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Light grew less in his eyes and other poems
Light grew less in his eyes and other poems
Light grew less in his eyes and other poems
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Poetry is product of an exquisite sensibility, the ability to respond to complex emotional or aesthetic influences. Is there a sensibility unique to a country or its people, directly flowing from their cultural conscious? Apart from the poet’s own sensitivity to the influences around him, the sensibility relates to the people who form his milieu. An Indian poet writing in English will draw from his own cultural conscious and incorporate in his vision complex aesthetic influences working on him to produce poetry that relates to his people. Such work will still have some appeal to a global audience because the English that results is a unique creation of Western expression with Indian flavor. The myths that form the stuff of poetry may have been born in the Indian soil but its memes, defined as units of cultural expression, will always have something in them to appeal to a much wider audience.


We do not have daffodils in India for a Bloomsbury poet to write poems about. But we have our own unique sensory influences to work upon. But essentially poetry remains a universal experience that is enjoyed by audiences anywhere in the world.

The 175 -odd poems in this collection are rooted in Indian sensibility. The imagery used in them are reflective of the language patterns employed by the people of this country. Their recurring myths are familiar to an average Indian and do not warrant scholastic efforts to relate them to their context.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherNotion Press
Release dateOct 12, 2014
ISBN9789384878054
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    Light grew less in his eyes and other poems - Jagannath Rao Adukuri

    Light Grew Less in his Eyes and Other Poems

    Liberated Verse Rooted in Indian Sensibility

    Jagannath Rao Adukuri

    Notion Press

    5 Muthu Kalathy Street, Triplicane,

    Chennai - 600 005

    First Published by Notion Press 2014

    Copyright © Jagannath Rao Adukuri 2014

    All Rights Reserved.

    ISBN: 978-93-84878-05-4

    This book has been published in good faith that the work of the author is original. All efforts have been taken to make the material error-free. However, the author and the publisher disclaim the responsibility.

    No part of this book may be used, reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

    Contents

    Title

    Copyright

    Introduction

    The rope of fire

    Decision

    Onion rings

    Tea at 17000 ft

    The hanging things

    Plaster of Paris

    We rest our minds on television

    Worship

    The hand

    Keeping melody alive

    The gated community

    Shoulder talks with head

    Picture word

    Concentration

    Unfilling

    The death of a leader

    My mother’s brocade

    Prayer

    Weather

    Tarpaulin

    Diwali

    Celebrating the new rich year

    The elephant-God

    The miners are here

    The rocks of Hampi

    On return to Mumbai

    Pitchers

    The boy priest of Lepakshi

    Tsunami memory

    Spread-eagled

    Wheat dance

    Temple bells

    Rain in October

    Golconda

    Celebrating the new year

    Our God in Puri

    Child in the mausoleum

    The light grew less in his eyes

    The shifting horizon

    Ceremony

    Broken sun

    Bankura horses

    Sanchi monastery

    Stanley’s Dabba

    The bearded painter

    The stone maidens of Ramappa temple

    Flowers, leaves, fruits

    Meme

    Visit to the Jagannath temple

    Death of an English teacher

    Sea stories

    Immortality

    Coal

    Kash flower

    The clouds of Darjeeling

    The tea women of Darjeeling

    What the cow on the road divider is thinking

    The boy monks of Gangtok

    Rice pounding

    Mobs

    Homesick

    The lunch box

    The three G’s

    Boy

    The leaning tower

    Barfi

    Pollen

    Face

    Pilgrimage

    When our cups runneth over

    Visa desire

    Unhappy stars

    Girl topic

    Smelly addresses

    Sai Baba of Shirdi

    Continuum

    Auto-rickshaw in Hyderabad

    The night of Shiva

    Camera missing

    Flowers in the evening

    Divorce

    Nine holes

    Philosophy

    Kolkata boys, Boston boys

    God’s palanquin procession

    Chariot on a bean leaf

    River of Desire

    Potsherds

    Iconoclasts

    Women in the morning

    Between me and the sun there is this sea of cars

    A child’s birthday

    Creation is a myth

    Sorority

    The village post master

    Turbans

    God’s pretty feet

    Cooking in village

    Hollow men

    Girl statues

    Bodies in fans

    Phone walls

    Blooming houses

    The invisible sky

    Elbows and feet

    Peacock feather

    Dolphin’s nose in cyclone Hud Hud

    Bodies and chocolate

    Bricks for cotton

    The mosquito killer bat seller

    Bumblebee

    Matter

    Houses of dusk

    Polka dots

    Silver eyes

    Dimsa

    Brittle gods

    Red bangles

    On my mother’s first death anniversary

    Incense

    Year-end

    Belly groundswell

    Thread

    Eclipse

    A sonnet for Eighty and Five

    Burial of the fruit

    The dancing nuts

    Your crows, our crows

    History words

    Cow dust

    The coconut moon

    River steps

    Out of bounds

    Jack was a fruit

    Twilight’s dust

    God in mountains

    The window

    Posture

    Tar

    The call never comes

    We felt small

    The old stool

    The baby girl

    Orange radio

    Father

    Faces

    Questions

    Sepia

    Silences

    Fragmentary

    Mother

    Walk

    Midnight music

    Lonely

    Parijat’s fall

    Art in nature

    Cloth

    History’s dead

    Nameless bones

    Lime flowers

    Brittle

    Leap of faith

    Kangchenjunga

    Earth quake

    Oil lamp

    We stymie you

    Introduction

    The light grew less in his eyes and other poems

    Liberated poems rooted in Indian Sensibility

    For want of a better nomenclature we may call it the Indian sensibility, the sensibility that operates between an Indian poet and an Indian audience. Poetry is a product of an exquisite sensibility which is roughly equal to the ability to appreciate and respond to complex emotional or aesthetic influences, sensitivity to sensory stimulii, etc. The question is often asked if there is a sensibility unique to a particular country or its people, directly flowing from the cultural consciousness of its people. Here we are not talking merely about the poet’s own sensibility, his own sensitivity to the influences around him. The sensibility also relates to the people who form his milieu from which he operates. Thus, an Indian poet writing in an alien tongue will draw from his own cultural conscious and incorporate in his vision the complex aesthetic influences working on him and manage to produce a body of poetical work that relates to his people more than to the Western audiences using their language in a manner that may sound outlandish to them. Nevertheless such work will still have some appeal to the global audience because the English that results is a unique creation of Western expression with Indian flavor. The myths that form the stuff of poetry may have been born in the Indian soil but the memes, defined as units of cultural expression will always have something in them to appeal to a much larger audience.

    The physical environs are unique to the landscape around the poet. Thus we do not have daffodils in India for a Bloomsbury poet to write poems about. But we have our own sensory influences to work upon. But essentially poetry remains a universal experience that can be enjoyed and appreciated by audiences anywhere in the world.

    The question is whether an alien language does adequate justice to the

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