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The first issue of the year 2018 is out now---an ongoing and synergic venture between the editorial board and writers and artists from across the world, month after each month, done diligently from twin locations of Pittsburgh, USA and suburban Mumbai, India.
Last few months, due to this successful partnership of editors and creatives, Setu could continue to get an ever-expanding reader- base of top quality. As on January 31, the e-zine has registered an overwhelming 278,501 page views!
And still counting.
A great leap of faith for us!
Beginning with humble beginnings and reaching such significant milestones in a literary space, already overloaded, is indeed, a big achievement for all the stakeholders of the ecosystem, under constant threat from the mass.
Our thanks go out to you folks as well---the real patrons that elect to choose this journal in your busy timetable and rushed life, meeting tight deadlines and figures and negotiating snarls in dying cities, road rage, fast burn-out and despite all these, still able to maintain and retain some semblance of sanity and inner and outer poise in the ensuing citified madness and chaos around---for reading and supporting us, in last 18 months or so.
Such a loyalty is remarkable in a culture of instant recall and amnesia.
The basic aim of Setu has always been to offer fresh and critical perspectives and diversity of opinions, styles and forms, as part of a continual aesthetic and philosophical engagement with the community of readers, writers, critics and editors.
Through a careful selection of writings from varied geographies and intellectual positions, we wish to challenge the status quo. And destabilize the dulling effect of market economy over arts.
Many artists and writers, frequently featured here, do that only and provide a glimpse of hope in an age of conformism, complacency and de-radicalization---in brief, an attempt at interrogation of the Age Of Incorporated!
Sunil Sharma
We hope to continue the questioning of the smugness in coming months, as an extension of our hallowed edit policy.
You are welcome to write in for us.
Your feedback is important.

Meanwhile, please enjoy the current issue.
Sunil Sharma,
Editor,
Setu, English

Setu, January 2018

Setu

Volume 2 Issue 8

January 2018


Editorial

Poetry

Short Fiction

Setu Exclusive

Exclusive: Digital Art and Future

Literary Interview

Translation

Author of the Month

Critical Essay: Contemporary Concerns

Talking Art and Artists

Book Review

New Books in News

My World and Words

Video Poem

Photo Feature

Classics Revisited

Mauritius, the Paradise Island рд╕्рд╡рд░्рдЧрдж्рд╡ीрдк рдоॉрд░िрд╢рд╕

рдХ्рд▓िрдХ рдХрд░рдХे рд╕рднी рдЪिрдд्рд░ों рдХा рдмреЬा рд░ूрдк рджेрдЦा рдЬा рд╕рдХрддा рд╣ै।
Click on any image to see it in higher resolution.

Photo Feature - реЮोрдЯो реЮीрдЪрд░

рдЕрдиुрд░ाрдЧ рд╢рд░्рдоा :: Anurag Sharma


рд╕्рд╡рд░्рдЧ рдХे рджेрд╡рддा рдХा рдоूрд░्рдд рд░ूрдк
A god in Paradise - a mountain range in Mauritius  
рд╕्рд╡рддंрдд्рд░ рд╣ुрдП рджाрд╕ों рд╢рд░рдгрд╕्рдерд▓ी рдкрд╣ा‌реЬी рдЕрдм рд╡ैрд╢्рд╡िрдХ рдзрд░ोрд╣рд░ рд╣ै
UNESCO world heritage site Le Morne Brabant served as 
a refuge for freed slaves in the 19th and early 20th century.

рд╢ैрдорд░ेрд▓ рдЧ्рд░ाрдо рдХी рд╡िрд╢्рд╡рдк्рд░рд╕िрдж्рдз рд╕рддрд░ंрдЧी рднूрдоि
Chamarel village is known for seven-colored earth

рд╢ैрдорд░ेрд▓ рдоें 850 реЮुрдЯ рдКँрдЪे рдкрдаाрд░ рдкрд░ рдЬрд▓-рдк्рд░рдкाрдд
Waterfall on River du Cap

108 реЮुрдЯ рдКँрдЪे рдЪंрдж्рд░рд╢ेрдЦрд░ рдорд╣ाрджेрд╡
Tallest Lord Shiva statue in Mauritius

рдЧंрдЧा рддрд▓ाрдм рдоंрджिрд░ рдкрд░िрд╕рд░ рдоें рд╢्рд░ीрдЧрдгेрд╢
Lord Ganesh at Ganga Talab (formerly Grand Basin)

рдорд╣ाрдд्рдоा рдЧांрдзी рд╕ंрд╕्рдеाрди рдоें рдПрдХ рдХрд▓ा-рд╢िрд▓्рдк
An old art installation in Mahatma Gandhi Institute

рдорд╣ाрдд्рдоा рдЧांрдзी рд╕ंрд╕्рдеाрди рдХे рдХрд▓ा-рд╕ंрдХाрдп рдХा рдПрдХ рдж्рд╡ाрд░
Entrance to the faculty of arts in Mahatma Gandhi Institute

рд╣िрд░рдг-рдХूрдж рдЭीрд▓ рд╡ाрд╕्рддрд╡ рдоें рдПрдХ рд╕ुрдк्рдд рдЬ्рд╡ाрд▓ाрдоुрдЦी рд╣ै
Trou aux Cerfs lake is one of the dormant volcanoes 

рд╕рд░ рд╢िрд╡рд╕ाрдЧрд░ рд░ाрдордЧुрд▓ाрдо рд╡ाрдпुрдкрдд्рддрди рдХी рдПрдХ рд╣рд░िрдд-рднिрдд्рддि
At Sir Seewoosagur Ramgoolam International Airport

рдоॉрд░िрд╢рд╕ рдХा рдПрдХ рд░ाрдЬрдкрде A highway in Mauritius

рдИрдХ्рд╖्рд╡ाрдХु рдХ्рд╖ेрдд्рд░ Immigrant labors turned a hilly terrain into fertile land

рдзुрдЖँ рдЙрдЧрд▓рддे рдкैрдЬाрд╡े рдХрднी рд╢рдХ्рдХрд░ рдХोрдаी рдХी рдкрд╣рдЪाрди рд╣ुрдЖ рдХрд░рддे рдеे
The chimneys were integral part of the sugar estates

рдХ्рд╖िрддि, рдЬрд▓ рдкाрд╡рдХ, рдЧрдЧрди рд╕рдоीрд░ा - рддрдЯीрдп рднोрд░
Morning at a western beach
рдЦेрддी рдоें рдЖрдЬ рднी рдЧрди्рдиे рдХी рдмрд╣ुрддाрдпрдд рд╣ै
90% of farmland is still covered with sugarcane



рд░ाрдЬрдзाрдиी рдкोрд░्рдЯ рд▓ुрдИ рдХा рдПрдХ рдкрде
A street in the capital Port Louis

рд╣рд╕्рддрд▓िрдЦिрдд рдзрд░्рдордЧ्рд░ंрде рдХрдИ рднाрд░рддीрдп рдореЫрджूрд░ों рдХी рдЬिрдЬीрд╡िрд╖ा рдХा рд╕्рд░ोрдд рдеे
This handwritten book in Hindi was brought by an indentured labor 

рдЖрдк्рд░рд╡ाрд╕ी рдШाрдЯ - рдЧिрд░рдоिрдЯिрдпों рдХा рдРрддिрд╣ाрд╕िрдХ рдк्рд░рд╡ेрд╢рдж्рд╡ाрд░
Aapravasi Ghat, the Immigration depot is a World Heritage Site

рдЖрдк्рд░рд╡ाрд╕ी рдШाрдЯ рдкрд░ рдЧिрд░рдоिрдЯिрдпों рдХी рдЪिрдХिрдд्рд╕ा рдЬाँрдЪ рдХा рдХрдХ्рд╖ 
Medical checkup room at Aapravasi Ghat, the Immigration depot

рдкोрд░्рдЯ рд▓ुрдИ рдХा рдкुрд▓िрд╕ рдоुрдЦ्рдпाрд▓рдп
Police headquarters in Port Louis

рдЧрд░्рд╡ोрди्рдирдд рдЪोрдЯिрдпाँ Esteemed peaks

рдЧांрдзी рдФрд░ рд░ाрдо Gandhi in Mauritius

рдЧिрд░рдоिрдЯिрдпों рдХी рдЬрди्рдорднूрдоि рднाрд░рдд рдоाрддा
India, motherland of the indentured labours
рд╕ंрдЧ्рд░рд╣ाрд▓рдп рдоें рдПрдХ рдЧिрд░рдоिрдЯिрдпा рдЪौрдХा
Kitchen scene recreated in Aapravasi museum

рд╕ंрдЧ्рд░рд╣ाрд▓рдп рдоें рдиिрд░्рдоिрдд рдПрдХ рдЪौрдкाрд▓ рдмैрдардХ
Baithaki was the community meeting room 

рдЗंрджिрд░ा рдЧांрдзी рднाрд░рддीрдп рд╕ांрд╕्рдХृрддिрдХ рдХेंрдж्рд░
Indira Gandhi Centre for Indian Culture

рдПрдХ рдкुрд░ा-рднрд╡рди - An old building

рдирдорд╕्рдХाрд░, рдлिрд░ рдоिрд▓ेंрдЧे - That's all folks!
рд╕ेрддु, рдЬрдирд╡рд░ी 2018 :: рдЪिрдд्рд░ :: Photo Feature :: Setu, January 2018

Quotable One-Liners by Anurag Sharma

Anurag Sharma
At times, an idea strikes me suddenly and refuses to leave. The only way I can quiet such persistent thoughts is by tucking them away in my notebook, hoping they’ll fade once written down. Often, I’m disheartened by the harm caused by a familiar saying or widely held belief, and I feel compelled to challenge it. That’s how most of my one-liner quotes come to life. I’m sharing a few of them here FYRP. - Anurag Sharma
  • Don't act, just act!
  • Fix problem, not responsibility
  • Ignorance is extremely thrilling
  • Food doesn't kill, company does
  • Past isn't here, future is still there
  • A perfect rumor has an expiry date
  • The best can always get a little better
  • Art can't stand on its own, furniture does
  • Today's childishness is tomorrow's youth
  • Where there is a will, there is an attorney
  • Today's greed destroys tomorrow's goods
  • A company is known by the men it keeps
  • Generosity brightens the darkest situations
  • Love the bridge, but acknowledge the moat
  • Lasting relationships are like one-way roads
  • The disease gets deceased by killing the patient
  • Visibility enables trust, familiarity brings comfort
  • I hate being pregnant, I love being a parent though
  • One who supports everyone, actually supports none
  • Irony is when your laptop is lighter than your phone
  • Patience without power is like a candle without wick
  • What finish line? Nice guys never cared about rat race
  • Every outsider is a potential insider from the other side
  • Being thankful is a world apart from just saying thanks
  • You build your character, while others build your image
  • You are not frugal until you use coupons at a dollar store
  • Friendship requires more than one, breakup needs just one
  • Your Facebook friend list is an indicator of your reliability
  • Avoiding minor conflicts will eventually drag you into major wars
  • Power exposes the corrupt. Absolute power exposes them absolutely
  • Every resistance has a price tag and you can buy as much as you can afford
  • Half the mess is caused by human errors, the rest is due to the correction efforts
  • The job of turning dreams into reality can be outsourced, not the act of dreaming
  • 'God bless you' doesn't necessarily indicate one's faith. It indicates good intentions
  • Power is always a weakness, though a shortcoming can turn into strength occasionally
  • A rikishi* resists the power of the opponent while a judoka** manipulates it - Agility wins
  • If you have so many friends that you can't count them, you probably can't count on them either
  • Characters make good stories, authors make them better, but the best ones are decided by the readers
  • The intellect of the authoritarians is recognized by force, the authority of the intellectuals is a paradox.
*rikishi = a wrestler especially a Sumo who uses brute force to defeat the opponents
**judoka = one who practices Judo

Interview: Sunil Sharma

More Brechts and Nerudas needed now:
Goutam Karmakar in conversation with Sunil Sharma

About Sunil Sharma :

Dr. Sunil Sharma
Sunil Sharma, a Mumbai based academic administrator, has established himself as one prime figure in the arena of Indian English literature. He had more than 26 years of degree-college teaching experience. With his optimism and patience he makes his student aware of their inner spirit and here in lies his success. But he has not restricted himself only as a professor. And his penned compositions at once gave him success as a poet, essayist, translator and fiction writer. Apart from this he is a widely-published Indian critic, editor and literary interviewer. So far he has published 14 books. Till now three collections of poetry namely Golden Cacti (2012), Poems on Highway (2013), Mundane, My Muse (2014), one collection of short fiction, one novel and six books (as co-author) have come out on his part. His popularity and creative faculty are appreciated by foreign universities. His six short stories and the novel Minotaur were recently prescribed for the undergraduate classes under the Post-colonial Studies, Clayton University, Georgia, USA. Sunil Sharma earlier edited the Episteme. His some co-edited books are The Renaissance Man: Rob Harle: A Study of his artistic universe (with Sangeeta Sharma published in 2015), Indo-Australian Anthology of Short Fiction (with Rob Harle & Sangeeta Sharma published in 2014), Indo- Australian Anthology of Contemporary Poetry (with Rob Harle and Sangeeta Sharma published in 2013), Delightful Dickens: Some Tributes (With Sangeeta Sharma published in 2014) and Acerbic Anthology (With Mutiu Olawuyi published in 2013).Currently, he edits English section of the bilingual Setu published monthly from Pittsburgh, USA.
In an extended conversation Goutam Karmakar got a chance to explore the thoughts of Sunil Kumar. I hope Sharma’s readers will be pleased while reading the answers of him. Here is the text of the interview:

Goutam Karmakar
Goutam Karmakar: Sir kindly tell us something about your childhood days, schooling, college days and tertiary educational background. Have your childhood memories and surroundings left any impact in your writing?

Sunil Sharma:  My parents were both teachers. It was a lovely house, nurturing and value-driven. Liberal, tolerant; artistic ideas were a staple over dinner. Father taught Hindi Lit; he was also an expert on English Lit and western philosophy. Ma was a teacher of drawing and painting. At 93, she continues to inspire and amaze me.

Father was a writer who could not pursue his writing due to some circumstances but he remained a poet by heart. Such a democratic and art-filled house provided the best nursery for me. I was exposed to Schopenhauer and Goethe along with Kalidasa by father and Picasso by my mother. I was youngest of three children. Father’s early death left a deep trauma. I could never overcome that emotional loss. Ma was and is a great support.

Schooling and college education was done in a developing city near Delhi that later on grew into a boom city. Luckily, at PG level, I got some very dedicated and erudite teachers who molded my thinking in a different direction—Marxism. It was the age of exciting 70-89s in India and most universities were red. That liberal-humanism and commitment for the downtrodden still forms my inner vision and overall outlook on life and informs my writing.

Goutam Karmakar: Apart from being a poet and fiction writer, you are also a freelance and literary interviewer. Besides that you edit and translate works. How do you able to manage your time schedule in so many ways? Sir tell your readers about your engagement with ‘Setu’ and the purpose of Setu.

Sunil Sharma: You have to do multiple tasking---just for the love of it. And you enjoy the fruits---the sublimity of these artistic conversations; almost uplifting in nature.

Setu is a bridge across languages and cultures and intends to showcase the best of human civilization to counter the Alt-right and other ideologies out there to negate the gains of liberal democracy so far. It encourages constant interrogation of false stand of the officialdom and lies.

Goutam Karmakar: At which age have you started writing? Why have you started to compose poems so late? What is your definition of Nature?

Sunil Sharma:  In Standard VIII, I wrote my first Hindi short that was published in a leading national daily from Mumbai. Poetry happened late---in early 50s. A miracle! At that age, we all are prosaic!

Do you want to know my definition of nature? Perhaps you have to ask a saint or a naturalist. But yes Mother Nature inspires me. Nature or Prakriti is within and without. Purush is irrelevant sans Prakriti. It is the all-encompassing system. We are just insignificant. Our relationship with Mother Nature should be of a bhakt. Our ancestors deified it. We raid and pillage it. Results are catastrophes.

Goutam Karmakar: What are the immediate sources of inspiration behind your writing of poems, short stories and fictions? Who are your favourite authors whose works you want to read more and more?

Sunil Sharma:  Life, the underprivileged, the Unsaid of the Unseen.

Definitely---not my ego as the principal subject or theme of writing; prizes; lit fests; self-promotion; wrestling with language in a formalistic mode.

They are not for me. Effacement of personality is my mantra as far as writing is concerned and community over self.

Poetry is all about the muted; not about the privileged discussing poetry in high places and literary bazaars promoted by multinationals and national brands to attract some stardust. I write to project them as patrons of culture. That is an exclusivist culture; a sanitized version of reality and arts.

For me arts are subversive---the last enclave of resistance. I try to do that by projecting, foregrounding the other side of the narrative. I try to highlight the actors left out in the cold and rehab them as the main cast of rolling action.

My favourites are Dickens, Tolstoy, Gorky, Chekhov, Dostoevsky, Flaubert, Sartre, Camus, Mann, Marquez and Kafka. In India, it is Prem Chand, Ghalib, Manto, Renu and many others.

Goutam Karmakar: What is your definition of poetry? What role do emotions and imagination play to you while composing verse?

Sunil Sharma:  Poetry is clean breath in a smoggy city! It is lifeline and very vital to living meaningfully in a crass and commercial culture.

It gives you inner harmony and peace. It is therapy for troubled souls in an amnesiac world. It is the connecting rod between past and present---and directs us to future.

Emotion and imagination intersect with words---alchemy is poetry. Sincerity and good intention added intensifiers.

Goutam Karmakar: Your ‘Golden Cacti’ deals with the everyday realities of urban India. What are those everyday realities?

Sunil Sharma:  Please find out---by close reading of a simple collection of poems about urban horrors and delights. You will not be disappointed while reading the pieces.

Golden Cacti deals with symbolic of life and living in harshest circumstances. It gives hope to grim survivors. It is like finding lyrics in a desert-like place.

Goutam Karmakar: Your poems give voice to the under-privileged, marginalized and suffering classes. So how have you attempted to raise social equality in your poems? It proves that you are a great humanist. How have you gained inspiration from ‘humanity’?

Sunil Sharma:  I think this is the continuation of my earlier answer. Nice observation. And you know I have partially answered earlier.

Raising consciousness is my primary task as a humble writer. Great masters! They did and do that. I learn a lot from them---as their lowly disciple working from afar. They are the best examples of finest writing across the world---and inspiring for us as human beings. Fighting for good causes in a scientific way and changing consciousness through art.

It can teach everybody---this great and global community of peoples---so many lessons and values, provided you are listening. Elitist writing or experimental language- play never appeals to me. Writing should spring from a pure and feeling heart full of empathy for the underdogs.

Goutam Karmakar: How have you projected the women and the elders in your works? Kindly tell what of utopian society do you dream of?

Sunil Sharma:  That is the job of a critic and a reader to find out. They are all there in clear sunlight. Please discover them by visiting those verbal sites in my books and strike a conversation with them. You will find that most are living in your neighborhood too. That kind of affinity will change your modes of perception about them.

No utopias for me, please. I dream---like the other 99 %---of a just and deeply humane society that is possible through right choices and combined actions. I want a society that does not discriminate and welcoming all.

Goutam Karmakar: You are very fluent not only in English and Hindi but also in Urdu & Punjabi. So has your multilingualism affected your creative faculty? In which language do you feel at home while writing?

Sunil Sharma: I am familiar with the language I am writing at that moment.

Multilingualism helps gain you better perspectives and comes handy in challenging the hegemony of English in a post-colonial world, its elitism implied in its use and power of a foreign legacy that continues to make a country feel inferior. Multilingualism is must to understand a rich nation like India.

Goutam Karmakar: How far has the daily life in the suburbs of Mumbai reflected in your 'Mundane, My Muse'? What have you used the term 'My Muse' here?

Sunil Sharma:  Mumbai provides the daily situations that inspire me. Hence, the term is used. It does not dull me but sharpens my observations and clears filters. I have tries to show the grind, the shocking poverty, the slums, the crowds and a desire to live life to the full, to chase dignity and some wealth, and a decent life in a mega city. I think the struggles of the poor need to be documented in a foreign language. That I do.

Goutam Karmakar: How have you constituted the images of nature and towns in your 'Poems on Highway'? To what extent does this book project you as a postcolonial poet where you have raised questions on behalf of the 'subalterns'?

Sunil Sharma: The travels, the commutes, along the highway give me glimpses into life that I try to capture through poetry. Highway poems are tribute to those daily journeys.

As to these questions of impact of writing as a writer---postmodern or postcolonial, I repeat, it is the job of readers and critics to determine that. Any finished work takes on meanings in political readings only. Subaltern readings are crucial. The term comes overloaded with accumulation of layers. Gramsci is our real guide here. Every serious writing takes on position of radicalizing consciousness and undermining status-quo by exposing false ideology. Sadly, poetry is no longer radical. Bengali poetry and regional poetry are still bold and beautiful but not to that earlier level, the revolutionary level. Poetry must expose---like any other form of serious and committed writing. We need more Brechts and Nerudas now for a mass society and a de-radicalized age of sheer consumption; voyeurism and utter passivity as a mere spectator.

Goutam Karmakar: What is the capital theme of your ‘Minotaur’? What are the techniques you have used as a novelist here?

Sunil Sharma: Colonialism and post-colonialism; power that corrupts and revolutionary consciousness and praxis. Rests of that for you have to read that and explore. I have given sufficient clues my dear.

Goutam Karmakar: What are the unique poetic features of Sunil Sharma? You are a poet, critic, editor, interviewer, fiction writer and translator and more over a human being. So what is your ‘real self?

Sunil Sharma: I am not some kind of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde persona. Deep down and simple is my poetry. About real self I can tell you Goutam that I am trustworthy, caring and honest with a heart full of love for suffering humanity.

Goutam Karmakar: How have you engaged yourself as a translator? What are your translated works? Have you faced any difficulties while translating a work?

Sunil Sharma: Not much. Some poems and Small body of works here I translate.  It is a tough task---rendition of one language into another but overall, fulfilling also.

Goutam Karmakar: What are the future prospects of Indian poetry written in English? You know it sir that poetry is neglected, marginalized as it can’t bring more money to the publishers. Everyone is more interested to go with lucrative fictions and short-stories. As a poet what will be your suggestions and advice for a better future of Indian English poetry?

Sunil Sharma: It is increasingly better now in terms of visibility and recognition. Things are improving now over the years.

Fiction is no better. It does not fetch money simple because we as Indians do not want to invest in book culture.

Poetry---writing---is not largely about money but expression and satisfaction.

As poets, we must buy others and invest. Create quality. Edit anthologies. Promote young poets. Organize seminars. Bring them into canon.

That will sure redefine the canon and the field---and bring money as well.

Goutam Karmakar: Sir can you tell your readers about the capital theme of your 'Haunting and Other Stories'? What inspires you to write this book?

Sunil Sharma: It is a collection of short fiction that echoes the great liberal tradition of story-telling of the West and it is also a kind of conversation with some writers like Dickens and Hemingway, extended dialogue that sets up our relationship with the dead and the organic within writing and its author; kind of dialogic relationship with cultural texts that are forever fresh 'and reality as depicted in them' and now.

Goutam Karmakar: What are your future projects? Do you want to write play or compose haiku in later?

Sunil Sharma: No. I am not qualified for that challenge.

Goutam Karmakar: What will your advice to all the upcoming poets who are writing in English? And what will be your message for your readers and for the humanity in general?

Sunil Sharma: Go on writing. It is important in a post-truth world. Every sane voice is important in crazy times.

Solidarity, Justice, Common humanity in a divisive world---that is my message.

Goutam Karmakar: Thank you very much sir for sharing your thoughts and views with me.

Sunil Sharma: Welcome. It's a pleasure talking to you Goutam.


About the Interviewer:
Goutam Karmakar is currently working as a PhD Research Scholar at the Department of Humanities and Social Science, National Institute of Technology Durgapur (NITD), India.
(This interview was published first in International Journal of Research, vol. 4, no. 1, 2017, pp. 801-806)

Review: Home Thoughts - Usha Kishore & Jaydeep Sarangi

HOMING BARDS

Home Thoughts
Usha Kishore et al, 
Publisher: Cyberwit, Allahabad (India) 
2017, Pp 123, 
₹ 200.00 INR
ISBN-10: 9385945718 
ISBN-13: 978-9385945717

--Reviewed by Jaydeep Sarangi


“But I grew up living my life in English,
inhabiting words that have become my own,
colours that have mingled into a richer shade.”

(“Loose Talk”, Shanta Acharya)

Diasporic Literature showcases the process of re-placing home in the poetic mind, in the foreign shore. It accounts for the homing bards.  Our concept of ‘Home’ refers to India, the term ‘Home’ serves as a metaphor for the interpretative autonomy of readers and researchers.  Many poems of the diaspora are rich in aesthetic sensibility, which illustrates an aesthetic synthesis of shifting cultural margins. ‘Home’ also highlights the space defined by history, culture and language. The nation is often fluid and transient at times, where boundaries are blurred and the poets cross borders, attempting to create a postcolonial dialogue. Home Thoughts (2017) is a thought provoking collection but is by no means comprehensive as it does not include 2nd generation immigrant and mixed race poets.  The scope of this anthology is to introduce the poetry of the British Indian diaspora to the Indian readers.  We also hope that this anthology would engage British publishers.  There is a growing demand for academic research on contemporary British Indian diasporic poetry and a developing international interest in this genre. This collection aims to satisfy these academic and scholarly solicitations.  We aim to map an introductory route into the poetry of the British Indian diaspora and take the momentum to further heights.  Our anthology also endorses cosmopolitan Indian writing, with its variegated verse forms and multifarious thematic concepts. The poets, featured in this collection, are widely known and anthologised; there is a corpus of secondary material on these poets available online and in print. This collection would certainly add to the existing data base and create new interest in this exciting body of literature, which is an immense pool of talent and a meeting point of British and Indian Literatures.

The British Indian diaspora is a handsome spectrum that includes first generation immigrants, who hail from India and Africa; second generation immigrants, who are born into and brought up in immigrant families and poets of mixed parentage. Despite their Indian roots, the diasporic experiences of the above classes of poets are different, their sensitivities diverse.  The first-generation poets write about their new experiences in a foreign land, which has eventually become their home; the second-generation poets write about their differences to the host society and their experiences of growing up in the UK as a British Indian, while the mixed race poets balance both the inherent cultures in their work.  According to Nabaneeta Dev Sen, a famous Bengali poet and literary critic (1997: 72), "Every language is like a snail, it carries its social and cultural history on its back." Language is not just a linguistic phenomenon, distanced from life and society. Language is not a monolithic object. It is a shared common tool, a human mode, which is as complex as human relationships in society. Poets of the diaspora unfolds this unique mosaic of sociolinguistic hybridism.

The scope of this corpus is to introduce the poetry of the British Indian diaspora to the Indian readers.  We also hope that this corpus would engage British publishers.  There is a growing demand for academic research on contemporary British Indian diasporic poetry and a developing international interest in this genre. This collection aims to satisfy these academic and scholarly solicitations.  We aim to map an introductory route into the poetry of the British Indian diaspora and take the momentum to further heights.  Our anthology also endorses cosmopolitan Indian writing, with its variegated verse forms and multifarious thematic concepts. The poets, featured in this collection, are widely known and anthologised; there is a corpus of secondary material on these poets available online and in print. This collection would certainly add to the existing data base and create new interest in this exciting body of literature, which is an immense pool of talent and a meeting point of British and Indian Literatures. Home Thoughts exhibits postcolonial concerns of language, culture and history, highlighting an in-between immigrant space, while negotiating a niche for the genre.  These postcolonial concerns are the main thematic aspects of Home Thoughts; however, the diction and poetic expression are predominantly British.Poets of the diaspora address the thematic concern of the imperial language.

Ketaki Kushari Dyson, also a translator from Bengali is among the early trend setter of this corpus.  Two of the early collections of the diaspora to be published in the UK by British presses are Dyson’s poetry pamphlet Hibiscus in the North (Mid-day Publications, Old Fire Station Arts Centre, Oxford, 1979) and Debjani Chatterjee’s I was that Woman, which was published by Hippopotamus Press, Frome,Somerset in 1989.  Acclaimed contemporary poets, who have brought this genre into prominence, are Debjani Chatterjee, Bashabi Fraser, Shanta Acharya,Usha Kishore  and Mona Dash. 

References:
Dev Sen, Nabaneeta. "An Open Letter to Salman Rushdie". The Indian Magazine. Vol. 17, Aug. 1977, 72.
Kishore, Usha et al, Home Thoughts, Cyberwit, Allahabad, 2017

Poetry: Eddie Awusi

Eddie Awusi is a Nigerian poet of Isoko extraction. He has been published in various poetry magazines and anthologies. 
Eddie Awusi

ITABOSUWA

She was my warrior queen,
Princess of my past world.
Naive was her royal reign.
Armed with an eye on the world.
Walking through tepid grassland
Of spears, toil, buried breath and aged gossip -
Dismantling a garrison of
Tuareg foot marching fighters.
Her temper was ancient goose,
In a flash of lightning.
Tending love with great value,
Anguish called her, home.
Within a heart that vibrated in it's casement.
I recognise her from the past,
From the foot of creation.
527 years gone and counting,
In a countryside Egypt.
But I died in her hands, Itabosuwa.
My blood dribbled and stirred,
From her immaculate white frock,
Leaving a cesspool of anguish,
In her widowing youthful heart.
My love for her was a road,
With an abrupt dead end.
This underage princess from antiquity,
Now relive her past glory, differently.
All forgotten in a macabre,
In a modern breathless tale of love.
She takes her place,
Beside my merchant self:
A modern Nigerian,
Not knowing the story of our ancient love.

WHEN A MAN DIE

When a man die,
Let him become a star,
Lest, he roams in his void.
His Sapphire soul,
Let it brew ageless fire,
Brightly cliffed and shinning,
On the roof of the sky.
Let him burn scythes,
And high volume of larvae,
In his twilight zone.
Though he ceases to live,
Yet, let him exist,
Illuminating the universe,
With agility and gait.

I SURRENDER

I surrender to earth;
I surrender to the sky -
Vocal shotguns in hands,
Shot up in defiant submission.

I surrender to the seas;
I surrender to the firmaments;
I surrender to life;
I surrender to death;
I surrender to the world under.

I surrender to my innate yearning,
Bathing in the fragments of my passion.
I weave my days into accolades,
Waiting on a speechless thunderstorm.

I surrender to bliss;
I surrender to pain;
I surrender to my distorted infancy:
Evoking a childhood, I never had.

IF YOUR NATION IS A SINKING BOAT

If your nation is a sinking boat,
Do not dismiss her as a failure,
Packing your bags and baggages,
Ditching her for another's glory.
Be within her fold, and plan for a rescue,
Take upon yourself, duties of chivalry.
Nurture her for a better berthing,
In nation building.
Be her life jacket.
Else, you become a nonentity,
In another man's land.

THIS IS HOW THE EARTH CRIES

This is how the earth cries.
Grisly heaving supine breath.
Scolding humanity with catalogue of disasters.
Vomiting roots in gilded squabbles.
Jamming alloys in pensive mood.
Stunting roses on senile soils.
Throttling avidly with a thrusting air.
Erupting volcanoes on frenetic days.
Handing dust to haywire winds.
Earth, humming in a witling quake.
Hurricanes sweeping with devious hands.
Coughing water against hyacinth times.
This is how the earth cries.

Translation: Poetry - English to Italian


English poems by: Scott Thomas Outlar

Translated into Italian by: Mihaela Melnic

-: Poet's Bio :-
Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, live events, and books can be found. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net, and has been translated into Albanian, Afrikaans, Persian, Serbian, and Italian.

Trascendendo le Definizioni
Mihaela Melnic

L'arte non ├и un'istituzione...
├И un fuoco interno
nato da coloro
 
i cui occhi penetrano
nella bruciante bellezza nascosta.

L'arte non ├и una lezione insegnata all'Accademia...
├И una vibrazione santa
pulsante attraverso le vene
di quelli che percepiscono la verit├а
della perfetta purezza di questo mondo.

Scott Thomas Outlar
L'arte non ├и una transazione...
├И un'espressione dell'animo
che non ha altra scelta
che essere sprigionata
come un riflesso della Fonte.

L'arte non ├и una presentazione di vendita...
├И un'emozione intensa
accoppiata con una visione
di trascendenza cristallina
che irrompe in nuove dimensioni.

L'arte non ├и ancora pronta per la tomba...
├И una protesta impetuosa
contro la carne mortale
che canta la pi├╣ dolce melodia
sul superamento della sofferenza della vita.



Transcending Definitions


Art is not an institution…
it is an inner fire
born out of those
whose eyes pierce deeply
into hidden burning beauty.

Art is not a class taught by Academia…
it is a holy vibration
pulsing through the veins
of those who sense the truth
of this world’s perfect purity.

Art is not a transaction…
it is a soulful expression
that has no choice
but to be released
as a reflection of the Source.

Art is not a sales pitch…
it is an intense emotion
coupled with a vision
of crystalline transcendence
that ruptures open new dimensions.

Art is not yet ready for the grave…
it is a raging protest
against the mortal flesh
that sings the sweetest melody
about overcoming life’s suffering.



Viti d'uva


Le viti d'uva si aggrappano
continuando ad espandersi
in proporzione

proprio come il mio cuore
├и stabile con te
pur continuando a crescere

solo cosi posso imparare
ad amarti sempre pi├╣.



Vines


Vines attach
their grip
while continuing to
expand in proportion

just as my heart
is set in place
with you
yet still growing

only so
I can learn
how to love you
even more