A Habitat of Creativity
Summit
Meet
"I
hear
the voice of time in poems", says Adonis. Shuntaro Tanikawa reminds not
to perk up the ears to one sound. One should be open "to another sound,
another voice"
Czeslaw
Milosz observes:
"I
sit, a sly and angry poet...
And,
weighing
a pen in my hand,
I
plot
revenge.
I
poise
the pen
and
it
puts forth twigs and leaves
it
is
covered with blossoms
And
the
scent of the tree is impudent,
for
there,
on the real earth,
such
trees
do not grow."
Tomas
Transtromer
adds, "There is too much that can neither be written nor kept
silent."
Roberto Juarroz quips, "To speak is to live another way, but also to
die
another way."
He
goes
on:
"Every
silence is a magic space
with
a
hidden rite,
the
womb
of a summoning word,
and
an
essential detail
of
antisilence...
The
rite
may be
the
solitude
of a poem
the
word
the sign that
every
poem hides
and
the
point of antisilence
the
sound
of the hand
calling
from inside the poem.
Silence
is a temple
that
needs
no god."
The
colloquy
continues— A
Summit-Meet
Poetry
Habitat : "I send
up my rocket to land on...the final planet where the Great Brain of the
universe sits waiting for a poem to land in his golden pocket."--Allen
Ginsberg
Poetry
"is the monster hiding in a child's room, it is the scar on a beautiful
man's face.It is the last blade of grass being picked from the city
park."--Brian Patten. Poems
of Allen Ginsberg, Bella Akhmadulina, Brian Patten, Chong Hyon-Jong,
Dennis
Brutus, Ernesto Cardenal, Ferenc Juhasz, Gabriel Okara, Giovanni
Raboni,
Gunter Kunert, Helmut Zenker, Henrik Nordbrandt, Jacques Dupin,
John
Ashbery, Kofi Nyidevu Awoonor, Leopold Sedar Senghor, Miroslav Holub,
Nancy
Morejohn, Nicanor Parra, Octavio Paz, Tadeusz Rozewicz,Ted Hughes,
W.S.Rendra,
Yang Liuhong, Yevgeny Yevtushenko and other poets are here— Habitat and Habitat-II.
The
Poet Says : "The poet
tempts you with lies as well as truth.The poet's lies are truer than
truth." —The
Poet's Lies by Rajendra Kishore Panda
Poetry
Folio : "Torrential
showers of silence...What is it that still pants? A breast or sky? What
is it that flutters inside? An apple or a sun? No. A bomb. No. A
bubble. No. A sperm.
Yes.The
sperm." —Ashadh
by Bharat Naik. "It is
difficult to return home now, who will recognise us ?..My
mother will get scared, it is better not to return home now."
—Returning Home by Surjit Patar. Among the
other Indian poets in this publication are — Sochi Rautroy, Subhas
Mukhopadhyaya,
Jayanta Mahapatra, Nilmani Phookan, Harbhajan Singh and Bibhu
Padhi —Here
And Now
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