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Towards a Powerful Idiom in Bangla Poetry: Subodh Sarkar’s Poetry

Jaydeep Sarangi
An incident made Subodh Sarkar a poet when he was a class xi student. He was at Krishnanagar Railway station with some of his schoolmates, not to board any train, but to fritter away time by watching busy passengers rushing in and out. A Vagabond was loitering on the platform behind us, possibly looking for some food. A train was approaching the station. He took safe site, not to be jostled by passengers. All of a sudden, in a jiffy, the vagabond jumped before the approaching train. There was a roar followed by deep silence. Everyone around the place thought the vagabond was finished, but to our utter surprise he came to find him on the second platform, eating bread from a small packet he picked up from rail lines. The schoolboy Subodh looked at him through the empty space between two compartments; he looked back at him with a queer deathly smile on the corner of his lips. Subodh Sarkar wrote his first poem that night about the smile. He wrote many poems after that incident. But that smile continued to smile for last 36 years of his career as a writer. This is the smile that made him what he is today. He wrote in an interview, “I cannot write a single poem without remembering the smile. That smile is hunger, that smile is Asia. That smile is Africa, Latin America.”


For the poet in early days, his second meal was uncertain. His father, who was a school teacher, died an unseasonable death. They were six members in the family with a young widow mother with a white cloth on as a Hindu ritual, as a mark of bereavement. There was no writer, no poet for young Subodh to mentor. There was only fear of hunger, a fear that was eating up his vitals. Hunger for him at that time was a strong holocaust. He wrote several poems dedicating his father. So many to count! ‘On His Death Anniversary: For My Father’ is one of them:

Before the sunset I stood in the field
Only one tree, no bird is seen
From the trees came a man, dhoti clad
I said: you look lanky, I was
 In class eight, you could earn meagre amount
Irritated with elder sisters, quarrel. Now we
Are doing well, shifting to a new house next month
Let’s move if you can—will introduce to my mother jokingly,
You will not recognise her. (Jaydeep Sarangi, Not in My Name)


Born in 1958 Subodh Sarkar is a committed soul maker with many colourful hats. The poetic self of Subodh Sarkar generates meaning out of dry and prosaic terrains of life’s daily acts where imagination conjures up more mysteries. Most of his poems are collage of ideas effortlessly streaming from lived moments of creative zeal. There is nothing ornate about the cadence. His Srestha Kavita is “tour de force.” Subodh Sarkar is a leading story teller in verse with a rare capacity to attract his readers. Young generation relates life and its problems to Subodh Sarkar’s poems. There is an indomitable gusto that invites a reader or a sensitive mind to his poetry. He reminded us the literary, social and political tradition of Pablo Neruda, Nicanor Parra, Roberto Bola├▒o and other leading Chilean poets. Like Parra and his Latin American counterparts, Subodh Sarkar’s poems glitter with a rare sweet touch of simplicity and lucidity that mark his poetic idioms subtle where the corpus is an inviting discourse. Many of his poems were anecdotal, but just because they tell a story is no reason why one should regard them as falling short of the poetic. His style of poems influenced next generation of Bengali poets like Angshuman Kar, Binayak Bandopadhyay and Srijato. Thousands of budding poets follow Subodh Sarkar and his brand of poetry.

When he was still at school, the Naxalite movement broke out which popularized a slogan, Chaina`s chairman is our chairman. The musings in Bangla are often short, compact and witty. There are some long poems in between. Some poems show the poet’s vast knowledge of life. The poet is aware of what is happening around the world. Some poems are satiric by temper. Poems in this collection are not just the experiences and realization of life , the poet rather moves towards aesthetic celebration, not just physical, but also spiritual. Poetry for Subodh Sarkar is like a hammer with which he breaks many walls at different grounds.
Central Sahitya Academy Prize winning poet and the editor of Indian Literature Subodh Sarkar reads different from the common run of contemporary Bangla poets. His control over language is like a competent master and the wordsmith. These poems are written over a period of three and half decades or so under various socio political contexts and poetic reactions to personal and social life around the poet. The poet has participated in several International Poetry Festivals and has read his poetry and papers at countries like Taiwan , Germany, France, USA and Czech Republic. Invited by IWP, University of Iowa he participated in the New Symposium at Paros, a Greek Island, in 2007. He also visited Russia and Turkey as a member of the Indian Writers’ delegation organized by the Sahitya Akademi. He has interviewed some seminal international poets including Allen Ginsberg, British poet Sir Stephen Spender, Chilean poet Nicanore Parra and the first black male American Pulitzer prize winner poet, Yusef Komunyakaa. All these contributed to Subodh Sarkar’s writing when the poetic idiom is ever evolving. His poems are powerful like a volcano or Tsunami. Such wordy pool of eruption we see in the poems of Sarkar - they shake his readers deep within - violently! His poems deal with rich mosaic of thoughts and concerns related to Indian ethos, nuances and linguistic mileage that reflect various facets of life and its routine course:
“Mothers of Manipur redefined my mother with a new name.
Where mothers walk naked in a procession
Commanders of ocean and earth, what you were doing then?”
  (From ‘Mother of Manipur’)

 Some of his very important poems include, ‘New Shah Rukh Khan’, ‘Ant Eggs’, ‘Bluff’, ‘Sari’, ‘ One Roti Only’, ‘Sita’, ‘Gandhi’ ‘Bio Data of A Dog’, ‘Bengali or english’, 'Mother of Manipur’ and ‘Mourning and Honeymoon’. ‘Behala’s Boy’, a thoughtful poem on Saurav Ganguly moved lovers of cricket. It’s a fitting tribute the Dada of Kolkata whom we all love. ‘Can I Take Your Wife as Loan’ is an example of Subodh Sarkar’s wit and humour. The mosaic is unique and varied. In the process, we get acquainted with some wonderful works of art and verbal felicity. His book Amar Kobita Amar Jiban (2015) introduced us to the background of some interesting poems based on social and political issues of this fashionable time when the world is a fast melting pot.


Subodh Sarkar is a staunch supporter of deshi literature. For him, mother tongue is like mother’s milk. He has expressed his concern for the mushrooming of literature in English in India. Vernacular literature is on ventilation. In one of his editorials in Bhashanagar (Vol I,Feb. 2015) he jokingly says, “Bangla Literature will be written in English.” He retorts if someone writes in Bangla he will burn his forehead; he will not be able to buy even a Barnol. English is now the language of the market, production and the produced. We cannot deny the fact that English Language is a powerful tool of cultural control as it works through a system of cultural values and nuances. Popular Literature often enjoys this powerful position. Chetan Bhagat’s writing is an indicator of the popular demand and supply in literary productions these days. College-goers go crazy! It’s a hot debate whether Subodh Sarkar’s poems are under popular staff or canonical. Anyway, Subodh Sarkar added power to Bengali idiom. Today’s popular may run classic tomorrow. Time speaks in volume. We shall not limit our views within textual productions and its readership. We further relate the production to identity management and power distribution within a bilingual map and beyond. A poet’s success lies in moving hearts and to compel the readers to revisit his poems again in again, in different seasons. Sarkar’s is like the notes in a symphony , rising, falling, diverging and coalescing for eternity in the midst of trouble times.

NOTE:
All textual quotations are from the flowing book:

Not in My Name, Selected Poems by Subodh Sarkar, edited by Jaydeep Sarangi, Authorspress, New Delhi, 2018
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Jaydeep Sarangi is a bilingual poet with nine collections latest being Heart Raining the Light (2020) released in Italy. Sarangi has read his poems in different shores of the globe. His later readings were at Flinders University, University of Western Australia, University of South Australia,University of Wollongong, Perth Poetry Club (Australia), University of Udine (Italy) and University of Rezeszow (Poland). Sarangi is on the editorial boards of different journals featuring poetry and articles on poetry like Mascara Literary Review, Transnational Literature, (Australia), Teesta, WEC (India). He is a professor of English and principal at New Alipore College, Kolkata.
E mail: jaydeepsarangi@gmail.com

Interview: Jaydeep Sarangi on translating poetry by Goutam Karmakar

Talking on Not in My Name: Selected Poems (1978-2017) of Subodh Sarkar: A Fliptalk with Jaydeep Sarangi


Goutam Karmakar: At first heartiest congratulations to you sir for translating, editing and compiling the selected poems of Subodh Sarkar in this grand way.

Jaydeep Sarangi: Thank you!
Let me quote Prof. Bashabi Fraser’s comments, “There is a certain timelessness about these poems, as they range from the tenderness of love to the anguish of betrayal.” It is an enriching experience for me. Christopher Merrill, the author of Self-Portrait with Dogwood says, “What good luck, it is to have a selection of Subodh Sarkar's powerful poems in English translation. This is a happy day for literature.” So it is! For me, it’s tuition. My translation is a humble way to read Subodhda’s poems. It is not definite. I thank all noble souls involved in the book. 

GK: Before asking you a few questions regarding the book, can you tell us something about your acquaintance with Subodh Sarkar? For how long do you know each other?
Jaydeep Sarangi

JS: My Kolkata residence is only ten minutes away from Subodhda’s Siridi housing. I’m familiar with his works for more than two decades, and close to him personally for more than twelve years. His smart and bold diction is unique. ‘Mothers of Manipur` he wrote after the mothers came down to the streets, they stood up nude in front of the Assam Rifles Headquarters in Imphal as a protest against the draconian law empowering the Indian Army to shoot and rape, if they desire so. It moved me.

His book Amar Kobita Amar Jiban (2015) introduced me to the background of some interesting poems. I read some insightful interviews with the poet in magazines and conceived the trajectory of the poetic mode during these days and conceived many ideas. This mapping the terrain got me in the development of Bangla poetry in the last two decades. Working with him closely is always learning several things related to life and writing. The project took nearly three years. We sat together for nearly thirty times. Unforgettable experience! 

Goutam Karmakar

GK: Although you provide details about this book in your translator’s note, but for the general readers allow me to ask these questions. Why did you take the initiatives of translating, editing and compiling the selected poems of Subodh Sarkar? And apart from Subodh Sakar who are the other Bengali writers whose works you have translated?

JS: Born in Krishnagar, Nadia in 1958 Subodh Sarkar is a committed artist with many feathers in his colourful hat. The poetic self of Subodh Sarkar generates meaning out of dry and prosaic terrains of life’s daily acts where imagination conjures up more mysteries. Most of his poems are a collage of ideas effortlessly streaming from living moments of creative zeal. Therefore, we may be right when we claim Srestha Kavita as “tour de force.” Subodh Sarkar is a leading story teller in verse with a rare capacity to attract his readers. There is an indomitable gusto that invites a reader or a sensitive mind to his poetry. He reminded me the literary, social and political tradition of Pablo Neruda, Nicanor Parra, Roberto Bola├▒o and other leading Chilean poets. Like Parra and his Latin American counterparts, Subodh Sarkar’s poems glitter with a rare sweet touch of simplicity and lucidity that mark his poetic idioms subtle where the corpus is an inviting discourse. He consciously avoids the abstract and elusive use of symbols and metaphors unless absolutely crucial to the poetic intention. His poems are close to my heart. Besides all these Krishnagar is also my first place of service. I remember my Government service and happy days there. My wife also comes from Krishnagar.

I’ve already translated Bangla writers like Nazrul Islam, Bhaskar Chakraborty, Jatin Bala, Kalyani Thakur, Kapilkrishna Thakur and Manohar Mouli Biswas for anthologies, journals, books and projects in India, Bangladesh, USA and Australia.

GK: The title of this volume shows that the poems of Subodh Sarkar are dedicated to his wife Mallika Sengupta who died in 2011.  Tell us something about Mallika Sengupta in this context.

JS: Mallika Sengupta is an iconoclast. She had her own idiom:
“After the battle said Chenghis Khan
the greatest pleasure of life,
is in front of the vanquished enemy
to sleep with his favourite wife.”
    (Kathamanabi, Bhashanagar, kolkata, 2005, (tr. Amitabha Mukerjee)

The Bangla poetry scene is searching for another Mallika Sengupta. Her untimely demise is an irreparable loss to Bangla poetry. She was the mentor for many Bangla poets of the day. Subodhda has several poems on Mallikadi.

I see my daughter reading Mallika Sengupta’s poems and reciting them for cultural appearances.

GK: Both you and Sanjukta Dasgupta mentioned the reformative zeal of Sobodh Sarkar and according to you “there is always social rage mode, which marks Subodh Sarkar’s poetry which concentrates basically on the experiences of agony, anger, new social ethos and revolutionary hope.” While translating and editing his poems how far do these revolutionary ideas inspire you? And do you find any similarity between his poems and yours in this context?

JS: The poems are to be appreciated for their rhetoric. The poet uses a variety of linguistic devices to convey his reflections. Poetry for Subodh Sarkar is like a hammer with which he breaks many walls at different grounds. His poems are the product of the poet’s sincerity and commitment. I’ve worked with the Dalits and the aborigines. I am already familiar with this military and blunt use of idioms. Literature cannot be a sweet lollipop when the society is burning with issues and make beliefs. The poet is aware of what is happening around the immediate and beyond. Subodh Sarkar is an artist. His involvement in burning socio-political issues attracted me. It was learning for me. I grabbed the opportunity in two hands.

Poetry saves a man from moments of frustration and dejection. Mundane wishes come and go. A poet has a sensitive heart to feel all these arrivals and departures of wishes and dreams. Only readers can rate my poems. The smell of salt and lime rolls over the sand and the sky. Touched words pulsate within me.

GK: As a translator what are the problems did you face while translating Subodh Sarkar’s poems, specially his certain Bengali idioms, words and phrases? Kindly tell us your experiences as a translator of this book.

JS: One of the biggest challenges faced by me is to recreate before the English reading audience, the unfamiliar artefacts, culturally loaded terms, dialects, specific cultural nuances and emotions of life experienced by the poet. No translation is complete and binding. I made drafts and then revised at least for three, four times to remain faithful to the text. I tried to make out the abstract ideas and images. The poet was very kind in helping me out whenever I had an idea of doubt all these days. He had gone through all translations patiently and sat with me at his residence in South Kolkata several times. I took part in Sunday adda sessions at his residence and conceived many ideas and trajectories related to Bangla poetry these days.

Translation is an act of reading the mind of the author. A translator’s project is expected to convey the message of the source text to target readers; however, there is no exact translation between any two languages. Translating Subodh Sarkar’s Bangla poems enriched me from several perspectives. Some of the poems in the collection I found not easy for translation because of Bangla idioms which are culture and language specific. I was concerned with the effects of his poems.

GK: Sir, kindly allow me to ask you a few bold questions. Books like this must be read more and more. It should find a larger audience. Do you agree with me and are you happy with the progress of this book after its release? Like Subodh Sarkar are you concerned “for the mushrooming of literature in English in India and its possible threat to Bhasha literature”?

JS: Reviews help. You are getting favourable reviews and comments. The book is moving fast and fair.

Identity is always a kind of representation of oneself to others. There is a power hierarchy between the Bhasa text and the translated one. Translation is like transfer of power. Defining the code is a postcolonial agendum; the energising feature of re-placing of language in its capacity to interrogate. The identity changes in translation and gets augmented. The mushrooming of literature in English in India is the code of the day. We live with it. We have at least two generations of English education in metro cities. English is becoming the flesh for us. English and Bhasha texts are not parallel lines. They meet via translation of thoughts and the codes. It’s unique to Sociolinguistic reality in India. 


GK: Among your translated poems which are your favourite pieces? And from the translated poems by others which ones do you like to read again and again?

JS: Oh! There are so many! ‘Bengali or English’, ‘Mr. Conscience’, ‘The Behala Boy’, ‘Bluff’, ‘New Shah Rukh Khan’ and ‘Mothers of Manipur’ etc. His range is wide and varied:
“Half of the world is for you
Half for us.
One side of the Moon is for you
The other side for us.”  (‘For Feminists’)
and
“The place where you’re hammering the nail
That is but my spine.
The place which you poke to inspect with the stick
That place is my liver.”  (‘Nail’)
and

“The sky is overcast with rains
The rain will get divided, how come?
The vagabonds of the neighbourhood, were abusing their lungs out
The sky was overcast with rains.” (‘Palestine Israel’)
Let us enjoy the varied casket of Subodh Sarkar’s poems.

GK: Thanks Jaydeep Sarangi sir, for this conversation. We are expecting more translated works from you.

JS: Thank you! Your words brought a fresh fragrance here.

Translation is the heart of the nation. Indian can be known/read only by translation. I have already submitted a proposal to translate his Sahitya Akademy awards winning book, Dwaipayan Hrader Dhare (Near the Dwaipayan Lake) for a publisher.
We need wishes and blessings from all quarters.
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About Jaydeep Sarangi:
Jaydeep Sarangi is a bilingual poet with seven collections in English and a seasoned academic anchored in Kolkata. Widely anthologised as a poet Sarangi has read his poems in different continents. His latest book of poems, Faithfully, I Wait was released at Flinders University, Adelaide in October 2017. About his poems, Padma Shri Jayanta Mahapatra says, “Jaydeep Sarangi is a poet of simple by meaningful lines.”  He is one of the Editors/translators of Surviving in My World: Growing up Dalit in Bengal. Sarangi is also involved in a translation project with International Centre for Nazrul, Dhaka, Bangladesh. He is the founder Vice President, Guild of Indian English Writers Editors and Critics, Kerala and the founder Secretary of Intercultural Poetry and Performance Library, Kolkata. Currently, he is a senior faculty, Jogesh Chandra Chaudhuri College (Calcutta University). He can be reached at: jaydeepsarangi@gmail.com


About Goutam Karmakar:
Goutam Karmakar is currently working as an Assistant Professor of English at Barabazar Bikram Tudu Memorial College, Purulia, West Bengal. He is also doing his PhD at the Department of Humanities and Social Science, National Institute of Technology Durgapur (NITD), India. He is the Associate Editor (research section) of SETU Bilingual journal published from Pittsburgh, USA. His articles, research papers and poems have been published in many International Journals and edited volumes. He has taken interviews of many notable Indian poets writing in English. His interest is mainly in Indian English Literature specially poetry, Postmodern and Postcolonial literature, diasporic literature, mythology, gender studies, queer theory, ecocritical studies, Dalit literature, folklore and culture studies. He can be reached at: goutamkrmkr@gmail.com



Can I Take Your Wife as Loan? (For Graham Greene)

- Subodh Sarkar

 (Translated from the Bangla  by Jaydeep Sarangi)

Subodh Sarkar with Jaydeep Sarangi
I swear, I will do nothing
Will not grab anything
Will not pull anything
Only for day
Can I take your wife as loan?

I swear
I’ll not take her to Diamond harbour
My ex-lover goes there
If she can locate me there
I’ll lose my job, my smile
My monsoon will go away.

I swear, I will not do anything
I’ll not disclose to your wife
How bad you are as a husband
You walk odd, your uncultured handling of fork
You speak poor English
Where you had been last afternoon
Promise, I’ll not disclose them to your wife.

I’ll not make her read
The diary of Che Guevara
I’ll not purchase bangle and handkerchief for your wife
There is no use buying bangles. Faith doesn’t dwell in those iron bangles.

I swear, I’ve tasted your salt
I may die but I’ll not love your wife
For a day only
One day only, ho ho!
And ha ha!
I want her as loan, pure loan.

Conversation with Subodh Sarkar

-Jaydeep Sarangi
Subodh Sarkar’s first book of poems was published in the late 1970s, and now he has 26 books to his credit – 20 of poems, two of translations and one travelogue on America. His poems have been translated into English, French and several Indian languages and published in several journals and anthologies. Sarkar is the editor of Bhashanagar, a Bengali culture magazine with occasional English issues. He is the guest editor of Indian Literature, New Delhi. He is a recipient of the prestigious Sahitya Akademi Award.

J.S.: Hello! Who are the writers that inspired you in your formative days?
My second meal was uncertain in my young days. My father, who was a poor school teacher, died a pre-mature death. We were six members in the family with a young widow mother with a white cloth on as a Hindu ritual, as a mark of bereavement. There was no writer, no poet for me. In no way, there was any ambience of poetry for me in my formative days. There was a fear of hunger, a fear that was eating up my vitals.Hunger for me at that time was a holocaust.

But a paradox was born in my life. I picked up a soiled book from footpath; the book was called Gitabitan, a collection of Tagore songs. I started reading the pages of the book, and I gradually realized the energy of the book which cleaned up the toxin of fear from my mind, the fear of hunger.
 
 
J.S.: Do you remember your first recognition as a poet?
I was at Krishnanagar Railway station with some of my schoolmates, not to board any train, but to while away time by watching busy passengers rushing in and out. A Vagabond was loitering on the platform behind us, possibly looking for some food. A train was approaching the station. We took safe position, not to be jostled by passengers. All of a sudden, in a flash of a moment, the vagabond jumped before the approaching train. There was a roar followed by a silent count down. We thought he was finished, but to our utter surprise we came to find him on the second platform, eating bread from a small packet he picked up from rail lines. I looked at him through the empty space between two compartments; he looked back at me with a queer deathly smile on the corner of his lips.
I wrote my first poem that night about the smile. I lost my first poem after reading it to my friends next day, which was highly appreciated by my friends. That was my first recognition which died with the disappearance of the poem. But that smile continued to smile for last 35 years of my career as a writer. This is the smile that made me what I am today. I cannot write a single poem without remembering the smile. That smile is hunger, that smile is Asia. That smile is Africa, Latin America.

 
J.S.: Would you tell us something about the forces, conflicts and events that led you to poetry and shaped your sensibilities?
Firstly, I was born in Krishnanagar, a District town, hundred kilometres away from Kolkata. In the mid 70s, when I was still at school, the Naxalite movement broke out which popularized a slogan, `Chaina`s chairman is our chairman`. The Naxalites dreamt of a revolution which drew not only peasants but also the cream students from elite campuses. It believed in annihilation of landed gentry and land owners. Every day, on my way to school, I used to find abandoned dead body in the wood which I had to cross every morning. This is how I had to negotiate between bloodshed and books on my back.

Secondly, I grew up and came to the city of Kolkata with a job of a lecturer in a city college. My days in the city constantly clashed with my days in the small town. I was perennially going through the turmoil of a metamorphosis. I was walking out of my old self. This old self and the new self were thrown into a war zone which shaped out my sensibilities. And this war was a base camp for my poetry. If there is no conflict, my sensibilities get benumbed and cannot wake up for poetry.
Thirdly, fourthly, fifthly and finally, I was a supporter of the Left, but I withdrew my support and I supported Mamata Bandopadhayay whom I have described as rescuer of the poor and I respected her mandate which came to her from the grassroots and I championed her as real Neo-Communist. Mamata defeated the 34 year regime of the fake communists who in the name of poor people established a reign of terror. I said I committed a sin by supporting the fakes, when I realized I run away and I freed myself of the dead albatross hanging from my neck. My poetry did not fall from the sky. I write only when I am dictated from within.

 
J.S.: Would you tell us how your poems get written? Do you revise a lot ?
I believe if you revise a poem, then you again revise the same poem, and it goes on , and finally the poem becomes a good essay in the process.
 
 
J.S.: You have expressed deep indebtedness to  Sunil Gangopadhyay    in several places. What makes Sunil Gangopadhayay  so special for you?
I was too poor to buy a book, I bought his book of poems worth Rs 2 in the year 1975 when I was given 50 paisa everyday by my elder sister to eat at college canteen. When I came to Kolkata to live in a city I hardly knew, then Sunilda like a father used to hold my hand to cross the roads. Sunil was among the first who wrote to Allen Ginsberg about me as I was working on his Indian connection. That letter took me to New York City to arrive at Allen`s residence for an unending interview.

I can give you a list of good things he gave me. I can give you a list of bad things as well. A man is not judged by what he gives you. He had lot of blemishes embedded in his character; he was flesh and blood like UR Ananthamurty, but Sunilda was a saint in spite of his deep weakness for women and alcoholic beverages. He was a bad judge of characters, he allowed his enemies to praise his life and manners.

I still believe he is the last writer of Bengal, who was an ambassador of Bengali culture and literature in India, after him, it is a big zero, an enormous void.
 

J.S.:You depict your home of thoughts in Bangla that is understandable, soothingly global and lucid. Do you write for any particular audience in mind?
I have a variety of audience in my mind. I have been writing not for all. My Poetry is read mostly by college university students. Scholars and Professors hardly enjoy poetry. I have always been scared to read out before my colleagues. But I was red with shame one evening when a renowned scholar recited one of my poems all by his heart in front of my friends, their wives and children. I rectified myself but I still believe poetry is enjoyed and loved by the youngsters and then recognized by the oldies.


JS: Is there a message in your works?
MESSAGE in a poem may be a pain in the arse. Putting message in the cup you are drinking from has not been a good practice. You are not a saint, you are a poet, you may cry, but you have no tears. If you philosophise your poetry, then philosophy will reign, and poetry will go. When I write a poem, I have no agenda except my sensibilities. I obey my heart, I listen to my skin, I support my ears, I hear what I cannot say.


J.S.: What could be the back ground of the poems, ‘Sari’?
This is the poem I wrote 24 years ago when Jyoti Basu, the then Communist Chief Minister of Bengal made a terrible comment on the Dhantala Rape case, he said, `o rakom hoyei thake`( it happens like that, nothing serious). I was terribly shocked by the comment, but I could not write down the poem to infuriate the Left intellectuals. I took a metaphor of a window woman and wrote this rape poem as protest, and Communist Party of India thought the poem was about the sufferings of a young widow woman, not about the Dhantala case.

 
J.S.: Is there any specific significance of the title, ‘Mother of Manipur’?
Mothers of Manipur ` I wrote after the mothers came down to the streets, they stood up nude in front of the Assam Rifles Headquarters in Imphal as a protest against the draconian law empowering the Indian Army to shoot and rape, if so they desire.

 
J.S.: Will you accept a tag "socially committed poet"?
Please don’t describe me with such a trash. I like to be called `Free`. We can debate and discuss next time—`Is there any poet who can be called Free? `

 
J.S.: Can a subaltern speak? If he speaks, can he retain his position as the subaltern?
Prof Gayatry Spivak wrote this seminal essay 40 year ago. Now
the counter question is raised: the subaltern spoke , but is it heard?
 
 
J.S.: How will you conceptualise aborigine /Maori/dalit writings these days, in the after-months of so called democratisation of life/society?
Three important things have happened in Indian Literature in the last 30 years. Dalit is number one, English number two, and thirdly women.

Dalit literature is now hot cake in India and abroad. There has been a red carpet welcome to the writers writing in English from India. Feminist literature in India still occupies a large territory of Indian literature.

Dalit poets and fiction writers have great potential like the Black American writers in America, aboriginal writers in Australia and elsewhere.
 
 
J.S.: Will poetry travel in the age of cyber mania?
Face book poems are the worst poems I have ever come across. Online web magazines are the future magazines for our posterity. But for us, it is too early to accept. Mania is a sickness, it will go. Those who are celebrated in print, they will never turn around for web journals.

 
J.S.: Publishers often consider publishing collection of poems as a commercial suicide.  How do you view this?
Publishers wait for good poets who sell well. Publishers are afraid of those good poets who do not sell. This is a business world we can hardly escape. There are some publishers who glorify their status by publishing poetry books without good returns. But I feel embarrassed when I see my book is a loss for a publisher. I made them smile whenever I met them.

 
J.S.: You are a distinguished poet and editor. Do you consider there would be any difference between a native English poet and a bilingual/trilingual poet from India?
Now we smartly call them Indian English poets. Arun Kolatkor was a great bilingual poet. Jayanta Mahapatra was a pioneer in Indian English poetry, he has recently written some poems in Oriya, his mother tongue, but i think he will be remembered as an Indian poet writing in English from India. Jayantada knows Bengali pretty well, if he writes in Bengali tomorrow, he will be called a trilingual poet. But I think, it is not time for us to become Chaucer who wrote in Latin, French and finally English. The difference between a native English poet and a bilingual poet is a big difference—one writes only in English, the other writes in two languages.

 
J.S.: Will you tell us about your experiences as the editor of Indian Literature,a bi-monthly journal published by the central Sahitya Academy, New Delhi?
I joined Indian Literature first in 2010 as Editor on the basis on lien from my college in Kolkata. I could not continue as my wife, Mallika Sengupta, a celebrated poet in Bengal passed away. Currently I took the charge again as a Guest editor working online from Kolkata with a fortnight visit to my Delhi office, checking and verifying the plan and design of the journal physically. I thank Sahitya Akademi for choosing me for the second time. I have an unquenchable thirst for Indian literature in 24 languages and in oral tradition and also in dialects. India as a basin of literature in Asia is an enigma for me, and this journal is a way for me to explore India in a variety of literatures being written down every moment in every corner of the country. I am honoured and privileged that I am able to read India everyday through translations coming to my inbox for Indian Literature. This is the only magazine that is the literary connect in India.
 
 
J.S.: Thank you, Subodh da!