Showing posts with label Classic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Classic. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Thoughts on the poetry, theory, and a poet by Alok Mishra



The world has moved far ahead of the Wordsworthian age. Now, you are not in a position to expect sheer romantic verses romancing with nature from a poet. In fact, even a versatile figure like T. S. Eliot seems out of the context in the present scenario. Why did the circumstances change? To be able to be in a position from where you can ponder about the current developments in English poetry, you have to think certain facts.

In the past, there used to be a parallel line that connected the creation and theory. By theory, I mean the literary theory of a particular age. Several instances are the neo-classical theory, romantic theory, and post-modern theory. For the clarity of thoughts, the romantic theory dominated later eighteenth and early nineteenth century. Poets were producing the works that moved along with it. Keats, Byron, Shelley, and others wrote great romantic poems. However, what is the theory that governs today's poetical canvas? Thinking from another side of the thread, what theory do the poets keep in mind when they compose? Apparently, there is no theory today! I remember to have read in a book of literary theory that the present age, in fact, is a no-theory age. Poets enjoy the liberty to write what suits them.

Getting into the debate to a further level, the social and cultural conditions, that are somehow disordered, add additional pain to the writing of poets. The question of any 'how,' if it arises at any level, may seek an answer in the poem by Harold Pinter - "Modern Love". The poem describes the absence of feeling from the act of love. Moreover, it also shows the disgust of poet for the soulless society.

There is a classic phrase that like gets like. The life of modern people has actually become lifeless. That, a poet is someone from the society is an inevitable truth! Now, what a poet will write will be the same that he feels and observes.

"The hollow eyes,

scrutinizes the hollow apartments

hiding the hollow men

inside."

What else can one expect from a poet? The seeds of this hollowness on the pages of poetry have the roots in ancient times. Matthew Arnold and his 'melancholy roar' depicts the story well. T. S. Eliot further protracted the story by adding his wrath in that roar. Today, the poets are in a quandary over what to write and what to avoid. They have much to write; they have much to avoid!


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Friday, November 22, 2013

The Lion in Love

The Lion in Love

Aesop’s Fable (47)

Love slays the mightiest heart; it does.

The barbarous jaws, eager paws,
And eyes with tremendous fire,
A lion ties no calendar or laws,
He kills in East and wounds in Shire!

Once ages ago, a lion fell in love
And demanded woodcutter’s daughter.
Ah! but the love was not any above
Of mere infatuation for the slaughter.

‘I want your girl as my wife’
Said the blind lion to the poor man,
For whom it was on his life
To deny the proposal of mighty insane!

Lust like glutton dies.’

The witty woodcutter found a way.
With humble guise in voice, he said:
‘O lion, my daughter fears the play
‘Of your sharp teeth and claws, so made
‘A pleading- you let me take out
‘The agents of fear- the teeth and claws
‘And she will end her fearful bout
‘To swear with you the marriage vows.’

The wanton, the lewd, without any delay,
Was ready for his Pride and Life
To be very easily taken away,
For nothing but a ‘mere’ wife!

Losing thus the pearl, the clam went
Without guessing the certain loss
That fate for him would invent.

Days passed, the lion came
Back with his demand with pride,
Alas! He returned with guilt and shame
Instead of smiles, gain and ‘mere’ bride!


Sunday, 10 November 2013

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Mighty and the Weak, A poem by Alok Mishra

Mighty and the Weak

Difficile est proprie communia dicere.

In solace of night, two tormented fought
Over the issue of right to exist,
It is though accepted, anticipated and sought,
Weaker for the stronger is always a feast!
Poor candle with her tender light,
In the dense dark, served a sight.
Mighty wind with his bloody eager sword
Was ready to slay the sweet poor chord.
‘Pardon me, my frail existence, show mercy
‘O broad chested, O devouring wind
‘Omit me of your morsel, set free
‘I beg you… my life, not you grind!’
Pleaded thus, she stood calm, and did wait
For the reply of her piranha, her fate,
And he, the swollen might, in anger tried
To make her afraid, he thus replied:
‘I’m mighty; I love mighty; you be mighty
‘Or I slay you, you feeble poor creature!
‘To do you justice, to endure propriety
‘Are for the mighty like me just a torture!
‘To maintain peace, you weaker must die
‘And with peace and hope in grave lie!’
The gentle flame, the thin spirit, the brave soul
Boldly stood but in calm pose she listened his whole.
‘For the perils like you, might is right.
‘In His abode, where justice happens always,
‘Still the echoes say that right is might,
‘There devils are imprisoned and put in cage.’
The candle, true and upright, but weak,
Said these in her tender voice, so meek.
Arrogant and wild, the mighty wind lost sense,
For the thirsty of blood, nothing is offense!
With a blow, he collected some dry leaves
And pushed the innocent flame over them.
Pathetic! How one of her life he bereaves
With no regret, no mercy, and no shame!
The melting candle, dying of enormous pain,
Thought she how her stronger sisters grew insane!
‘How your beautiful earth will survive?
‘Shall you see with silence, or thrive?
‘If your world is for the might and power,
‘Why do you make creepers sans bower?’
With these words, she melted; she did die!
But she left questions to God, to be done.
The God who sits and watches all from high
The world that with same Moon and Sun,
To escape from these questions always does try…

Alok Mishra
28-07-2013