Poetry
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CP Surendran is one of India’s finest poets- a strange stillness follows his works, a numb silence too. Here he shares with us a stellar piece. Accompanying it, the poet’s musings.
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Poetry
TBR presents Five Indian Children’s Poetry Books that have made a mark over the years.
TBR presents Five Indian Children’s Poetry Books that have made a mark over the years.
Literature
As a tribute to the doyen of Indian English Poetry, TBR carries images that were clicked of the poet, as a part of a documentary (The False Start) on his life conceived and directed by Bishweshwar Das.
TBR carries images that were clicked of the poet, as a part of a documentary (The False Start) on his life conceived and directed by Bishweshwar Das.
Poetry
Underground Poetry From West Bengal and Bangladesh Translated by Rajat Chaudhuri
Writer/translator Rajat Choudhuri Chaudhuri brings together poets from both India and Bangladesh, from cities like Kolkata and Dhaka, who write in Bangla.
Literature
Shadow and Silence, a photo essay by Basudhara Roy
Shadow and Silence, a photo essay by Basudhara Roy
Literature
Roots and Resonance, a conversation between two poets, Monica Mody and Sophia Naz
We find two important women poets, Sophia Naz and Monica Mody initiate a conversation with the idea of placing poetry as a counter to amnesia and loss.
Poetry
4 Poems by Osdany Morales, Translated by Harry Bauld
Harry Bauld translates 4 poems by Osdany Morales.
Poetry
4 Poems by Yakir Ben Moshe, Translated by Dan Alter
Dan Alter translates 4 poems by Yakir Ben-Moshe.
Poetry
At Sridhar Srigudda
At Sridhar Srigudda the rain comes once again electricity dies away while lightning flares tomorrow’s my birthday listening to night’s rain moutainside serenity dissolves time’s cares I’ll be 53 my life’s plan not yet plain I await a Calcutta job my love affairs are merely notes now Bhairavi’s sweet pain my trusty sarangi again prepares
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A Consideration
At any rate, I’m soon off to Walmart for necessities. I’m running low on shampoo and body wash. If my intuition is correct
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Twelve Poems in Translation
Sujit Prasad curates twelve poems in translation, for 12 months of the year 2023.
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Imaginal Cells
The prescience itself is attacked: the caterpillars’ own being hates that it knows it will change, won’t let the secret be. Life can’t all be eating.
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Heraclitean Primacy
We are entitled, much the same as the perception of time dying To look away in the direction where we notice a crow flying Because the crow, whether you know it or not, is a song bird
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Turning A Corner
My daughter backs into the neighbor’s car– confesses over a coffee table of water stains and smoke thick like a 90s beer pub. She gets off easy. She doesn’t know what she doesn’t know.
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New Order of our Lady of Bethlehem, 1247
An asylum in a mad city, Bedlam begins in a town ditch with eleven chain, six locks, four manacles, and two stocks, to guard (or guard against) the menti capti, whose minds lay tangled in a landscaped brain. Mary’s blue robe the only sky for inmates;
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fractals
creatures caught in the heat of mating/ body parts of personal history/ memory’s tenuous grip/ sudden dip
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Blue Tarpaulins On Bombay Chowpatty
How it just happens that we all have someone to make a blue tarpaulin memory with. Even if you find them many years later and many miles away, There is a spot on this Bombay Chowpatty Where the sea is so close to you.
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Mother at the Airport
But I like my own bed best, she says, and the quiet in mornings, when I scatter seed for the birds, the quiet in evenings, not at all. That’s when you should call.
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Tell me what you know about dismemberment.
Do they make the cut, or are they too inconvenient? What about rain? and never will, dismembering or in many different lights, Something huge and without music has just happened.
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Burger’s Daughter
Jars of stunted-self languish there still, in the half light. Stacked fat slices of summer pear. Peeled, cleft and without mouths, they kiss up against the glass.
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Kmart is Burning
And my father angry at traffic, always. Still they are driving on the screen past midnight. Sometimes we would arrive in the dark, my grandmother in the kitchen waiting.
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How Women Become Poems In Malabar
Death is eternal truth, but death is also resurrection. Death is as old as the sea and as new as the monsoon that births new life.
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Rail Savari, 1966
The train crosses a bridge. I toss a coin through the window and see it twirling with silvery flashes of light toward the river below.
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Eating kiwis, though mildly allergic, and sleeping with people who lie to you
Inside desire goes to seed—sweet fleshy folds that dawn fruit—fecund, pink, and dew that glistens, granatis—a rose nests in a lotus—