[Reader-list] [Announcements] Poetry Reading by Jeet Thayil at Sarai
Vivek Narayanan
vivek at sarai.net
Tue Mar 22 17:47:12 IST 2005
PRESENTATION @ SARAI
Tuesday, March 29, 6:00 pm
'You Are Not Here'
Poetry Reading by Jeet Thayil
Jeet Thayil will perform from his most recent collection, 'English'
(Penguin/Rattapallax, 2004) and a selection of newer poems.
'English', has been widely received as an important and unprecented
signpost in the history of Indian English poetry. Fusing lyric and
narrative energy in a drowsy, mongrelized Americanese, alternating
between strict and free forms, Thayil fashions a voice and persona that
is only indirectly autobiographical, half-fiction: addicted to opium,
shapeshifting, drifting across borders and stumbling through rehab, while the surrounding world teeters perpetually on the brink of apocalypse. "Ruined still by syntax", the narrator hangs on the margins of both America and India because English is his only language of love, his truest inheritance- "English fills my right hand, silence my left." Thayil's specialty in these poems is a very finely-tuned emotional precision, played out in an unmistakable register that is not crudely bitter or caustic, never heroic, but unconsolably blue, beset by visions.
Jeet Thayil was born in India and educated in Hongkong, New York and
Bombay. In 1998 he returned to New York where he received an MFA from
Sarah Lawrence College and a 2003 poetry award from the New York
Foundation for the Arts. His poems have appeared in 'Stand', 'Verse',
'Agenda', 'London Magazine', 'The Independent', 'Salt Hill' and 'Kaviya
Bharati', among many other journals. He is an editor with 'Rattapallax'
and a contributing editor with 'Fulcrum', and is currently based in
Bangalore and Delhi.
<http://www.rattapallax.com/thayil.htm>
TWO RECENT POEMS BY JEET THAYIL:
IN THE CITY OF INSOMNIA
There’s a parade in the white
streets of the city. All night
the armoured cars trundle past
the avenue. Dazed
men and women stand
making circles with their hands,
their smudged
eyes wide
open. At dawn the silent mayor
arrives, climbs the stair
to your room, takes a moment
to catch his breath and present
you with a key you will wear
round your neck like a star.
SPIDERMAN
Leap tall buildings in a single bound? Forget
you buddy, I
leap years, avenues,
financial/fashion/meatpacking districts, 23
MTA buses parked end to
end. I leap Broadway,
yoyo to
traffic light, to
bus top, to Chrysler, to jet.
You need a mind of sky, of rubber,
to understand moi. You need
silence, cunning. Exhale!
You need to know that everything is metaphor,
that poems sprout
in my hands
like mystic confetti, like
neural string theory.
My brother, Mycroft, is tiny, but a genius,
oh a tiny genius, whose
"art is subtle, a precision of hallucinatory brilliance,"
– that's serious talk, boy –
he's 'furthermore' and 'however,' I'm
'know what I'm saying?' and 'whatever.'
He is the ghost ant, the one who is not
there, unseen until he stops
moving. I am
companion to owl and peregrine,
emperor of air, and I'm loyal
to you my loyal subject, whose hard-won
pleasure I perform,
and though I'm not rich it takes a lot
of cash to keep me
in the poverty to which
I'm accustomed.
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