Wednesday, October 14, 2020

FOREWORD to An Anthology of Modern Indian English Poetry

 

                                                    FOREWORD

                                          

Each anthology is a marker of it’s time and trends, but this anthology, conceived as a sequel to The Golden Treasury of Indo-Anglian Poetry (1970), is an extension of poet-critic V.K. Gokak’s  work “consisting of modern and modernist poets,” as poet-professor Veeresh Badigar emphasizes.  Gokak’s anthology included selected poets and poems from 1828 to 1965, and several poets from 1965 onwards, without excluding some of the avant-garde signatures of modern Indian English Poetry, such as A K Mehrotra, P Lal, Nissim Ezekiel, R Parthasarathy, Adil Jussawalla, Dilip Chitre, Arun Kolatkar, A K Ramanujan, Pritish Nandy, to name a few, needed to be re-viewed in perspective, possibly with the same historical value and contemporary interest that prompted Gokak to make his anthology.

 

Through his selections poet-editor  Badigar underlines the contributions of several poets of the late 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, and 1990s who were widely acclaimed for their structure and texture. He also adds newer poets who never left India and yet proved their poetic prowess and linguistic competence comparable with the native speakers of English.

 

Poets such as Gopal Honnalgere, P Raja, I K Sharma, R K Singh, O P Bhatnagar, T V Reddy, Smita Agarwal, P C K Prem, D C Chambial, and others are all steeped in Indian milieu, ethos and culture. In fact with their different verses they contribute to the making of, and exposure to, Indian reality which does not deny our present day norms, values, and perceptions.  Their poetic communication re-defines, too, their indigenous contexts, and personal and cultural identities, memories and inwardness, as also noticed in, say, Kamala Das, Eunice de Souza, Shiv K Kumar, Dilip Chitre etc.  Almost all of them reveal their mind and self, whatever their experimentation in terms of form and content, to divine the new Indian sensibilities.

 

The poet-editor of the anthology thinks with the legacy of the past and responsibility to the present as he includes a dozen living voices and accords their poems a literary status. He seeks to introduce to the new generation of readership the poets who not only developed and established the genre of Indian English Poetry but also made it internationally visible and acceptable as  distinct from native writing in English.

 

I feel glad to have become a part of the volume which should be noticeable for the editor’s vision, taste for the different and the bold, eye for the contemporary ways of living and thinking, and attempt to re-imagine what it means to live with each other in the 21st century literary ecosystem.  I am confident the community of  researchers and scholars the world over will find the new anthology significant , readable and useful as a record and document.

                                                                            

                                                                                                --R K SINGH

 

(Formerly Professor of English, Dept of Humanities & Social Sciences, Indian Institute of Technology—ISM, DHANBAD-826004)

 

 

 

An Anthology of Modern Indian English Poetry, ed. V R  Badiger. Agra: Current Publications, 2020. ISBN 9789390253272

Saturday, October 10, 2020

Ashwarya Jha in Conversation with Poet Professor R K Singh

 

INTERVIEW: Professor R K Singh


 Ashwarya Jha* in Conversation with Poet Professor R K Singh

 

1.Tell us more about your background and journey. 

 

I am now 70 years old, a retired professor of English, possibly better known as a poet, especially as an Indian haiku and tanka practitioner in English than as a practitioner of  ELT or ESP, especially for Science and Technology, which was my main academic concern for teaching  and research at Indian School of  Mines, now IIT, for about four decades.

 

Born, brought up and educated in Varanasi, now better known as the parliamentary constituency of  PM  Modi, I have been living in Dhanbad since February 1976.  But the mindset and culture of the narrow lanes and alleys of the ancient city I imbibed, living with parents and eight siblings in a small house near the bank of the river during the 1950s and 1960s, still  survives. I couldn’t be at home anywhere for a long. I’ve remained rather restless, maybe because of the missing freedom to think and pursue my interests, the lack of broadness and openness of mind I interacted with, and the intolerance for differences that would challenge my ‘sanskar’ or mental habits. Honestly speaking, I’ve  remained a ‘misfit’ everywhere, be it here in Dhanbad, or elsewhere—Pulgaon, Lucknow, New Delhi, or Deothang (Bhutan) where I went to work after  completing M.A. in English Literature from BHU in 1972.

 

I aspired for a career in journalism , but ended up in teaching, which I found more congenial . As luck would have it, I couldn’t leave Dhanbad, despite my dislike for the place. It is here, after joining ISM as faculty, that I completed my PhD on Sri Aurobindo’s Savitri (part-time, from M G Kashi Vidyapith) in 1981. Doing a PhD within five years of appointment was a necessary condition for continuing as Lecturer. Then,  I was married in 1978, and blessed with two  children—a son, who is now Colonel in the Army, and a daughter, who is a Senior Manager in a multinational pharmaceutical company.  I had to work hard  to rise to the level of Professor but I am happy I could survive innumerable problems  and  establish myself as an academic.  

 

 

2. How was your experience in ISM (Indian school of mines) as a professor ? 

 

Can I begin with my experience as a Lecturer, first? Honestly, my initial experience was  extremely disappointing. From February 1976 to December 2015 is a long time. I was 25 when I joined ISM. I had a reasonably good exposure to dirty politics that frustrates ambition of a young aspirant keen to do something positive, relevant and meaningful in a challenging environment.

 

Soon after joining the Dept of Humanities & Social Sciences (HSS)  I  realized that I was the wrong person they had selected. I was not trusted by the authorities for my purely academic views. It was a trial of sort at every stage for suggesting any changes in the syllabus (of English) or starting new courses or programmes. They attached no value to relevant teaching in areas of HSS or promoting research in the department. My career in ISM, thus, began with suffering hostility and threats of all kind, including lies and falsehood, motivated reports, warnings, harassment, court cases, and even threats  to personal life for not behaving like ‘a good boy’, or for ‘teaching me a lesson.’ 

 

I saw my ‘security’ in teacher activism and within a year of joining, I became Secretary of  ISM Teachers Association. My active resistance to anything wrong at institutional level made me, along with a couple of others, rather notorious. I knew I was working in an institution  which had no university or research culture. The dominating mindset was that of a polytechnic. At a stage when, as Secretary of  ISMTA,  I met the then Union Minister of Education, he regretted that ISM was one of the problem deemed universities in the country.

 

Subsequently, the  Administration rectified their error or misunderstanding about me, and things became normal as soon as my PhD was awarded. I could survive hostility  and opposition from the main departments because I had no vested interests to promote.

 

If mediocrity dominated the top hierarchy, it was visible in the totality of institute’s performance. The Dept of  HSS could not be expected to perform miracle with just two teachers! It needed overhauling, faculty addition ,   new courses, new programmes at postgraduate level, and doctoral level research.  This is what I tried to do, but with continual resistance from various bodies.

 

With the adoption of need-based and skills oriented ‘English for Specific Purposes’ (ESP) syllabus, I could do what no other IIT was doing. My research and publications in the area during the 1980s and 1990s  had the international visibility, even as I shifted my focus to Indian Writing in English, especially poetry, which continues even after my retirement.

 

The MPhil programme we started has also drawn attention of universities in the country, but unfortunately, it is now closed down.

 

However, I must emphasize that ISM is one institute where individual faculty is free to do whatever new they want to do. Sky is the limit for a self-motivated person, whatever area they choose to work in. There has been a considerable improvement in academics and research since the institution became an IIT.

 

3. Being Author of 46+ Books, how do you deal with critics.

 

Once a book is published, the author has no control over it. I respect the autonomy of the reader who is free to appreciate, interpret or evaluate it according to his or her own sensibility, knowledge or understanding of the subject.  So, I do not question my critics, even if they may be biased, negative or hostile at times.  A sympathetic critic, however, is always a positive influence.

 

4. Please recall one of your experiences as a journalist.

 

I still remember when as a young learner journalist, working free for a Hindi weekly in Varanasi, I wrote a letter to the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh, Sri C B Gupta, for helping a woman in dire need, he promptly responded and directed the local administration to help her. My regular column in the weekly had given me a sense of identity.

 

But I was disillusioned after joining The Press Trust of India (PTI), New Delhi as a trainee Journalist. A senior sub-editor, Mr Mukud, who happened to be my table in-charge also, had a natural dislike for me. He would always find fault with my writing/editing. I also remember how several journalists would  try to avoid putting their initials on the copies they wrote or edited for fear of being snubbed (for their mistakes) by the Chief Editor, Mr Raghavan. I also learnt how ‘hearsay’ was the only criterion of one’s future/career. I can’t forget how I had constantly suffered tremendous mental torture for the sin of joining the PTI to become a journalist. I left the organization in utter frustration and switched over to teaching. 

 

 

5. What do you think about the quality of journalism in India and how can it be improved?

 

I am no professional or qualified journalist to make any comments. Most reporting is motivated, be it printed or visual. As a common man, however, I must say that the quality of Hindi reporting has considerably declined, while the reporting in English in  The Hindu has continued to maintain a standard worth emulating.  About the news on TV media, the less said, the better.

 

6. Could you please write one or two lines of your work to inspire our readers.

 

I am not sure if my writing inspires. I am not didactic or moralist, but an observer, looking within and without, shunning nothing:

 

“in silence/one with the divine will/growing within”

“squatting/in the middle of the field/a woman with child”

“awake/alone on the housetop/a sparrow”

 

As a poet I am ever in search of life, getting connected with things ‘here and now’, imaging ‘momentness of a moment’, and enlarging my self to the universal sameness of human feelings.  I am also inspired by the human body which is the best picture of the human soul: I glorify it. We are flesh in sensuality and there is divinity in it.

 

7. Which book would you recommend to our readers and why?

 

It’s a difficult question to answer. One should read what one is interested in, or likes.  Unfortunately, I keep reading and forgetting.  Having said this, I recall a book Deschooling Society by Ivan Illich I read in the early 1970s. It seems relevant in our (post) Covid-19 context, for the writer’s conviction that the ethos, not just the institutions, of society need to be ‘deschooled’.  Universal education through schooling, for example, is not feasible.  We need alternative institutions to get rid of physical pollution, social polarization and psychological impotence that are the dimensions of global degradation and modernized misery.  The book may provide new insights.

 

 

8. What motivate and inspires you to keep coming up with content. Where does your inspiration lie?

 

As I said in the beginning, after I came to ISM, I lost my peace in the whirlwind of uncertainties of all sorts-- teacher activism, academic research, and professional concerns -- alongside my family responsibilities. The more the tension, the more the writing. Writing and publishing happened as a relief, something therapeutic, or self-healing, or restoring the inner balance, in a rather sterile environment.  And, it continues. Any small,  negligible aspect of one’s behavior or attitude, any ordinary or insignificant event, anything anywhere at any time can inspire  me and become an imagery. Even something read or heard or viewed in the past may get connected with something NOW and incite me into a poem.  Writing brief, personal lyrics, especially tanka and haiku, has become a spiritual exercise, helping me pursue what is true, fulfilling and joyous.

 

Thank you.

 

*Ashwarya Jha is Team Member, Eat My News . https://www.eatmy.news  

https://www.eatmy.news/2020/10/your-writing-may-help-you-in-your.html?m=1 


Tuesday, October 06, 2020

My haiku published in Petruska Nastamba, 04 October 2020

Петрушка настамба

 

 

Yellow lemons

still hanging after the storm

sunny backyard

***

sun rising late

slow arrival of winter

feverish warmth

***

weaving webs

between branches and leaves

autumn spiders

***

fit of sneezes

no winter allergy

thinking of sex

***

fingers feel

decaying fireflies

in lamplight

***

white light

dressing off her shoulders

musky scent up

***

prayer book

covering the glass—

his last drink

***

noon sun-

yellow blouse

on her wet back

***

brightness

straining through the trees:

tea in full moon

***

waking up

gloves ready for the catch-

unclaimed light

***

forever

a vanishing guest:

loneliness

***

unlockdown:

fractured biorhythm

deity distance

***

Sunday’s lunar light

shining into the deepest-

my shadow self

***

stands behind the door

in pleasing nudity

a woman in hurry

***

I didn’t want to stare

her derriere lacks

definition

***

resting

in the cleft of the rock

honeybees

***

float over the hill

the autumn circles of smoke-

her long hair streaming

***

a quick brush

with snake in the fence:

plucking flowers

***

December dusk

firy cleavage on roadside

breathless coalfield

Ram Krishna Singh

–R K SINGH

Bio note:

Ram Krishna Singh, a renowned Indian English poet, has been writing  for about four decades. Professionally,  till December 31, 2015,  Professor of English  at IIT-ISM in Dhanbad, he has published more than 160 research articles, 175 book reviews and 46 books, including Sense and Silence: Collected Poems (2010), New and Selected Poems Tanka and Haiku (2012), I Am No Jesus and Other Selected Poems, Tanka and Haiku (2014), You Can’t Scent Me and Other Selected Poems (2016), God Too Awaits Light (2017), Growing Within/Desăvârşire lăuntrică  (English/Romanian, 2017),  There’s No Paradise and Other Selected Poems Tanka & Haiku (2019), and Tainted With Prayers/Contaminado con oraciones (2020).   His haiku and tanka have been  internationally read and appreciated. web: https://rksingh.blogspot.com  ; email: profrksingh@gmail.com

 

https://petruska-nastamba.ml/ram-krishna-singh-india/ 

Sunday, October 04, 2020

My poems published in ПЕТРУШКА НАСТАМБА - Часопис за језик, књижевност и културу

 

1

NIRVANA

Hours of silence

and a lot of walks:

no facile words

no touchiness

no paranoia

no pilgrimage

but chanting within

through the declining day

the inner acoustics

on a hilltop

no cloudy incantation:

gasp for nirvana

2

ENERGY BLOCK

Frazzled and restless

bouts of anxiety

addiction, sleeplessness

spinal degeneration

pain in the neck and back

numbness in the legs

loss of teeth, libido

anal bleeding and what not

failure to stay focused

and dying desires to do

what I used to do

are not mere ageing

things get hairy, scary

with body failure

ailments pop up

spirit dries up

mind disconnects

I’m hardly centered

to clean my age’s turd

on inner chakras

meditate and forget

the memories’ load

and die a new being

3

ROOTLESS

Hidden from the eyes of others

I was made in secret

but I can’t remember my birth

from foetus in the womb

to severing of the cord

erased the memory

now rootless in the valley

fading sensations of years

pierce the darkling wings of

world wide web that blob my being

twisted and tangled, brushed

away like  a fly hate mongers

hashtag my creation

pirouetting platitudes

4

BURIAL

I want to burn the fallen leaves

but fear the flame will hurt the trees

I can’t stand the stench rains bring

the backyard is too big to clean

I can’t rescue my habitat

nor trim the trees for better light

this all reflects the shambles made

for disco of convenience

why regret burial by

taunting helplessness now

5

TEN TANKA

No one around

before the paper deity

dead flowers

giving me the push

„quick, get up,“ I hear

 

Waking to a morning

tainted with prayers

on the toilet seat

nude nature waves a dull sun

smitten by the night’s long eclipse

 

Earthy body

and nightness of silence

fear in mirror

return to the river

echoing hollowed sound

 

Before retiring

swallowing pills to mitigate

her rising hackles

that walk me through to death

of desire for love in bed

 

Life is beautiful

when you enter another

body…mind

and become one

in each other

 

No cakes or cookies

to celebrate my birthday

this New Year eve

lunar eclipse and blue moon

cheer the cup in foggy chill

 

Short nights and long days

sleep loss rustles a friction

echoing in bed

the cycle of cravings

over and over again

 

The busyness

and weariness of now

they toss about

regulating their sleep

by one another’s

 

Light switched off

for love sliding on

window pane

moon too shies away

behind the bare trees

 

A moment of love

and long silence for years:

from dream to nightmare

again fear grips my soul

I sense her presence around

Ram Krishna Singh

 Bio Note: Ram Krishna Singh

 Ram Krishna Singh, an Indian poet, has been writing in English for about four decades. Professionally,  till the end of 2015,  Professor of English (HAG) at IIT-ISM in Dhanbad, he has published more than 160 research articles, 175 book reviews and 46 books, including  God Too Awaits Light (2017), Growing Within/Desăvârşire lăuntrică  (English/Romanian, 2017),  There’s No Paradise and Other Selected Poems Tanka & Haiku (2019), and Tainted With Prayers/Contaminado con oraciones (English/Spanish, Traductor Joseph Berolo Ramos, 2019). He has also published a memoir, Writing Editing Publishing: A Memoir (2016), which may interest literary historians, researchers and poets. His haiku and tanka have been  internationally read and appreciated. web https://profrksingh.wordpress.com ; email: profrksingh@gmail.com 

https://petruska-nastamba.ml/ram-krishna-singh-indian/

 

 

Saturday, October 03, 2020

The Bamboo Hut, No.4, 2020 publishes my four tanshi

 R.K. Singh


covid-19

reading the astral transit
ceaseless lockdown
oversanitised hands
playing 'stairway to heaven'


the rivers
decayed into sewers
revive in lockdown:
no plastic bottles, no bags
and fishes swim near the banks


ridicule
their exploring gaze
veiled women
with colours, patterns
and seismic movement


I'm not alone
waking up in the grave--
angels await
my rise to eternity
my love's union again

 

http://thebamboohut.weebly.com/number-4-2020.html