I’m a bit frightened of poetry and even writing about poetry as a result of principally, I’m not a “poetry” individual although my school-drop-out poet mom wrote each with energy and energy drawing from nostalgia, bits and slices of a life crammed with reminiscences candy, bitter, bitter and pungent. Poetry is ambivalent and ambiguous on the similar time however it is usually extraordinarily subjective, understood otherwise by completely different individuals. However the assortment of poetry I’m writing on simply now, proved otherwise.
If Sanjukta Dasgupta’s Sita’s Sisters is an instance, then over a interval time, poetry has damaged the shackles of its cliché definitions of remaining boxed inside “love”, “romance”, “rhythm”, “Nature”,“symmetry, “color”, “lyricism” and “loss” and so forth. Her sixth ebook of poetry, Sita’s Sisters, throws up poetry as a socio-political assertion that could be a scathing critique of patriarchy, of the hollowness of stardom the place the starry halo adjustments right into a gasoline balloon (Balloon, web page 64) that will burst at any level with out discover, of by no means studying to drive – a automobile or a two-wheeler as a result of you may have at all times been a pillion rider (The Pillion Rider, web page 23).
Dasgupta, despite having been a tough core educational and an excellent scholar of English literature, lets the political dimension of her persona journey free of educational inhibitions and but reveal, layer by gradual layer, her acknowledgment, recognition and robust touch upon worldwide points, on nationwide points changing her ardour for language right into a knife, a sword, an arrow and a whiplash, as and when she chooses to attract from her armoury to hit, kill, damage, injure and scar as and when.
Printed by Hawakal, a comparatively new publishing group that has specialised in bringing out poetry, Sista’s Sisters, unfold over 80 pages, has 40 poems, largely fairly transient however this very brevity invests her writing with the depth they convey out lucidly, fluidly with out worry or favour.
Within the final poem Dhoti Dance, she is acidic as she compares a profitable song-dance quantity from the Shahrukh Khan with the dhoti that fashioned an integral a part of Mahatma Gandhi’s persona which displays the adjustments within the mass tastes in India in addition to the best way a field workplace hit Bollywood movie toys round with the dhoti whether or not it calls it the lungi or the dhoti. The final stanza goes thus:
The youthful previous man had choreographed
The liberty dance
A nation danced to his tune
A nation danced in direction of freedom
As Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
The frail brown man in a capri-dhoti,
Led the dhoti dance.
The title of the ebook Sita’s Sisters, spells out a sense of the ebook being a group of strongly feminist poetry. That is true however solely partly, Dasgupta spans your entire horizon of the world throughout the poetry she weaves slowly, rigorously and this reveals her consciousness about what is going on internationally within the Right here and the Now.
Allow us to check out Why Am I A Feminist which begins with a quick introduction to why feminism is hated quoted from Girl Hating by Andrea Dworkin. Take these few traces from an in any other case lengthy poem:
Discriminated, assaulted, insulted, humiliated
Raped in all places, even inside marriage,
Slaving within the kitchen, slaving in mattress,
Slaving to be a great girl
Slaving to make a contented household
Slaving to appear self-sacrificing
Slaving to be topped Angel within the Home
Slaving to be praised as Lakshmi
A nerveless Nora, an anorexic Barbie doll
Within the dwelling of pussilanimous prigs
One other highly effective assertion is there within the poem Kali, the Black Goddess within the Hindu pantheon:
She was a livid doer
She was a stressed dreamer
She was a tempest, a twister
She was the ruthless Redeemer,
She was not Bhadrakali
She was Chamunda Kali the relentless slayer
She was Kali who haunted the burning ghats
Shamshan Kali, the final word liberator
Allow us to take a more in-depth have a look at the title poem Sita’s Sisters. It begins thus:
1000’s and 1000’s of Sita’s sisters
Distant managed robots
Sita’s sisters watched in silence
Sita’s sisters had been deaf and dumb
Sita’s sisters shut their eyes
Sita’s sisters had eyeless holes
Sita’s sisters cried out to their Mom Earth
“Keep in mind our sister Sita’s suicide,
Harmless Sita’s traumatic trials
O mom rescue us as you rescued Sita”
However alas, the earth didn’t break up open for Sita’s sisters
The incessant insufferable cries of Sita’s unhappy sisters
Had turned their Mom Earth to mindless stone!
Certainly one of her most scathingly satirical poems is Starvation which talks in regards to the distinction between a lavish unfold the wealthy are tired of and extreme starvation among the many have-nots of this world. Right here is how the poem ends:
The keen dropping 70s reached for the plates
However their tongues rebelled, repelled by the tastes
Of the gourmand fashion Tremendous30 delicacies
They threw up the tacky pasta and pizza
As a substitute of the superfood of Paradise
They begged for the bowl of steaming rice
And so they had been really hungry
Ans nor fed up by the identical previous meals.
The Hunted harks again to the scary Nirbhaya gang rape and homicide case whereas Who Killed the Little Tribal Lady refers back to the eight-year-old Kathua lady and each these poems carry out the anger and the frustration the poet felt inside, simmering, ready to boil over and burst into 100 fragments of fireside.
Stylistically talking, Dasgupta vacillates between rhyming and clean verse however the brevity of her works carry out the angst the poet holds inside. By way of alternative of topics, Dasgupta covers your entire canvas of human expertise she has garnered via her life, her in depth travels internationally and a serious slice of her life spent in studying, instructing, studying and re-learning not solely English Literature which she taught for a few years however all that reaches past the framework of Literature to the touch Life, Love, Tragedy, Dying, Disappointments and most significantly – disillusions.
There are poems she has created round internationally important political occasions comparable to Easter in Krakow and Auschwitz: Hell on Earth. Her two private takes on the Cartholic prayer “Our Father Who Artwork in Heaven” and Rabindranath Tagore’s “The place the Thoughts is With out Concern” drawing out how they should be re-read in at present’s political atmosphere sum up the fantastic thing about your entire work. Take a bow, Dasgupta, you may have taken the worry of poetry off me.