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Amit Shankar Saha (Climate Change, Eco-activism, Whisperings of Social Justice)

Amit Shankar Saha

Amit Shankar Saha is the author of three collections of poems titled Balconies of Time, Fugitive Words, and Illicit Poems. He has also published a collection of essays titled A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Essayist. He is the Editor-in-Chief of EKL Review. He has a PhD in English from Calcutta University and teaches at Seacom Skills University. His website is www.amitshankarsaha.com

 

Ecology of Love

 

We were born separated

by the measure of time and space

like a bioregion divided

by political boundaries.

 

We grew up as two countries

competing to increase

our carbon footprints

although our climate was one.

 

But fossil-fuelled love combusts

and become just carbon dust.

This burnt world is an infatuation,

it has not progressed underneath.

 

Love maybe as naked as nature

and as still as the trees.

You may not see it progress

Although its roots run deep.


 

 

Silence of the Sleet

 

What if the world attains dystopia

and we are the last beings alive?

You work on your singularity somewhere,

I on mine somewhere else,

trying to discover each other

over the remnants of ether,

like a blind man trying to see

something beautiful but too far to touch.

 

We communicate with our devices

that elude us from giving our locations,

we crisscross deserts of ice

and sail through the seas of sands

as time like drops drip from the clock

while we quest to someday meet,

fully knowing that we are the last beings alive

and the next is the silence of the sleet.


 

 

The World of Vestigial Organs

 

The ears of the sky

convalescent in thunder

can't hear your words.

 

The skin of inhibition

covering the rains

can't feel your touch.

 

The eyes of electric

coursing in the wind

can't see your face.

 

The nose of the night

chilling in the air

can't breathe your breath.

 

The tongue of the

corpulent footpath

can't taste your footsteps.

 

Love is a cyborg

in a world of organs

turning vestigial.

Poetry: Amit Shankar Saha

Amit Shankar Saha

1. Freedom


Dear child,
Yesterday you kept
your head on your father's lap
and perhaps you slept,
lost yourself in musical strains,
found yourself in a different world,
whereas in this world
of bending roofs and cringing walls,
where to breathe is to disgrace
and the mind's a cellular space,
where thoughts of pain
no music can overcome,
we celebrate independence,
you celebrate freedom.
***


2. Freedom Reloaded

Dear child,
A year ago on Independence Day
I wrote a poem for you.
Do I write one this year too?
But who will share?
If I stare
long at the phone
will it ring?
No. One day you will know
why freedom is also forgetting.
***

3. Revisiting Freedom

Dear child,
You still smile in freedom,
not the momentary smile
of photo consciousness,
but something primordial,
as if we are still being born
and nothing has happened yet,
as if we can still look back
at the gloaming hour of our
independence and rescue
from the cornice of hope
the frightened existence
of our innocent freedom.


Bio:
Amit Shankar Saha is a widely-published award-winning poet and short story writer. He has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and the Griffin Poetry Prize. He is the author of two collections of poems, "Balconies of Time" and "Fugitive Words" and the e-Chapbook "Illicit Poems". He teaches in the English Department of Seacom Skills University.


Book Review: One Dozen Stories (Naina Dey)

One Dozen Stories: Collected Bengali Short Fiction in Translation
Naina Dey
Kolkata: Avenel Press, 2020. 
Pages 168, 
Price ₹ 250 INR


Less is Resolved, More is Suggested

            In the Foreword to Naina Dey’s translation into English from Bengali of twelve short stories of classical and contemporary Bengali writers, Prof. Sanjukta Dasgupta quotes the American fictionist Eudora Welty who described the short story as a genre where one can work more by suggestion. Prof. Dasgupta goes on to write that a short story can create a lasting impression because “of its layered nuances, its either linear or non-linear networks of associations, memories and subjectivities”. It is true that short stories being micro narratives compared to the novel have certain advantages over the more expanded form of fiction in being more suggestive and thereby having a sort of insidious nature in penetrating a wide readership without being noticed. Historically short stories have served in propagating social reforms by shaping the vision of the people. That the short stories work through suggestions without the direct imposition of any ideology helps it to penetrate within the psyche of the readers through the aesthetics of literature. Naina Dey’s collection of translated Bengali stories, One Dozen Stories, stands out not only in the selection of the stories but also due to the adeptness of conveying in the target language the nuances of source language culture. It does help that Naina Dey is a Bengali and a professor of English at the same time.

Naina Dey
            Naina Dey has chosen twelve stories of eight Bengali writers to translate, which gives her a wide variety of Bengali short fiction to showcase not only in terms of themes and styles but also of generations in the development of the short fiction in Bengali. There is parity in terms of gender representation of the writers too. On one side there is a diversity of male writers, Rabindranath Tagore, Bibhutibhusan Bandyopadhyay, Narendranath Mitra and Nabakumar Basu and on the other side there are female writers, Ashapurna Devi, Suchitra Bhattacharya, Anita Agnihotri and Esha Dey. Interestingly both Rabindranath Tagore and Bibhutibhusan Bandyopadhyay come right at the end of the collection perhaps to dissuade the readers from viewing the landscape of Bengali short story writing from the perspective of the two stalwarts. The collection starts with Ashapurna Devi’s story “Chinnamasta” (“The Severed Head”) and ends with Tagore’s celebrated story “Streer Patra” (“The Wife’s Letter”). Both these stories center on female characters. Ashapurna Devi’s story was first published in 1949 and depicts the change in the relationship between the daughter-in-law and the mother-in-law after the death of the husband/ son. It is a rather disturbing story in its literal context but it attains a grave symbolic meaning at a psychological level. Tagore’s story has almost become a feminist manifesto in its own right with numerous translations of it appearing. Naina Dey’s translations of both these stories come as close as possible to simultaneously satisfying a reader who is aware of Bengali culture as well as one who is getting introduced to Bengali culture. There is another Tagore story in this collection, “Shesh Purashkar” (“The Last Reward”). It is one of the unfinished stories from Tagore’s Galpoguchha collection. Naina Dey justifies the inclusion of this fragmentary story on the argument that the story “reveals in embryonic form the Nobel Laureate’s profound preoccupation with the rewards of virtue and truth.” 

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            The story by Bibhutibhusan Bandyopadhyay that Naina Dey has chosen to translate is “Puimacha” (“The Spinach Vine”). It is one of the most heart-touching and sensitive stories in the collection. It is a tragic story with an existential sense of life going on despite death. Naina Dey has finely brought out the master storyteller Bibhutibhusan Bandyopadhyay in her translation of a story of rural poverty and predicaments, which is almost surreal and deeply poignant. There are two stories translated of Suchitra Bhattacharya, “Atmaja” (“The Son”) and “Ashabarna” (“Discrimination”). The former story, as the title suggests, is the story of a son who has recently lost his mother after a protracted illness. It is a story of complex feelings arising in the son of bereavement and relief amidst his duties of performing various rituals. The latter story depicts the latent class prejudice that exists in our society. Sumita’s pride at helping a man in need turns to disgust when she realizes that the poor man’s son may become an engineer and will destabilize the class hierarchy that exists between them. Both the stories delve into hidden corners of human psyche and explore their appearance in niche circumstances.

            Anita Agnihotri’s story “Ranabhoomi” (“Battlefield”) is a stunning story mixing history and contemporary life of mundane domestic strife. The narrative of the Battle of Plassey and the treacherous murder of Nawab Siraj-ud-Daulah is intertwined with the story of Abhiram which ultimately coincides metaphorically at the end when Abhiram will remember his “mother’s anger, his sister’s ill-humour, his wife’s tears, and keep them hidden in his breast like the mango tree struck by the canon-ball.” The irony of the coincidence of the political and the personal at the symbolic level cannot be ignored. It beautifully brings out the excellent storytelling of Anita Agnihotri in the backdrop of the history and culture of Bengal. There are three stories of Esha Dey. “Anya Jagat Anya Nari” (“Another World, Another Woman”) is a rather humorous story of a Bengali civil servant’s wife in newly independent India trying to “civilize” a poor domestic in a remote corner of Orissa. “Lapis Lazuli” is the story of a jeweler obsessed with his possession of the semi-precious stone in his collection. The set of lapis represents old beliefs and customs which he ultimately has to let go. There is a subtle poignancy in the story. The third story, “Satilakkhi” (“A Devoted Wife”) is filled with irony and humour where we see the wife of a crippled man goes in search of him when he deserts her to get back her transistor radio. It depicts the gendered subaltern in a new light.

            The two stories of Narendranath Mitra and Nabakumar Basu are more contemporary and urban in flavor. Narendranath Mitra’s story “Chor” (“Thief”) is the story of a kleptomaniac who in the end finds that his honest wife who has been struggling to make him give up his habit of stealing has now turned to a thief herself. The story works at various levels and is a psychological study of man-woman relationship and the temptations of doing a wrong for minor benefits. Nabakumar Basu in his story “Feydaa” (“Gain”) takes the readers beyond the shores of Bengal to a diasporic Bengali family where a visiting grandmother, Amiyabala, rediscovers herself in the company of the caregiver, Michelle, and simultaneously exposes the materialistic aspects of the pride of living abroad. This entire collection of Bengali stories translated into English takes the readers through a whole spectrum of Bengali life and brings out various aspects of the short story explored by its exponents in Bengali. Naina Dey’s book is a commendable addition to the corpus of Bengali literature in English translation. 

One Day in the Life of Sita’s Sisters: A Review of Sanjukta Dasgupta’s Sita’s Sisters

Sita’s Sisters by Sanjukta Dasgupta
Kolkata: Hawakal Publishers, 2019
Pp. 80
₹ 300.00 INR

Review by Amit Shankar Saha


In the Preamble to Sita’s Sisters Sanjukta Dasgupta writes: “In selecting ‘Sita’s Sisters’ as the title poem of my sixth volume of poetry, I feel the battle for gender equality and gender justice will have to go on, in a resolute and concerted manner… and urge my readers to read these poems as texts of resistance and resilience, confidently gesturing towards inevitable social change.” The first four poems of the volume are titled “Sita’s Sisters”, “Sita’s Lament”, “Sita and the Golden Deer” and “Sita Meets Lakshmi”. These four poems form a trajectory of how the mythological character of Sita transcends into the lives of her innumerable sisters populating the world who live as good women “belonging” to their men. These women, “Sita’s sad sister”, wait for Mother Earth to split open and rescue them but it no longer happens. Sita’s “incessant unbearable cries” turn to lament of her unfulfilled wishes to be free to “spread arms like a bird and fly away”. But she is not free to run off with the mythical golden deer because the men of the world have subverted the golden deer into bait and use it to satisfy their illegitimate wanton desires. And paradoxically they blame the women for making them chase a chimera. This kind of contradictory argument has been the basis of all patriarchal dominance.
The trope of the golden deer is often used by the male society to designate woman as the root of all evil and yet there is a total elision of the complicit and rather explicit conniving of the male characters in the mythologies to produce a desired result. Once such a situation is created, it is isolated from its context and maliciously used to justify the blame they put on women. This kind of subversion and oppression can only be overcome, as Sanjukta Dasgupta says, when “Sita Meets Lakshmi” because here Lakshmi is not “Lakshmi bound” but “Lakshmi unbound”. Sita is said to be an avatar of Goddess Lakshmi who is mythologized as eternally bound to hearth and home. But Sanjukta Dasgupta’s Lakshmi is out of doors and she is calling Sita and all her suffering sisters to join her. Sita joins her out of doors and paradoxically this act of transgression becomes an act of self-realization: “Sita stepped out/ To step into her own being”. Long ago in England Virginia Woolf had said something similar when in her works like “A Room of One’s Own” and “My Three Guineas” she had argued how material conditions are necessary to free a woman’s mind. Lakshmi represents that material aspect that makes it possible for a woman to venture out of doors and thereby to free her mind from the shackles of male bondage and think freely not only for her own self but for the entire world as an inclusive domain of prosperity.
So is this volume of poems a feminist manifesto? But then every writing by a woman is a feminist manifesto in guise because it rends a gash in a male-dominated literary canon of thousands of years. In fact the very act of writing by a woman itself is an act of rebellion. How can one not be a feminist? Sanjukta Dasgupta writes in “Why I am a Feminist”:
If only I had eyes which could not see
If only I had ears that could not hear
If only I had a mind that couldn’t think
If only I had a heart that couldn’t feel
If only I had been a puppet on a string
A robot, an Alexa, a programmed AI performer
Definitely then I would not have been a feminist!

A privileged empowered woman is one who has in her own awareness an awareness of all the women who have not been and still are not in her position of privilege and freedom. And for that matter how can any human being of conscience not be a feminist after having such an awareness? It is this sensitiveness that makes one a feminist and it is shown even when Sanjukta Dasgupta is writing about Kashmir in “Heaven on Earth” and “Valley of Fear”. When she writes a personal poem like “My Mother’s Harmonium” she still has that sensitiveness: “Trapped in a dark wooden coffin for years/ My mother’s harmonium resurrected”. Sanjukta Dasgupta becomes nostalgic and says that tonight she will let her fingers play old tunes on the old harmonium. In her poem “Though…” she writes that “Though we slept in the same bed for years/ You dreamt of hills, I dreamt of the seven seas.” The poem has a tenderness that makes the reader plunge into a private narrative but then comes a line like “You just wanted tea I wanted a new world”, which makes the reader think that there is a deep-seated desire not only for personal liberation but for a new world of freedom for all because a free mind is not truly free if the entire world is not free.
Poems like “Easter in Krakow”, “Park Street”, “A Failed Dream” (reworking on Tagore’s “Where the Mind is Without Fear”), “Texting vs Meeting” and some others are not explicitly feminist as they don’t have the context of gender in them. They are commentaries on places, cultures, societies, politics and current affairs. But still they have the compassion which is characteristic of being sensitive to the issue of gender. In poems like “That Night” and “Tropic of Cancer” she deals with diseases and maladies in an innovative way. In poems like “Calcutta/ Kolkata” and “Two in One: Calcutta” she shows her attachment with her native city. There are two cow poems, “Cows Blazing” and “The Dumb Cow”, where she uses humour to satirize the current affairs of the country. There are also two Gandhi poems, “One Hundred and Fifty Years Young” and “Dhoti Dance”. In the poem “Protest” she speaks of a “strange automated land” where “not a single voice rises in protest”. In these poems she gives socio-political insights and shows a kind of attitude that is needed to raise the status of Sita’s sisters at least for one day. That day will break the stereotype and essentialist designation of women. For Sanjukta Dasgupta that day, once it arrives in the lives of Sita’s sisters, will become emblematic of all the succeeding days. In that journey of emancipation she expects everyone to support Sita’s sisters.

Poet's bio:
Sanjukta Dasgupta: Former Professor and Former Head, Dept of English and Former Dean, Faculty of Arts, Calcutta University is a poet, critic and translator. She is the recipient of numerous national and international grants and fellowships and has lectured, taught and read her poems in India, Europe, USA and Australia. She was the Chairperson of the Commonwealth Writers Prize, United Kingdom. Dasgupta’s published books are The Novels of Huxley and Hemingway: A Study in Two Planes of Reality, Responses: Selected Essays, Snapshots (poetry), Dilemma (poetry), First Language (poetry), More Light (poetry), Her Stories (translations), Manimahesh (translation), The IndianFamily in Transition (co-edited SAGE). Media, Gender andPopular Culture in India: Tracking Change and Continuity (co- author, SAGE, 2012) ,Tagore: At Home in the World (co-editor SAGE 2013), Radical Rabindranath:Nation, Family and Gender in Tagore’s Fiction and Films (co-author, Orient Blackswan 2013), SWADES- Tagore’s Patriotic Songs (translation, VisvaBharati Publication Division, 2013), Abuse and Other Short Stories (Dasgupta Book Company, 2013), Towards Tagore A collection of Essays (ed. with introduction – Visva Bharati Publications, 2014), Golpo Sankalan: Translated Contemporary Bengali Short Stories (SahityaAkademi New Delhi 2016 reprinted 2018), Lakshmi Unbound (Poetry) 2017. Claiming Space for Australian Women’s Writing (co-edited. Publisher: Pan Macmillan, USA), 2017.

Reviewer's bio:
Dr. Amit Shankar Saha is an award-winning poet and short story writer. He has won the Poiesis Award,, Wordweavers Prize, Nissim International Runner-up Prize. He has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and the Griffin Poetry Prize. He is the co-founder of Rhythm Divine Poets, Assistant Secretary of Intercultural Poetry and Performance Library, Fiction Editor of Ethos Literary Journal and Chief Executive Editor of Virasat Art Publication. His two collections of poems are titled "Balconies of Time" and "Fugitive Words". He has a PhD in English from Calcutta University and teaches in the English Department of Seacom Skills University.

Amit Shankar Saha (Voices Within)

Amit Shankar Saha is an award-winning poet and short story writer. He has won the Poiesis Award, Wordweavers Prize, Nissim International Runner-up Prize. He has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and the Griffin Poetry Prize. He is the co-founder of Rhythm Divine Poets, Assistant Secretary of Intercultural Poetry and Performance Library, Fiction Editor of Ethos Literary Journal and Chief Executive Editor of Virasat Art Publication. His two collections of poems are titled "Balconies of Time" and "Fugitive Words". He has a PhD in English from Calcutta University and teaches in the English Department of Seacom Skills University.


Origin

What if I tell you
the story of my origin,
of how I was born
in a faraway cosmos
as one half of a galaxy,
of how I spent my childhood
with blackholes and supernovas,
where the frenetic winds made
leaves of many nebulas shake,
of how I used to travel
in envelops of time and space,
and in my youth loved not one
but each and every universe,
would you believe me?
So, I fabricate this fiction
of my mother and this earth.

What If in the Maps?

What if I joined you
for a fag in the middle -
passing the filter tip
from lip to lip,
exchanging clouds of carbon
between our lungs,
and smokescreening the world
we vanished from the venue?
What if
in the maps of our beings
we discover a secret
island of possibilities
where the nights are gossamer
and the stars all untrimmed?

Hermitage

You know at night
when I lie in my room,
the room becomes a hermitage.
The world outside
recedes far away.
Even you are not there.
Only memories
cohabit with me.
They speak to me,
I ask them to be quiet.
Nostalgia comes easy,
sometimes riding on
the tunes of a sitar,
sometimes out of nowhere.
You know if you breathe
close to me
you can smell

this hermitage. 

Voices Within-2020 :: Setu, February 2020

Memory Ecologies: A Review of Amit Shankar Saha’s Fugitive Words.

Review by: Sutanuka Ghosh Roy


Title:  Fugitive Words
Author:  Amit Shankar Saha
Page: 101, paperback
Price: ₹300.00
ISBN: 978-93-87883-69-7
Edition: (June 2019)
Published by Hawakal Publishers, Kolkata (India)


     Fugitive Words is the second collection of poems (first being Balconies of Time) by Amit Shankar Saha, an award-winning poet and short story writer. He is the co-founder of Rhythm Divine Poets and fiction editor of Ethos Literary Journal. As Dustin Pickering, in his foreword to the volume, describes, “Amit S. Saha explores memory and desire through the lens of loss and despair. The grief is beyond personal”. “…As we travel these poems, we are introduced to a scientific understanding that is compatible with humanist spirituality”. Ra Sh in the blurb to the book writes, “Amit’s poems in their journey with words and memories are not limited to any singular species of memories, but are drawn from many histories and geographies.” The poems bring forth the literary mediation of memory and experience set in the narratives of particular time, space and milieu. The understanding of memory mediated through the poems refers to a specific modality of reflection by which the poet examines lived experiences ingrained into poetry. The approach is to arrive at propositions which locate poetry as an archive for memory. In the poem “Paisley”, Amit writes:

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You, who will find her one evening smiling
at me while wishing an untimely goodbye
and leave me with you under a roof roofless,
know her footsteps echo an ancient
amnesia of the beginning where
she left paisleys of footprints on the leaves
for generations of my rebirth to see
and not recognize the fossils of the past (25)

Memory here is not referred to as an abstraction per se- but a way of passing through the empirical in order to prepare new entities of interpreting poetry.

In the poem “Spices”, Amit writes,
In Paradise Pickle Factories
smell of grandmothers sits
cross-legged to tell stories
of spices who went on long
voyages across the seas.
In that long long past
Forefathers and foremothers
of fenugreek and cardamom
traded in gold and silver
in the bazars of Persia.
… Today in my turmeric mind
when I recall their memory,
listening to smells, smelling stories,
tastes of a bay-leaf past
seep in with all the oils and cloves. (23)

     
Sutanuka Ghosh Roy
It is important not to see memory as the inevitable result of merely an accumulation of data or information. The varied fields of poetic representations have changed the contours of memory formation and re-cognition which leads to new conceptual innovations and ideas. Another poem “Your Grandmother’s Sari”, speaks of his grandmother who has left many saris for his mother who wears them now. Along with the saris he is reminded of her habit of having betel nuts. The chief object of Amit’s poem is to determine the relationship between memory of everyday experience, lived events and its translation into poetry.

    The poet stoically sits through the night reveals layers of personal passions, social insights and aesthetic delight,
If I remember you tonight,
it is because my fugitive
memory escapes the flaccid hours
spent on the banks of forgetfulness. (“Scattering”,49).

The comparative study of both the written way of representing memory and reproduction of memory is the central argument here.

The poet is quite an expert in economy of words carefully picking and choosing them. The words speak for more than poet himself...
my words, those that live in huts by the tracks,
who owns their lives in this light of dusk?
They clamber into my poems
like a broken bridge half-way into a river,
like a broken roof half-way into a house. (“My Words”,15)

These words are “fugitive words”, they are literal fugitives, they escape the legal proceedings against them and find themselves rounded up in the verses.
I have jailed my heart,
no fugitive words
will escape from it
except in disguise
like those trespassers. (“Fugitive Words”, 65)

   The poet thus adopts a human approach to reach those dark fugitive lands of our essence. In this dark land he speaks of rains,
Two drops of water dribble
And settle on a scooter seat but
Their meniscuses don’t meet.
The days become wet and sticky
Like folded damp paper. (“Forgetting the Rains”, 60).

    In some of his poems like “This Bijoya”, “Autumning”,”Grey Love”, “Rai”, “Brinda”, “Binodini” Amit does the “code-mixing”, having a dialogue between Bengali and English words, which is integral to the poems ideas of place as well as identity. Words like “Bijoya”, “Hemanta”, “Rai”, “Binodini” reflects the Indianness of the sociolinguistic trends in India. The long poem “Lahore Bomb Blast Series” speak volumes, and pulls the heartstrings!”The Hind Shawl Repairing House” is steeped in nostalgia and leave the readers to ruminate. Fugitive Words uses stored memory for future use and the poems in this collection acts as a repository. Unlike a human mind it is not prone to everyday degeneration. Through these acts one visits, revisits the past as well as the present and future. The artistic cover add to the aesthetic pleasure of the reading experience.

Voices Within: Amit Shankar Saha


Dr. Amit Shankar Saha is an award-winning poet and short story writer. He has won the Poiesis Award for Excellence in Literature and Wordweavers Prize amongst other awards. He has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and the Griffin Poetry Prize. His works have received commendable mention in Cha ‘Void’ Poetry Contest and Wingword Poetry Contest. His articles, stories and poems have appeared in newspapers, magazines, journals and anthologies nationally and internationally. He has authored a collection of poems titled Balconies of Time. He is an Assistant Professor in the Department of English at Seacom Skills University.


Building the Pacific Ocean

Tonight, I can build the Pacific Ocean,
plunging into a buoyant darkness,
send sonars from my lips
to bounce at your depths.
I can dig deep and hold
water on pillars of patience.
On other days it may take years
but not tonight...
Tonight, is the night when
grief consorts with delight,
an ailing body renews its cells
in an obstinate wait
at the placid surface
for a recalcitrant echo.

The Water Diviner

Your words at the end of the week
beget a month of wordlessness

My words become a tourniquet
on my vacillating forehead

You are the gloaming of the day
slowly fading out on tiptoes

My solicitude becomes frail
as memories starve in the night

I, a water diviner, search
for a solvent to sustain life

A gossamer world spins a web
to entrap my unconsciousness


Atoms of My Psyche

Butterflies in the grass swing from stems
Two storks’ flap over electric poles
The moor by the marshland moan dissent
Far on the circumference traffic ply
A warm wind makes my eyelids blink
A breeze makes a long leaf discontent
From outside the transparent panes
Spying trees look into my face
Shaking in disbelief at the opacity
Of some indefinite influence

Blindness

A pole tilts on stilled breeze
A bare-branched tree laughs at the sky
Climbers climb down the fence in a rotten mass
The metaled road mixes with the red path
A caged fan flips the summer air under a bored light
Plants in pots hide sounds of sustenance
Behind the wind, wind-chimes rehearse being dead
Blindness is the smell of coffee we never had


Voices Within - Complete List of Poets ::  Setu, January 2019

Amit Shankar Saha: Author Interview by Lopa Banerjee


“Poetry is more akin to music than painting”, says Amit Shankar Saha: Author of 'Balconies of Time'

Balconies of Time’, the debut poetry collection of Amit Shankar Saha had reached my home in Texas, USA after quite a series of erroneous attempts of shipping the book long-distance. However, once I reached me, I looked at its simple, yet evocative cover portraying the intimate essence of a house, an emotional string that I had left in the unnamed alleys of my maiden home in Kolkata, India, and thereafter started my journey of reading the book cover-to-cover, reading each poem in the collection as a unique room, window, balcony, door of that ubiquitous house, which I might have never escaped from ever.

Being a friend and fellow poet of Rhythm Divine Poets, where Amit, the author is the co-founder, the instinctive and instant connection that we made with each other was through the device of poetry and words. Hence, quite naturally, when I finished reading his book, there were questions about its intrinsic theme, its complex yet endearing emotional nuances that were bubbling in my mind, and thus the seed of this author interview was sown, and eventually brought to fruition with a deft and critical analysis by the author himself, dissecting his work, triggered by my questions.

Lopa Banerjee: First of all, many congratulations, Amit, on the publication of ‘Balconies of Time’. The lines of the title poem in the collection echo in my mind with a lingering impact after I finished reading. “There’s a hollow in the forest/Which the night cannot fill/ And the sleepy blue ocean/Walks sleepy blue still. There’s a hollow in the strangers, Hollow in their glances/Lurking in the faded corners/With folded hemline of chances.” There is a lot of sensitivity in the lines, the depiction of emotive imagery, as aptly described in the foreword to the book by Dr. Sanjukta Dasgupta, poet, academician and literary scholar. Would you say your poetry emerged from reading the classic romantic poets or the modern poets Walt Whitman, W.B. Yeats et al?
Amit Shankar Saha: Thank you. The aim of the collection was to have a persistence of impact on the minds of the readers and I am happy that is what is happening. My poetry emerged from reading the classic romantic poets but I have been writing serious poetry for about twenty years now so it has developed with further readings of the modern poets though not exactly Whitman but Yeats, Eliot and others definitely. At different stages of my poetic career I have written different types of poetry under different influences. However, what comes out eventually is both an amalgamation of influences as well as originality. It is my individual voice now.
Lopa:  Many of the poems in your debut collection 'Balconies of Time' have the essence of nostalgia of belonging, in relation to the feelings of home, places you have visited physically or metaphorically, objects that are both part of your inner microcosm and well as the greater visual, visceral reality. Would you agree to this observation, and if yes, how would you explain it in relation to your body and mind?
Amit: At a literary festival I once heard Anita Desai say that nostalgia is not good for a writer as it comes easy and makes the writer complacent. But you will not find the typical usage of nostalgia in my poems because the sense undergoes a metaphorical metamorphosis and thereby reflects what you aptly termed as my inner microcosm. People who know me superficially find it difficult to imagine that I am the same person who writes these poems. Sometimes I too search for that person who writes my poems.
Lopa: Before this collection happened, some of these poems you have mentioned, have been published in literary journals and e-zines. Tell us a few words about the birth of this compilation and what particularly inspired you to name the book 'Balconies of Time'. Has it been a deeply philosophical choice, or is it a name that tries to decode the intrinsic emotional meanings of the m├йlange of poems?
Amit:  The compilation has poems selected from those mainly composed between 2015 and 2017. The poems were written during a very inspired phase of my life where there was a great upheaval of feelings. The title poem itself was inspired, as I have stated in the acknowledgement, by the words of my fellow poet Ananya Chatterjee. I had stated earlier somewhere that these poems chart an evolution of time from one state of situ to another. They bring in moods where the experiences of the poet become poetry. These emotional experiences are added with my travel experiences between Kolkata and Bolpur. Bolpur gave me new rustic metaphors whereas Kolkata always stood for urbanity from where I connected with the world, world where my friends travelled to. The private and personal mix with the public and social and become an aesthetic whole in my poems.  
Lopa: As a scholar of English literature, many of your poems in this collection and also your other published poems have deeply nuanced language and imagery embedded in their core. For example, in the poem ‘Silverfish’, you write a poetic fable: “As I lie on my bed/And the night eats me up/A silverfish comes to my rescue…A long lost thought that lies/folded in the cupboard/Seeks a sudden breath of fresh air”. Again, in the poem ‘Gyre’, you write these lines which depict your passion for the beauty of the abstract: “Today I sit to write/the last poem of the year. Words queue to climb/the anthill of poetry. They mate with each other/to give birth to meaning.” Would you say poetry as a medium of art/expression derives its essential strength from the subtle rubrics of strong, distinctive imageries?
Amit: I believe poetry has to do simultaneously with imagery and sound. Even when a poem is read in the mind and not aloud, the sound of the words that depict the images has to leave a persistence of memory. Poetry is more akin to music than painting. When you see a painting you usually see the whole of it at a time, whereas you listen to only a part of the music at a time. Similarly, you read a poem only in parts – words, one line at a time perhaps. Often I forget the first lines of poems of some length with abstract imagery while reading because they don’t have persistence of memory of the lines in my mind because the sound of the words is not lingering. I try that does not happen with my poems. Poetry is definitely strengthened by distinctive imageries but those imageries have to be sustained in the minds of the readers through appropriate sounding words.
Lopa: It would be very interesting to know what inspired your introductory poem of the book 'Awadh' where you pay a tribute to Mirza Ghalib, the Urdu-Persian bard. Did the lyricism of Urdu Shayari and the Ghazal form entice you as a poet? We poets often say that poetry writing is a cathartic experience for us on the emotional plane. Do you think the catharsis is stronger in the Urdu Shayari genre of poetry, or does the complex emotional nuances of English poetry let us explore catharsis more strongly?
Amit: When I was compiling the collection, I had first thought of putting the title poem at the beginning, but then I put it in the middle and decided to start the collection with ‘Awadh’ since it goes back in history and time. It harks back to a different era of poetry and defines an age that is no longer there – an age of the bards of Urdu poetry that was overrun by the Empire. Moreover, the poem is one of the first poems that I recited at a poetry meet organized by Rhythm Divine Poets. So, it justifies itself as a precursor in more sense than one. I am definitely enticed by Urdu Shayari and Ghazal. My poems have both the influences of Indian as well as Western tradition of composing poems. As for being cathartic, poetry is cathartic irrespective of the traditions. It depends on the poet. We are privileged to have access and understanding of both the traditions and that enrich our poetry greatly.

Lopa:  I sense after reading your poems on certain places and landmarks of Kolkata, including Some Place Else, Park Street, Gariahat, Southern Avenue that Kolkata, the city becomes a metaphor for remembrances and an intrinsic sense of emptiness, like a drink in which you, the poet drowns, to “swim with loss.” In the poem ‘Gariahat’, emblematic of the bustling street of Kolkata, you write: “That day we flew over the island of Gariahat./ The flyover licked us/and we were lifted up in incredible lightness/of being in love.” In these lines, we find the urban semantics, the post-modern imagery that embraces the physical landscape of the city and your metaphorical realities in very minimalist, yet strong poetic expressions. What would you say about this observation about Kolkata as your muse?
Amit: Kolkata has been a witness to my happy times and sad times, so naturally it finds a place in my poems. The city gave me urban metaphors – so many places are associated with remembrances. Every moment that has gone past leaves a certain sense of emptiness. I can revisit the same place but not the same moment and hence the sense of loss which is good for a poet, for it leads to the quintessential postmodernist philosophy of presentism. But I link it with Keatsian struggle between transience and permanence. A poet is a person who is caught between paradoxes, stranded amidst dilemmas, momentarily immobilized by predicaments. Kolkata as a muse has given me the semantics to explore such emotions.

Lopa: The sensuality of erotic poetry also finds ample voice in your poem ‘Discovering Guilt’. “Your body I peel like an orange/And your eyes an inflorescence split in two,/ Your breasts I suckle like a hot day/And your breath I take in kisses askew..” What is your take on the element of eroticism in English poetry and how do you think has it evolved over the years?
Amit: Usually I struggle to write erotic poetry but friends and fellow poets help me to achieve some measure of success when I attempt it. It is very important for a poet to get constructive feedback especially from those who have been successful in that genre and I have been fortunate in that regard. As for eroticism in English poetry, I have been influenced by the sensuousness of Coleridge’s ‘Christabel’, Keats’s ‘The Eve of St. Agnes’. Eroticism in English poetry has definitely evolved from the bawdy verses of Earl of Rochester to the stark realities of modern times. But there are other languages too where erotic verses have flowered considerably.
Lopa: Let me ask you about my most favorite poem in the collection, ‘Double Helix’. You write: “I have my mother’s genes, /I am not a poet/And this is not a poem. /At the crossroad this will not pay for my coffee./It is still the seventies/And we are still unborn.” The lines juxtaposed against each other in the poem depicting a ruthless narrative of the seventies which merges with our own postmodern realities. Was this particular poem born out of angst or the tyranny of nostalgia?
Amit: This poem is a perfect example of multiple layering of meanings in a poem. I composed it after a fellow poet posted her mother’s poem in Facebook. I delve into the circumstances of my mother who never got an opportunity to write a verse, being too surrounded by household duties as a housewife. So this is a feminist poem. But it is not only that. It is also about me when I contradict myself by stating that my poem is not a poem. It is just a statement of hard realities of life. So it is a deeply personal poem. But the poet that I am, is also a product of his times being born in the late seventies at the end of a turbulent decade when my peers too were born and grew up. So the poem transcends the personal and goes into the social sphere. Towards the ending, the poem becomes almost political in raising questions of right and left spectrum of political ideologies. The poem was written at a time when there was this controversy of the Bengali poet Srijato’s poem which was deemed to be not in good taste by a certain political class. This poem was my response to the right-left conundrum. But despite this political angle, the interrogation is from a very personal point of view where I go back to my mother and my fellow poet’s mother and query which of them will now become a Naxalite. History has given us enough evidence of repercussions of rising extremism. But the layering does not end there. Apart from these immediate contemporary and historical realities there is this whole look into the business of a poem. The poem was written after World Poetry Day which is celebrated by many coffee shops around the world where you pay for your coffee with your poem. So it also interrogates the purpose of a poem as a non-utilitarian creation of imagination which comments on social, political, historical, as well as personal and private realities of life with an aesthetic consciousness. Poetry is art and through my conversation with my fellow poet in this poem, I am delving symbolically into the genesis of it – the genes of art within the double helix of artistic creation. There are many other layers which perhaps the reader will discover further. No doubt it is your favourite poem and also mine and whenever I read it in gatherings, I am appreciated.

Lopa: On the other hand, there are poems like ‘Suicide Bomber’, “The Wilderness of Binsar’ and ‘Silhouettes’, ‘Aleppo’ etc. where several human images convey the essence of the multi-layered politics of the world of our times, the world in a state of flux, of turmoil and turbulence. How would you say the personal and political collides with each other in your collection of poems?

Amit: Exactly the point I am getting at. The personal is political and the political personal. When I am writing about love I am also commenting about a political situation and vice versa. Love and politics intersect and the turmoil of the world reflects the turmoil in my mind. So each state can be interchangeably used linked by poignant metaphors. A poem should yield to multiple interpretations and this is how through metaphors it is embedded with meanings.

Lopa:  In the foreword, Dr. Sanjukta Dasgupta very engagingly elucidates the ever-expanding domain of Indian English poetry and how poets like Parthasarathy, Kamala Das, Nissim Ezekiel et al had employed the English language in their poetry as a means of liberation of their poetic selves by indulging in cultural pluralism, that resulted in “a cultural bridge between the home and the world.” We would like to know how you envision this entire process as a poet belonging to the domain of Indian English poetry.
Amit: There has always been cultural pluralism and history has proof of it. No one except those who are still stuck in primitive time warp can escape cultural pluralism. Just as no poem can have its meaning alone, no culture can have its meaning alone. I have been influenced by both Indian and Western tradition of poetry and it is a great advantage. This advantage needs to be exploited to produce good poetry. English is the language in which I am proficient and it is the language of my imagination. But that does not mean I don’t use words from other Indian languages. Cultural pluralism gives Indian poetry that richness.

Lopa: As a co-founder of Rhythm Divine Poets, a poetry and arts collaborative based in Kolkata, you have been engaged in curating and conducting many poetry and literature events in the heart of the city. Kolkata has had the privilege of being the cultural capital of India since many moons now, and poetry and art has been at the core of the city a long time before the birth of this new generation of writers and artists who inhabit the city now. What are the most fascinating elements of the poetry revolution in Kolkata currently that you would like to share?
Amit: Rhythm Divine Poets (RDP), co-founded with Sufia Khatoon and Anindita Bose, has created through sustained efforts a sort of revolution in the poetry scene of Kolkata. It has given Kolkata visibility in the poetry circles of the nation as well as the world. The events that we organize round the year give local and visiting poets a platform in the city. We have been appreciated by many people. But it could not have happened without the support of senior poets like Sanjukta Dasgupta and Sharmila Ray. Now there is also Intercultural Poetry and Performance Library (IPPL) which has joined the bandwagon and we look forward to even more poetry related events and promotion of the art form. What is most fascinating about this poetry revolution in Kolkata is the enthusiasm of poets like Ananya Chatterjee, Joie Bose, Nikita Parik, Ruth Pal Chaudhuri, Kushal Poddar and others in participating in the cause and promoting the art. It is very encouraging and positive. Also we have been very receptive to collaborations locally, nationally and internationally. RDP believes that integration and autonomy can exist side by side and we can always be open to better alternatives through out-of-the-box thinking.
Lopa: What message would you like to give to young aspirant poets, university students, young professionals from diverse sectors in India who want to dive into the world of poetry publishing? Would you tell them that in spite of many claiming otherwise, poetry is there to stay as a timeless aesthetic art form?
Amit: Poetry is definitely there to stay. It has been there even before the birth of language in the music of birdsongs and it will outlive all of us. My advice to young poets is two-fold: first the practical one – write, choose and then publish. It is a long process and unless you have written enough it is foolhardy to publish a book of mediocre verses for a serious poet. Start by getting published in journals and magazines. RDP runs the Poetry Chapbook Contest and so does many other organizations outside India. Participate in those competitions and get noticed. The second advice is that since the poetry scene is now very vibrant, you have to work really hard if you want to belong to the contemporary poetry scene. Don’t adopt unfair means but rather invest yourself in the study of traditional as well as contemporary poetry. Don’t seek instant success else you will end up just being a flash in the pan. Aesthetics require cultivation. If you are good, and to know that it will take time, you should have the sense that you will be among the poets for posterity.

BIOS:
Amit Shankar Saha

Dr. Amit Shankar Saha is a faculty member in the Department of English at Seacom Skills University. He did his PhD in English from Calcutta University in 2010. He is also a researcher, a short story writer and a poet. His research articles have appeared in journals and anthologies nationally and internationally. His short stories and poems have been published in periodicals and books both in India and abroad. He has won prizes at a number of writing competitions which include Poiesis Award for Excellence in Literature (Short story-2015), Wordweavers Prize (Poetry-2011, Short story-2014), The Leaky Pot - Stranger than Fiction Prize  (2014), Asian Cha – Void Poetry Prize (Commendable mention-2014), Reuel International Prize for Poetry (Shortlisted-2016). Dr. Amit Shankar Saha is also the co-founder and coordinator of Rhythm Divine Poets, a Kolkata-based poets group dedicated to the promotion of poetry.

Lopamudra Bannerjee
Lopamudra Banerjee is an author and poet based in Dallas, Texas. Her memoir Thwarted Escape: An Immigrant’s Wayward Journey (Authorspress, 2016) has been First Place Category Winner at Journey Awards 2014 hosted by Chanticleer Reviews and also received Honorary Mention at Los Angeles Book Festival 2017. She has received the International Reuel Prize for Translation (2016) for Rabindranath Tagore’s ‘Nastanirh’ translated as ‘The Broken Home’ and also the International Reuel Prize for Poetry 2017 instituted by The Significant League. She has been a featured poet/artist at Dark Moon Poetry, a women’s poetry, Dallas. Her poetry, stories and essays have appeared at reputed literary journals and anthologies. Her recent publication titled ‘Woman and Her Muse’ published by Authorspress, is a collection of poetry and memoir inspired by art, travel, Kolkata and cinema.