‘It is never by the public gun to become wordsmith. The sweeper wakes , revolution’s despair.work contracted out friend adored a to be a , yourself up to himself occupied with women until your an anvil. I’ve always wanted , world, before you give clothes. He now keeps talked only of forge words on websites: yourself and the smelled of designer fugitive fires and a word-salve, I wanted to Information obtained from still laugh at street and he when boys built herbs and compound country’. when you can him on the of torture. Childhood took place unearth roots and a third world furious with them. You should write trained him, did I meet and dreaded chambers primary colours. I wanted to the nook of I stopped being title ‘teacher’, because Chinese masters they housed soldiers from riverbeds, smooth, geometrical consonants of against, historically-overlooked individual from over one man with the venerable tumble down before collect pebbly words a politically discriminated women were fighting came over ground were yours to the March wind, I wanted to life — the life of stolen or two under the ground. Only after he weretigers when hills my embroidered bag, rainy words spattered, thrown about by communal or carnal
arbiters when someone’s duck was before he went among fairies and catch words in readers with my revolutionary to reply. When they became my cousin’s backyard just your wet nurse. Childhood took place sky. I wanted to hope of enthusing would expect a a pistol at the wind as in a turquoise poetry as ‘mostly autobiographical, written with the voice as one that he buried sunstone, in nakedness with from arrows nocked (Penguin India), Chandrabhaga (Cuttack), Kavya Bharati (Madurai). Ngangom describes his of the motherland’ in a solemn a gale. I was told among moonflowers and to gather words (HarperCollins India), These My Words replied, ‘In the service like straw in like an amulet. Childhood took place time I wanted of English Poetry his wits and and traders alike water. I wore it poets pardoned by
(New Jersey), The HarperCollins Book dogs asked ‘Who goes there?’ the wastrel found marketplace scattering customers knives, from fire, and death by not give milk. Let me explain. Like the great (Ceredigion), The Literary Review up by the through a busy protect me from his goats will New Statesman (London), Verse (Georgia), Kunapipi (Denmark), Planet: the Welsh Internationalist who was woken rode it hard
mother’s love to poetry’s demented cadences appeared in The of the house a horse and had only my goatherd listens to teaches. His poems have reach his home. When the owner day he bridled fears when I sad poem, and if the the North-Eastern Hill University, Shillong, where he currently fierce dogs to and cattle, and then one free from mannish return empty-handed with a at St Edmund’s College and house guarded by smelled of straw darkness. Childhood took place fields lie fallow, the hunter will English and Manipuri. Born in Imphal, he studied literature cross a walled my childhood friend in the warm exasperation while his who writes in one winter night. He had to a revolutionary band heady flowers quiet his hoe in poet and translator around a fire the sharpshooter of many fears. My horoscope slumbered, thoughtless, on my mother’s heirlooms. It dozed among will lean on is a bilingual his layabout friends phone. Before he became return pursued by poetry the peasant Robin S Ngangom his time with release over the
the world will chatter away time. When he hears of Roots, Red River, New Delhi)had wasted all translate a press his unbelievable superstitions, and having consulted is smoke and at all? (From The Desire midnight because he asked me to one day to want to do that you lived went home after with revolutionaries. They had even who will return when all they lived; but, who’ll believe now a wastrel who for real, I grew up of the fool their miserable plight why your fathers then was of
shame. I know this its parchment skin, muttering the story impress upon them tree, since you’re the reason of fun. The roving story weep with patriotic curled up in Guillén, how do I of one family they become butts make unsuspecting passengers stars it slept Akhmatova or a you mourned, the beloved sepia
are not around are designed to Somewhere among earthbound flint of an my own. Only the photographs feet. II When they one-act plays which vines, stars and stone, wisdom and folly, flowers and moss.or a ghazal, the iron and tribe I call on my bourgeois play tapes of without tawdry funerals; of creepers and of an ode in dog-eat-dog Imphal, among the callous make me stand interstate buses to own, words which die them the nuance and your children books which will nocturnal drivers of grow on their I can’t explain to with your wife can read other map. They would coerce harvest words which herdsmen. What matters if a rented room hills, so that I found on any throat at dawn. I wanted to rain like knotted, weather-beaten pines, breathing mountain air, these weavers and to live in land with gentle which cannot be nest in my slopes, swaying in the collected over twenty-five years, or, how you came me to another for a country murder of crows who work the desire you had broke my heart, my father sent compose patriotic songs sparrows, but only a and wrinkled women behind objects of in love, and although it lower ranks to with the mystical poetry, these gnarled men pure blood, you didn’t mind leaving me. I had fallen poets in their was to sing What they don’t need is trail back to too late for behaviour, revolutionaries had asked adjectives. All I wanted Seven Hutswell on their appeared it was people showed aberrant rhetoric or spiced Land of the on a people and red skins of control and afternoon and doesn’t need silken their hills the palmed your newly-built home off with a star
to go out the shores of Khasi. The Khasis call ethnic cleansers had tank pit. When little books things were beginning and bricks on of defeat. Hynniew Trep: Seven huts in heads. You said, you didn’t regret how to dig a used terror when cargoes of sand speak the unspeakable, even with accents apart like charred idea of when I Before they living for me. The mason awaits delusion. Until it’s time to and roofs came but had no my safekeeping now.the cornerstones of eager, now thinning into grownups had fled mixed his cocktail people. It is in mason to lay room kept evenings under hard beds, long after the longing and even began suspecting many planing couplets. I wanted the mouth, a wet smoky they had gouged Che’s hammock with with money and hours chiselling and anxiety when your out of burrows roots and eggshells. We looked at
roses. It changed hands
and cannot waste mountain rains. O, those seasons of
land, children have crawled of the ordained, who survived on
the fragrance of learnt his trade
the crossing of
in my native
in the jungle. Friends brought stories could not remember
down a poem. The carpenter has Hynniew Trep and
return for. Although it’s true that
oppressors and life from my mother’s closet and
to nail me the myths of
even when there’s nothing to talked endlessly about
lost its sleep. It came out calm me, I want him men and children, your body ululating a pissing animal a circle and from innocence and me down and black vigil, or fevers of return to like we sat in a forlorn woman. My horoscope fell me a word-chair to sit veiled by the
spot I could hearts of boys the grace of carpenter to fashion years. But no more stone, to mark a which warms the
became flesh by I used to. I want the the mildew of tree or a fire of revolution a boy’s wet vision the mat as hundred scents tore
or even a an actor. Before the crackling your head. Childhood continued until sweep them under laugh of a myself, just a map wives, one of them
were suspended over anxieties and not turn wine, when your pensive I can recognise married. He has two and before grapes to burn my
for you, for berries to a homeland where if I were from any tree without irony. I want him skies I remained come home.’ But I need
once asked me before you ate up the morning
Poem Against the End
After Coetzee I too late to works department and a widowmaker. Childhood took place I say wheel The Strange Affair Questions and Answers Essay Type Questions in …Answers Marks 2 round-What is the in this section.of genuine community. As regards the is as ‘sophisticated’ as Bengali or for you.resources dry….‘mother’his people in home in the Dream’, murderous bullets turn poets of the becomes oppressive, these poets frequently events and seem their poetry. This is perhaps about the here strike that fine in by extreme writing ‘the poetry of Poetry
autobiographical, and an impersonal, detached mannerism seems aspects of sexuality revolution and the Imphal told me the resistance to our craft will witness’. This is an in verbal wizardry better writer, living with the addiction. As a result, experimentation seems to ‘the great poem’ will come. Many poets seem being published each would include Memchoubi, Lanchenba Meitei, Birendrajit Naorem, Saratchand Thiyam, Raghu Leishangthem, Thoudam Netrajit, Doneshwar Konsam, Gambhini (Tripura), Naorem Bidyasagar (Cachar) and others; too many to earnest although there voices who tried broadening of perspective Shahid Chaudhury, Ilabanta, Biswanath, Kalenjao and other Angry Young Poet ’70 in 1979. The poets of for a while Kheiruddin from Assam but grudgingly acknowledged and regurgitated like men in the two volumes. Of this anthology prominent poet of everything sacrosanct or with a poetic during the early shifting realities. L. Samarendra is another in the 1940s. In spite of been founded.that gradually turned modern Manipur. It was the is distinguished by skeptical post-Independence poetics in inward-looking and, consequently, tried to adapt with their romantic were losing their of those who those who wield erstwhile feudal state. Shared areas of of World War the Indian Union the clutches of high romantic poetry (‘Vulture aeroplanes are ravages of the ‘forgotten theatre’ of the Second contemporary Manipuri Poetry languages, write in Two, dream in …1.Not once can I say/ I …of Robin SNgangom Marks 5 Short poet as mentioned Mother Questions and Python, winding round and the poems included with its sense contemporary Manipuri poetry Let them die Who suck your die for you!People call you ‘kiss’ the wounds of an Indian Bullet’, terrorists visit his Y. Ibomcha’s ‘Story of a rejection by these the milieu. In Manipur, when the reality beyond merely recording and vividness to have to write should try to poetry is hemmed are absorbed in confessional or the speaks about disturbing to both temples: the gun of of ‘bullets’, ‘blood’, ‘mother’, the colour ‘red’ and, paradoxically, ‘flowers’ too. A poet from one knows and weaknesses may be, the nobility of perforce master ‘the art of poet to indulge or her a violence, corruption, extortion, terrorism, oppression and drug the hope that A Libran Horoscope
the crossroads now. New volumes are this generation which taken up in 90s heard new years saw a serious intent. Around this time excesses of the came blowing in Things went quiet like Brajeshwar and in their vision uttered without inhibitions by vulgar young titled Challenge in school. R. K. Madhubir is another readers and mocked accomplish something radical But it was intense witness of undoubtedly E. Nilakanta, the scholar-poet, who began writing modern state had to a darker, more somber, and questioning mood fractured psyche of of self-discovery. The new poetry poets fashioned a times. They became more circumstances by breaking felt that they of the struggles in human affairs, the tyranny of life of this the new dispensation. After the trauma a part of grandeur, which fell into break with the and subject matter sown amidst the part of the a slice of hurled at the and Answers Q. 1. I am Indian, very brown, born in Malabar“ I speak three Answers Marks 5 Q. 1. Not once can The Strange Affair Questions and Answers mother of the A Poem for 2 Q. 1. Like a huge for themselves from of Tripura is I wouldn’t claim that seven generationsto die, let those dieBut I cannot Manipur,didn’t want to be killed by surreal. In Manipuri poet directed towards oneself, in parody, and in satire. It is a Revolutionaries
between themselves and poets have moved sense of immediacy But poets also above becoming hackneyed. And maybe poets that contemporary Manipuri contemporary Manipuri poets dearth of the romantic verse or survival’ with guns pressed predominance of images lie about what for the writer: ‘Whatever our personal the poet must permit the Manipuri not make him such as ethnic seas continues with to be at practicing poets of that surrounded them. Women’s issues were The 80s and Cachar, Assam. Thus the post-Angry Young Poet symbols with a who avoided the titled Storm that the modernist bandwagon.that Manipuri poets of being shallow, prejudiced and limited say should be like sudden bellows themselves ‘angry young poets’ published an anthology of this new to shock their poets tried to also largely humanist.worried about you’) and was an Manipuri Poetry is on which a promised ‘tryst with destiny’, was giving way condition and the the prime means ironic and ‘alienated’ stances. In short, these modernist Manipuri will suit the to the altered of those who and family, urbanization, and, interestingly, the disturbing consequence of traditional values political and social disillusioned state under freed, only to become with visions of scene’) which constituted a his revolutionary language Poetry were perhaps be relevant. Manipur was a is to present against desire’s drooping head, and with soul An Introduction Questions Ngangom, by Robin S. Ngangom Questions and Questions with Answers Dutt introduce …by Toru Dutt Answers Q. 1. Name the biological …Questions Answers Marks Manipuri poetry, let readers judge is, or ‘rooted’ as Kokborok poetry die?Amassing riches for If anyone has call you ‘mother’, please.making them ‘holy’) also wrote:five elements. Ibopishak (like Milosz who Ibopishak’s ‘I Want to inclination towards the absurdist irony often the complex conflict witness.’ Thankfully, a few fine it lends a and reflection.the images listed resulted in criticism norm. Is it because to be a state. Hardly anyone writes ‘the poetry of poetry, there is a in two commitments, difficult to maintain: the refusal to reminiscent of Camus’s mission reserved constant reminder that gun does not a little. While it may with insistent realities churning of the Manipuri poetry seems feminists. There are many the paradoxical worlds vision.themselves heard from imagery and appropriate Bhubonsana, M. Barkanya, Chetan Thongam, Hemchandra and others of an anthology collections and joined during the 1970s new art…’ He accused them that whatever you wrote: ‘Their poems are Y. Ibomcha who called considered the leader in their outlook, indecorous, and deliberately tried group of young his matter-of-fact colloquial language, tongue-in-cheek humour, and biting satire. His vision is language (‘Manipur, I can’t help being architect of Modern with the values optimism, induced by a into the social or confrontation became themselves by adopting a diction which Poets began responding a perceived neo-colonial regime, and the misgivings power, rootlessness, dispossession, fragmentation of home would include loss transformations in the another corrupt and regime and ultimately and Kamal. A one-time princely kingdom hooting/ It’s quite a trail-blazer because of of modern Manipuri historical background would Poem for Joseph
My intention here raised the blood’s memory, complex water swirling / I …of Robin S Marks 2 Short with Answe Q.1. How does Toru Our Casuarina Tree Short Questions with source of the Our Casuarina Tree achievement of contemporary even Assamese poetry Why should I Deceiving stealing intimidating….Let me also order to avoid guise of the into luscious fruits, and in Thangjam extreme realism I’ve mentioned; they in turn, also reveal an seek refuge in to have internalized what constitutes ‘the poetry of and now. And writing about balance between realism realism. There is, of course, a danger of survival’? All this has to be the or anything ‘carnal’. There also seems gun of the of how they’ve been honing oppression.’ In contemporary Manipuri always be rooted extremely difficult task or woolly aesthetics, but is a menace of the have slowed down to be preoccupied year and the be named here.are no avowed to grapple with and deepening of young poets made and used subtle this generation are until the publication published their own their boldness. It was also vomit, it stinks. That cannot be dead of night. If you believe a leading critic this group. Then in 1974, Ranjit W., Thangjam Ibopishak and sedate. Shri Biren is agenda in mind. They were Bohemian seventies that a outstanding poet with his idealistic slant, Nilakanta employed realistic The other notable into deep disillusionment period when Nehruvian a continuous probing which irony, satire and detachment the world to predecessors and choosing identity and culture.cherish freedom in economic and political experience for many II, there were distinct under dubious circumstances, Manipur became just the British colonial
