks up rubbish
plastic bottles
plastic bags
plastic “stuff”,
stuffing them in the pram,
a desperate effort to turn the tide
to clean the filth of human thoughtlessness.

Pirate Philosophy: For a Digital Posthumanities by Gary Hall

Book Review
Pirate Philosophy: For a Digital Posthumanities
Author: Gary Hall
2016. MIT Press, Cambridge, Massachusetts, London, England
pp: 248 hdbk. $ 42 USD
ISBN:  9780262034401

About Gary Hall
Gary Hall is Research Professor of Media and Performing Arts and Director of the Centre for Disruptive Media at Coventry University. He is the author of Culture in Bits and Digitize This Book!
Reviewed by Rob Harle
Rob Harle
This is a very important and challenging book. It is one of the best discussions I have read on the current transition from the “old world” to the new, or perhaps better stated, from human to posthuman. When I say old world I mean precisely the cultural, social and technological world which existed prior to approximately the 1950s.

Throughout Pirate Philosophy Hall creates an almost palpable feeling of having one foot in a secure, knowable and manageable world (however illusory that may have been) and the other foot in an unknown (perhaps unknowable), flowing, uncertain future where the individual is no longer an idiosyncratic creature (warts and all) but a miniscule trace of data in a global, multi-national conglomerate. Society of mind; crowd sourcing; swarm intelligence; crowd funding, death of the open-web; and herd instinct are some terms which agitate my mind.

The main thrust of this book (itself an outmoded old world anachronism) is critical theory; academic research and publishing; ownership of information in the sense of copyright and intellectual property, and the disintegration or abolition of the individual (as an author or creator). Hall is only too well aware of the distinction of an ‘old world book’ and all that goes with it, and the new world WW2, interactive multi-author, Open Source, Open Access phenomena. To his credit his scholarly approach is extremely honest and well balanced which will give this book the recognition it deserves.

The book is very well researched and presents arguments both for and against this unprecedented transition in human affairs, I coined the term technoMetamorphosis many years ago to describe this transition. The printing press and the industrial revolution brought about massive changes to the life of humans, these changes seem to pale into insignificance in overall impact to the imminent posthuman, post- postmodern, post digital world which we are creating, and is in turn creating us.

Pirate Philosophy runs to 248 pages has a Preface, Extensive Notes, a good Index and six chapters as follows:
1 – The Commons and Community: How We Remain Modern
2 – The Humanities There are No Digital Humanities
3 – The Human
4 - The Posthuman: What Are the Digital Posthumanities?
5 – Copyright and Piracy: Pirate Radical Philosophy
6 - The future of The Book: The Unbound Book

I must mention the choice of title seems slightly silly - no it has nothing to do with Jack Sparrow or The Black Pearl. It’s a catchy  title but does not adequately describe what this book is really about. Also I started to become bored and a little irritated in chapter two with the extensive discussion concerning Derrida, Manovich and Stiegler, I mean they are “so last century”. However, Hall discusses their theories clearly, fairly and in an unbiased way. He must be a saint! Then he comes into his own, so to speak, in chapter four and I realised why the previous discussion was necessary. In this chapter he details his activities regarding a true “new world” approach. With a number of associates he has created two publishing ventures, the first Open Humanities Press (OHP) (established 2006) this was setup to counter the view that, “open access journals, and book presses in particular, to be less trustworthy and desirable places to publish”. (p. 85) The second venture was Living Books About Life (launched in 2011), “It is a series of open access books about life ... that provide multiple points of connection, interrogation, and contestation between the humanities and the sciences”. (pp. 87 – 88). These projects initiated by Hall are very exciting, I wish I had more space to discuss them further for me they are indicative of a reasonable approach to the road ahead. That is, Hall et al have come up with a practical approach to encapsulate the theories, which in many cases are, self contradictory and hypocritical.

One example will suffice, Hall discusses the theories and exhortations of Braidotti in her hard copy traditional book, The Posthuman. “Braidotti is clearly opening the door for a radical mutation of many concepts and practices on which theory and the humanities are currently based.” (p. 95) Like Hall I agree with many of her radical proposals but as Hall, somewhat disappointedly (I feel) points out., Braidotti does not “practice what she preaches”. Her book is as “old world” as Brave New World was, has all the same copyright restrictions, hails her as the “single, individual brilliant author”, cannot be modified and so on, the book is old world enough for her to, “...sign her name on a contract giving her the legal right to assert her identity as the “Author of the Work” ... in accordance with the UK Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988,” and to claim this original, fixed, and final version of the text as her isolable intellectual property  - not least via an all-rights-reserved copyright notice.” (p. 97) I find this so called scholarship either extremely naive or existentially inauthentic and plainly disgusting.

This one example points to the inherent difficulties in both postmodern critical theory and developing a truly new, revolutionary humanities. Hall cites the case of Nigel Vincent, British Academy vice president who clearly and in my opinion correctly states, academic books and monographs, “are certainly too important to be “sacrificed on the alter of open access, further stating that “adoption of the untrammelled CC_BY licence,” ... “is not appropriate [for humanities] for monographs and book chapters” at all. (p. 93).

Hall has opened a can of worms with this brilliant book, it is contentious, challenging and will help immensely develop an equitable “new world” publishing paradigm which honours and protects individual effort and creations but also allows sharing and the non multi-national control of academic research and resultant knowledge. I suggest  aspects of the old world and the new are needed to work side by side, if this can be implemented we will have the best of both worlds.

This book is essential reading for all academics and further advances and elaborates on Peter Suber’s excellent book Open Access which I reviewed for Leonardo in August 2012: http://www.leonardo.info/reviews/aug2012/suber-harle.php.

NB: This review of Pirate Philosophy first published in Leonardo Reviews January 2017
http://leonardo.info/reviews/jan2017/hall-harle.php


Sunny Rain-n-Snow: An Olio of Poetry for Pleasure

Reviewed by: Dr. Pramod K. Das

Sunny Rain-n-Snow: An Olio of Poetry for Pleasure
By U Atreya Sarma

Publisher: Partridge India, 2016
ISBN-10: 1482868547
ISBN-13: 978-1482868548

Pages 158
Paperback $ 9.99 | Rs 399 | Flipkart Rs 360
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For a world full of meaning and vivacity
The garland Sunny Rain-n-Snow has the privilege to have sixty three varieties of beautiful flowers to offer a unique experience once you come across such a fragrance those wings of poesy would render.  As William Wordsworth puts it correctly in Preface to Lyrical Ballads, “Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings that takes its origin from emotions recollected in tranquillity”. The strength of this garland lies in its breadth of the experiences which is portrayed in extraordinary simplicity of the use of ordinary language. Beauty lies in simplicity. It can be best proved with such a collection of poetry where the selections of varied human experiences play a pivotal role in framing the structure of the garland impressive and   attractive.
The twelve subheadings of the garland has its different constituents which include ‘Femina,’ ‘Facets of Nature,’ ‘Epiphanies, ‘Americana,’ ‘Musings on Poesy,’ ‘Relationships and Equations,’ ‘Romantic Peeps,’ ‘Reflectively Yours,’ ‘Social Bristles,’ ‘Tongue-in-Cheek,’ ‘Occasional Voices,’ and ‘Metrical Forays.’
In the first poem, the poet highlights the liberation of women from the daily household chores. How small things in life can make a better relationship between husband and wife. For instance in “A Housewife’s lib” see how a homemaker speaks out her simple wishes:
“Once in three months, give me a day off;
And cook and serve me delicious home-made food
With your handsome hands.”(P, 3)
The other poems of this section also emphasize a cry for liberation of women in many ways.
In the section titled ‘Facets of Nature’ the poet celebrates the flora and fauna offered by nature and how humans try to destroy them because of their vested interests. For example, see the small poem titled “Hills”:
“God turned
All hardness
Into hills.

Harder-hearted man
Entered
And began blasting them.” (P, 13)
In another poem titled “Cerulean cornucopia” the poet is amazed with the beauty and grandeur of the creation as he succinctly portrays:
“Wow! The monsoon sky! A colourful cosmic cornucopia!
A tonic from the infinite divine pharmacopeia!
I bow to you in speechless awe, oh, the Divine Creator,
Architect, bowyer, fletcher and engineer rolled into one!” (P, 15)
Here we find “the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings” as he watches from the terrace of his apartment building.
In the section ‘Epiphanies’ the poet captures the satori of human experience. For instance, in the poem “Nocturnal Bliss” the poet describes:
“I, the lone creature on the road, felt
I was an extra-terrestrial on this earth
Or a terrestrial on some other planet;
I was the monarch of all I espied…” (P, 37)
The nest section titled ‘Americana’ captured the varied adventurous experiences of human endeavours in a subtle manner. For instance, in the poem, “My Swan Queen” the poet describes the ship as a swan queen:
“When I saw a wild flower beautiful and gay
I enjoyed its bouncy smile and toss, bob and sway…
I didn’t desire to pluck it or suck its honey any way.” (P, 46)
The next section titled ‘Musings on Poesy’ muses on the world of poetry and how the words do the magic on the pages of poetry. As Dr Sunil Sharma writes in the foreword
“Atreya’s style is lyrical, enchanting! English malleable and sweet! It yields to his expert hands and shapes up into verbal units of sheer delight-aural and visual.”(P, x) For instance, ruminate over the poet’s concept of poetry as in in the poem “Cradle of Poesy”:
“When flight of fancy
And a worthy wreath of words
Cohabit on a bed of aesthetics
The labours of their union
Conceive the baby of poesy…” (P, 55)
Highlighting on the theme of human relations, the section titled ‘Relations and Equations’ emphasizes the varied shades of human bonds.Have a taste of it in the poem “Ah, What a Friendship!”
“Well, friend, you’re then my tree, sun, and candle;
It’s how I’d always love you to so handle.
Giving is your nature, talking is mine.
Isn’t then our friendship mutually fine?!” (P, 61)
The section following titled ‘Romantic Peeps’ talks about the romantic aspects of human life. For instance the poem “Lip-lapping” titillates us with the various function of lip:
“Oh, your lips!
 Lips-full, inviting, tempting!
Your lovely, cosy lips…
What you and I want is not
The candy kiss or the Scotch kiss
But the deep kiss, the soul kiss, the French kiss…”

“Lips full, what a pull!
This labial liaison!
What a connubial celebration!” (P, 70)
The next section titled ‘Reflectively Yours’ highlights the nature and its artefacts and how we humans can learn a lot from the galaxy of resources available. The poem “Tantrums of Nature” showcases the various facets of nature. For instance:
“Wind is erratic –
It’s scalding hot now;
And biting cold then.” (P, 86)

In another poem of this section the poet mentions truth as a casualty. As he writes:  
“Truth is a casualty
Where mind and hearts refuse to meet,
Where artifice and interests
Glibly play their role.” (P, 88)
The section ‘Social Bristles’ has poems dealing with the theme of social problems. The tone seems to have elements of revolt. For example in the poem “Let’s succour our Nepali brethren” the poet advocates tangible help:
“Lip sympathy won’t do, only acts can-little or big.
Is it enough if a poet trots out and trolls a threnody?
No, charity should begin at home.
If I didn’t give my humble, honest mite,
I wouldn’t have a right this poem to write.” (P, 103)
The next section of the collection consists of poems that give us a sense of pleasure as we go through these. For instance, see the representative lines from the poem titled “Facebook escapades”:
“Those scared to squarely face the call of life
Escape into the endless pages of the Facebook.” (P, 114)
In another poem titled “What’s in a name, Ms Rosie?” the poet lists out a few examples of names and gives a different flavour to it. For example:
“Hi, Ms Rose, if I beckon you as Ms Rosie
You may answer, It doesn’t prick; it’s good and cosy.
But, Ms Rose, if I call you out, Come here Ms Sore,
Won’t I on my face end up for sure with a gore?”

“By changing their name some people gain fame;
They don names fake or pen, ev’n of a dame.
We know well of Mark Twain but perhaps none
Of Samuel Langhorne Clemens woebegone.” (P, 115)
The next section of the collection titled ‘Occasional Voices’ captures the essence of different festivals of India such as Holi, Rakhi, Sun-kranti. See what he has to say in the poem “Holi Voice”:
“The lights of colours
Celestial and terrestrial both
Found one another blush
But couldn’t fathom
The reason why.” (P, 120)

And here see the gaiety of the “Sun-Kranti” scenes:
“What a thrilling scene everywhere to sight
That makes our hearts aright and light!
To make them happy let’s try day and night.” (P, 124)
The last section of the collection titled ‘Metrical forays’ highlights different types of verses we come across in our adventures into the reading of poetry. For instance let us take a look at a couple of the nine “Limericks” –
“Every trick up his sleeve – tried Patrick
To somehow compose a limerick;
But it never did a click.
So he became damn sick,
And turned an early geriatric.”

“In college there’s a guy so sinister,
Any new girl, he boasted, “I’d pester.”
He then pawed a slim girl
Who jabbed him with a twirl
And a kick- until he called her ‘Sister!’” (P, 131)
Overall one will really have a trip to enjoy the collection once he/she holds the book and turns it page by page. It is hoped that the book will give a different joy of reading as poetry like music acts as a therapy to forget our day-to-day sorrows in order to embrace a world full of meaning and vivacity. As Dr Sunil Sharma succinctly writes in the foreword of the book: “A masterpiece is born! Spring arrives. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the poet of substance- U Atreya Sarma! Like vernal showers the effect will continue long on you...” (P, xii)
References:
Sarma, U Atreya. Sunny Rain-n-Snow: An Olio of Poetry for Pleasure: Partridge India. 2016. Print. http://www.bartleby.com/39/36.html
Dr. Pramod Kumar Das is currently working as an Assistant Professor in the School of Business Studies and Social Sciences, Christ University, BGR Campus, Bangalore. He has a doctoral degree in English Literature from the English and Foreign Languages University, Hyderabad, India on the study of Anita Desai’s fiction.

Arjun Dangle in Conversation with Jaydeep Sarangi and Angana Dutta

Arjun Dangle (b.1945) is a significant name in the literary activism, social and cultural movement, and politics of Maharashtra. Dangle is one of the founder members of the militant Dalit youth organization, the Dalit Panthers (1972-). He  was the president of the State Unit of the Bharatiya Republican Party of India. Now he is a leader of the Republican Jana Shakti. Actively engaged in socio-cultural  movements, Dangle writes poems, essays, and short stories which have been translated into several Indian and foreign languages. His book, Poisoned Bread (1992) is a pioneering anthology in the field of dalit studies in India.
Jaydeep Sarangi: A senior faculty, Dept of English, Jogesh Chnadra Chaudhuri College(Calcutta University),Kolkata:33,WB. E mail: jaydeepsarangi@gmail.com
 Angana Dutta: Head, Dept of Sociology ,Jogesh Chnadra Chaudhuri College(Calcutta Univ.),30,P. A. Shah Road,Kolkata:33,WB. E mail: angana.dutta.09@gmail.com

Question1: What has motivated you to join the movement? Has there been any personal experience of discrimination on you?

Answer: My father lived in Mumbai. He earned his living as a labourer. Since I grew up in Matunga Labour Camp, I did not face those hardships or humiliation which are faced by Dalits in our natives of interior  or rural India. In those two movements were very predominant in Matunga Labour Camp. My mother’s maternal uncle, Com. Shankar Narayan, was a communist activist. That brought me very close to Communist Movement in my childhood itself. Those were my ....... days and I was influenced by communist movement at the same time to Ambedkar’s movement.

Question 2: When and how did you get introduced to the Dalit movement?

Answer: Around 1964, I was just 19 when I had my first active experience in Ambedkarian Movement. Dr. Babasaheb Ambedkar, before his maha parinirvan, had conceived the idea of forming a Republican Party of India, eventually it was founded by .... then followers in 1957. However, very soon, RPI got splintered into groups. Unification of those splintered groups was always a sentimental and emotional issues for Dalits and in particular Dalit Youth. There was with those Dalit youth instrumental to form “Republican Aikya Kranti  Dal” whose only objective was of unification of RPI groups. In 1967-68, atrocities on Dalits were increasing manifold. Dr. M. N. Wankhede, Babarao Bagul & M. S. Chitnis were blossoming as Dalit authors influencing the Dalit youth intellectually. They were actually leading frontal attack against the atrocities against Dalits. Two of my favourites and great authors, Annabhen Sathe and Baburao Bagul, also stayed in Matunga labour Camp. I was totally influenced by their writing so much so that I too started writing poems. Black Panther movement under Bobby Peale was taking shape in United States of America. Taking a clue from them, we, Dalit youth, too thought of doing something actively rather than only indulging in writing. Namdeo Dhasal, J. V. Pawar, Prahlad Chendavankar and myself came to a conclusion of having a similar movement like ‘Black Panther’. It later went on to create history in Dalit movement. It was first of its kind because there was no precedence of authors coming together for forming such a kind of historical movement.

Question 3: Are there specific activists in the movement or outside, who have inspired you to join the movement?

Answer: Thus I grew up with Dalit movement. We participated in the Samyukta Maharashtra Movement, during 1956-60, under Communist and Republican Leaders like S.A. Dange, Dadasaheb Gaikwad, S. M. Joshi, Acharya Atre, etc. Their oration had great impact on our minds those days.

Question 4: What is the role of Dalit literary activism in the Dalit Freedom Movement?

Answer: It should be noted here that contribution of Dalit Movement in shaping up of cultural and social activities was very significant and historical. Movement was started by Dr. Ambedkar, for equality and social change, and human values were very deftly inculcated in the minds of people those days. Earlier literature was normally an expression of romanticism. Dalit literature changed its very ethos and pathos. The real experience of life was embodied in literature by then Dalit authors. It brought to us the revolutionary changes in literature. It started to destroy the very edifices of the literature which was written then. Radical changes and re-writings of the myths practiced then were brought in.

Question 5: Do you have any opinion for the present Dalit freedom activists?

Answer: Emancipation of Dalits is constantly on-going movement. It has seen many changes. It needs to be fought on all front, socially, culturally and politically. But, what I observe is, if this fight is fought only by Dalits, it would be difficult to reach the destination. I think it should be actively supported by non-Dalits as well. Social reconstruction of Society has to be the order of the day.

Question 6: What prompted you to publish "Poisoned Bread" ? Was this publication a part of the Movement?

Answer: “Poisoned Bread”(1992) was also an outcome of the same movement and its values that I had treasured as values of my life. It inspired me to write a Marathi analogy, by name Dalit Sahitya – Ek Abhyas. It was edited by them in 1978. It was received in those days by an overwhelming support. Protagonists from other languages too took keen interest in that book. Hence the need to translate it into English became very imperative and I was persuaded by many of my friends to bring it in the present form of “Poisoned Bread”.   Of course, I need to mention here the role of Priya Adarkar who took very active and keen interest to bring this to the light of the day. We all took strenuous efforts and I was assigned to edit it. 

Question 7: Why did you choose this title?

Answer: The very story is written by the very successful author, Bandhu Madhav. The name of the story is “Vikhari Bhakar”, which depicts the actual situation of ethos and pathos of Indian Society.

Question 8: How will you define the term “Dalit” in the present context?

Answer: Earlier Dalits were only the ones who were out-castes and had dwelling outside the native. However, we have tried to make it more pervasive and inclusive. We define and conceive Dalits as those who are depressed and unorganized socially, politically, economically and culturally. This is not a mere caste but a realization, feeling. The feeling is of oppressed and deprived by system. Nothing has changed so far as to change the meaning and scope of the word. 

Question 9: Do you think a literary association and forum can reform a society from caste stratification?

Answer: Caste is the monstrous reality of India. One cannot deny that. It is very deep-rooted and bears the foundation of religion. It has religious sanctions. Historically, it could be seen that many changes had been brought in; however the monster still lives. Social and cultural thoughts inculcated in the minds have, time and again, tried to destroy the edifices of caste-system. I do agree and admit literature alone cannot bring the change but it can at least spread awareness among the masses. 

Question 10: Who are important Dalit activists from your state and how far are they influenced by Dalit activists from other states?

Answer: Maharashtra has many activists who are influenced by Dr. Ambedkar’s thoughts and movement. However, his thoughts and his philosophy itself is the foremost and biggest activists for us.

Question: Can we call your writings as part of literary vehement?

Answer: I do not earn my living through writing. It has always been for me a commitment towards the movement. My writing has always been a part and parcel of my contribution in the movement. 

Question: Are you familiar with Bangla Dalit Literary Movement?

Answer: Yes, I was aware of the happening, but not very familiar with it. Very recently, I happened to come across a translation of Manohar Mouli Biswas’ autobiography, Surviving in My World: Growing up Dalit in Bengal (Stree-Samya,2015). Angana Dutta and Jaydeep Sarangi have translated this autobiography. That really gives the sense of what has been done in Dalit literature in Bangla. I think it would be a very useful book for all Dalits and activists throughout India.

Question 13: How far are you associated with the other Dalit activists and writers?

Answer: I have spent whole of my life i.e. last 50 years among the Dalits activists and leaders. Movement is a part of my life. I have fought along with them many economic, social and political battles.


Question 14: Will the Dalit discourse travel?

Answer: Yes, of course, As long as the Society is based on inequalities and discrimination, the Dalit movement will go on. There would be no closure until then.

Note: This interview was first published in the JSL, New Series 19, 2014/15, JNU, New Delhi, p. 152-156.

--oOo--

Six Poems by Sudeep Sen

Sudeep Sen
KARGIL

Our street of smoke and fences, gutters gorged
with weed and reeking, scorching iron grooves //
of rusted galvanise, a dialect forged
from burning asphalt, and a sky that moves //
with thunderhead cumuli grumbling with rain, ….
— derek walcott, Tiepolo’s Hound, Book One, (II).1

Ten years on, I came searching for
                                war signs of the past
expecting remnants — magazine debris,
unexploded shells,
                shrapnels
                                that mark bomb wounds.

I came looking for
                                                                ghosts —
people past, skeletons charred,
abandoned
                                brick-wood-cement
                                                that once housed them.

I could only find whispers —
                                  whispers among the clamour
of a small town outpost
                                                                in full throttle —
everyday chores
                                                sketching outward signs
                                of normalcy and life.

In that bustle
                                I spot war-lines of a decade ago —
though the storylines
                                are kept buried, wrapped
in old newsprint.

There is order amid uneasiness —
                                                the muezzin’s cry,
the monk’s chant —
                                baritones
                                merging in their separateness.
At the bus station
                                black coughs of exhaust
smoke-screen everything.
                                                The roads meet
and after the crossroad ritual
                                                                diverge,
skating along the undotted lines
                                                                of control.
A porous garland
                                with cracked beads
adorns Tiger Hill.
                                Beyond the mountains
                                                are dark memories,
and beyond them
                                no one knows,
                                                                and beyond them
no one wants to know.

Even the flight of birds
                                                that wing over their crests
don’t know which feathers to down.
                                Chameleon-like
they fly, tracing perfect parabolas.

I look up
                and calculate their exact arc
and find instead,                                  a flawed theorem.

* * *

GRAMMAR

she has no english;
her lips round / in a moan ....
calligraphy of veins ....
— merlinda bobis, ‘First Night’

My syntax, tightly-wrought —
I struggle to let go,
to let go of its formality,
of my wishbone
desiring juice — its deep marrow,
muscle, and skin.

The sentence finally pronounced —
I am greedy for long drawn-
out vowels, for consonants that
desire lust, tissue, grey-cells.
I am hungry for love,
for pleasure, for flight,

for a story essaying endlessly — words.
A comma decides to pr[e]oposition
a full-stop ... ellipses pause, to reflect —
a phrase decides not to reveal
her thoughts after all — ellipses and
semi-colons are strange bed-fellows.

Calligraphy of veins and words
require ink, the ink of breath,
of blood — corpuscles speeding
faster than the loop of serifs ...
the unresolved story of our lives
in a fast train without terminals.

I long only for italicised ellipses ...
my english is the other, the other
is really english — she has no english;
her lips round / in a moan —
oval, rich, nuanced, grammar-
drenched, etched letters of glass.

* * *


AORTA ART
for Arjun Kalyanpur

Onion-pink aorta transforms
crimson-red — tertiary twigs
split, as installation art revolves
on its axis. They pose
as radiant organic sculptures,
made even more stunning
by teleradiology’s intense probe.
Five-beat rate scans —
magical images of living organs
captured remotely
from rural health clinics faraway
from city’s glass-and-steel labs.
Coral-shaped aortas rotate 360°
in perfect Brownian motion
on vertical hi-res lcd screens —
scanned images of the diseased.
They are beautiful however —
illness radiating inner beauty —
hidden architecture, looped,
dancing in secret helixes.

Teleradiology Centre, Bangalore

* * *

GOA HAIKU
for Janet Pierce

shadow

glittering sea-skin
at mid-day, shadow-dance on
flint-speckled sand dunes

fisherwomen

the oily plaits of
bronze-toned fisherwomen, curl —
mimicking herring

breakfast

diced fresh fruits tumble —
honey-topped with coconut,
muesli and curd

cocktail

margarita glass
rimmed with salt — stings and blanches —
heat of ocean sun

seaside

beach umbrellas, flags,
towels, table-cloths flutter
with wind’s roving tide

shacks

shacks stacked side-by-side
heavy with dub-bass trance mix
compete for custom

sun bathing

topless bodies burn —
white to flaky ugly brown —
sun scorching secrets

sun burn

skin smarts, sweats — acrid
air crackles the deep heat of
the slow salving salt

studio

studio’s chill cool
air melts blues — deep blue belies
the red heat outside

energy

deceptive slow pace
 subtly streams into my blood —
sparking life from death

* * *

SAFE
 for Chandrahas Choudhury

In Room 4, the safe
embedded in the wall
has not been opened
in a 150 years.
It has seen history,
life changing, aging —
but no one knows
what lies within.
The keyhole looks worn —
paint-stripped,
pock-marked,
knife-gouged,
dented scars
of attempted break-ins
worn openly
without care.
But what is inside? —
the first owner’s ashes,
her will, wealth, gold; old
currencies, lover’s relics?
Perhaps, it is best
kept as a mystery
in a world where
there is so little of it.
A spider runs across
the safe
weaving silver strands —
nature strings
her own signs
of preservation,
of protection — a web
masking talisman.
Flies buzz around
marking out
their territory
in an annoying tenor.
Wall’s peeling lime
flake off, whitewash —
failing to conceal time —
lose their glue.
A train of ants
enroute elsewhere
get distracted
at the keyhole’s gape.
Some tunnel in, but
even after days on end —
I do not see them
emerge out again.


Gratitude Heritage House,
Pondicherry

* * *

RAGHU RAI PHOTOGRAPH

   On a river-bank, abandoned clay-idols
of goddesses wait for their last rites.
  
   An old widow clad in a white cotton sari
looks on, awaiting a similar fate. 

   A cow, half-hidden behind a gigantic tree,
her bovine-head resembling a decapitated

   hunting trophy, nailed to the trunk.
Everything is calm — the river rippleless —

   a boat plies on, lazily. An emaciated
boatman rests on his long bamboo-oar,

   waiting for the meagre wealth clay deities 
provide once they dissolve — an ungodly 

   immersion in the polluted river. Death, life,
ceremony, sacrifice, serenity, ferocity —

   frozen meditatively still, find umbrage
under the scant-leafed large old tree.

   Kolkata, misted on the horizon
across the river’s far edge, looms sprawling —

   entirely unaware of a captured drama

waiting to unfold at the city’s periphery.

*  * *

[the above poem have been reprinted with the permission of the author, Sudeep Sen, from his new book, Fractals: New & Selected Poems | Translations: 1980-2015 (London Magazine Editions, U.K.)]
Sudeep Sen’s prize-winning books include Postmarked India: New & Selected Poems (HarperCollins), Rain, Aria (A. K. Ramanujan Translation Award), The HarperCollins Book of English Poetry (editor), Fractals: New & Selected Poems | Translations 1980-2015 (London Magazine Editions) and EroText (Vintage: Penguin Random House). Blue Nude: New Poems & Ekphrasis (Jorge Zalamea International Poetry Prize) is forthcoming. Sen’s works have been translated into over 25 languages. His words have appeared in the Times Literary Supplement, Newsweek, Guardian, Observer, Independent, Telegraph, Financial Times, Herald, Poetry Review, Literary Review, Harvard Review, Hindu, Hindustan Times, Times of India, Indian Express, Outlook, India Today, and broadcast on bbc, pbs, cnn ibn, ndtv, air & Doordarshan. Sen’s newer work appears in New Writing 15 (Granta), Language for a New Century (Norton), Leela: An Erotic Play of Verse and Art (Collins), Indian Love Poems (Knopf/Random House/Everyman), Out of Bounds (Bloodaxe), and Initiate: Oxford New Writing (Blackwell). He is the editorial director of AARK ARTS and the editor of Atlas. Sen is the first Asian honoured to speak and read at the Nobel Laureate Week. The Government of India awarded him the senior fellowship for “outstanding persons in the field of culture/literature.”