It is interesting that of the thirteen new poems in her third volume, The Old Playhouse and Other Poems (Madras, Orient Longman, 1973), which reprints twenty poems from the previous two volumes, the poems which stand out are the ones which are more sharply concerned with the question of a woman's identity, with an added difference that this woman persona is also conscious of her ageing and decaying body. It is unpunctuated, intentionally so, for even capital letters are omitted. If, for example, the stimulus “hut” produces the response “poor little house”, the relationship is one of similarity. She describes the “surf” that breaks on the shore and the “red house” that crumbles. The myths are like costumes. The poem, it must be noted, begins in the present: the speaker comes face to face with the sea. (My Story—p. 257-60. While the more conspicuous flight from history, embodying the historicity of the text, manifests itself as a function of the syntagmatic axis of the poem, the deeper involvement with history is more a matter of the textuality of history rather than the historicity of the text.12 This dialectic of textuality/historicity overlaps with the dialectic of visibility/invisibility noted earlier, and can be seen to operate at the levels of textual immanence and cultural critique. The Biblical, archaic overtones of the religious messages underscore the horror of what is being preached: The invocation to God which ends the poem is deliberately ironic, for the statement the poem makes is that the true purpose of belief in Him has been long forgotten. The spider's webs, moreover, are woven out of its own venom and waste, and are insubstantial. I needed to be remembered as one who lived a spectacular life. Even the illusion of salvation through love no longer sustains her—the strong man's “technique” is to serve love in “lethal doses”. This is apparent in the poem's mood of quiet acceptance. When the husband leaves, she drives along the sea and climbs ‘the forty noisy steps to knock at another's door’. The first of these is simply about a powerful man falling from favour. The novel is better. 1-38, for a comprehensive discussion of the language question in Indian English poetry. But when the results came, she was surprised to find only 1780 votes in her favour. George, Rosemary Marangoly. Her father's resourceful driver kept in his glove compartment a Muslim fez cap and a Hindu turban to ensure his safety in all areas of the city. The poet rejects these because of her awareness that they can never materialise, chiefly because of the cultural differences between the two of them. Her latter poetry, however, exhibits selective realism that presupposes a certain degree of idealisation, It employs enough of reality to evoke our sympathy; at the same time it idealises this reality to avoid painful sensations. The title-poem is one of Kamala's finest attempts to depict incompatible relationships. We were friends. The emotions which motivate such abandon are partially explained in “The Corridors”, which had also appeared in Summer in Calcutta. Stirring the dust. The theme of adultery in the Radha-Krishna stories? The prose makes it easier to overlook the syntactical weaknesses which, in verse, would have been unflatteringly obtrusive: “when i am with my friends and talking i remember him and suddenly i can no longer talk they ask me what is wrong why have you turned pale and i weakly shake my head nothing nothing. Flowers in the summer, Fires in the fall! I'll not swear everything in that book happened to me. …”, So might an adolescent speak of an infatuation! Vijayasree, C. “The Art of Memory: A Note on Kamala Das's Poetry.” In Perspectives on Kamala Das's Poetry, pp. They ask me to deny these things. 3 (1979): 127-137. She says, she is content with only tenderness. After the initial outburst against the husband, the substance of her daydreams is explicitly stated. 3 (1978): 148-53. I was to be the only candidate. Obviously the house had fallen into neglect since the death of the old grandmother. Accompanied by a painting of an altogether cuddlier tiger than the ‘Tyger’ depicted by the poem itself, ‘The Tyger’ first appeared in Songs of Experience in 1794. Yet a certain sombre mood in the poem makes it clear that it is an older woman's poem. Her Muslim ophthalmologist's body was found mutilated and dumped in a dustbin. In spite of this, she has been intensely attached to him and was able to feel hurt when he was hurt. It is from this that the poet is led to conclude that “Each truth / Ends thus with a query”. This is hardly the state of mind in which Kamala had entered into marriage, for she was young, inexperienced, and had willed herself to be romantically in love with her husband. In her autobiography she describes those days when horrors seemed to mount hourly. What starts out as a kind gesture results in a dangerous seduction and a deadly game of cat and mouse. After living almost all her life in cities outside Kerala, she had on her return thought of making a mark on the people by her idealism. This implies a movement in thought, accentuated by the ubiquity of verbs of motion in the poem. As I said earlier, even the talk of escape does not really carry with it much more than the realisation, lightly stated, that the relationship will have to end one day. Kamala Das, The Best of Kamala Das, Kozhikode: Bodhi, 1991, p. 81. Its form is not easy to explain, for it is not one which Kamala had turned to very consistently in the sporadic verse she had since written. It was published by Orient Longman and contains 33 poems, of which 14 had appeared in the first book and 6 in the second. Inasmuch as the seemingly unchanging hills of Anamalai constitute an escape from the ever-changing world of politics in the wake of her debâcle at the polls, these poems can be regarded as embodying the ahistorical other of what politics implies. I doubt, however, from the evidence in Kamala's other writing, notably her prose, whether she goes in much for such elaborate patterns. I categorize people as people/clever people. I feel rooted in Kerala. It was unsettling for them. Perhaps it would be useful to quote the actual lines: In view of the fact that these lines lead out of the “designed deafness” which ends the query of truth, it would appear that there is a certain irony implied in the statement that those who are satisfied merely with the asking, not with the actual answer, which does not seem to concern them, are the “lucky” ones. By being yourself you are helping society. In My Story (Chapter 4.) I visited my grandmother during my summer vacations. Explores Das's place in the tradition of confessional poetry, comparing her work with that of such poets as Robert Lowell. There are disabilities, but no frustrations. 62-82. But she does use metonymy as a stylistic device. You may not have had sex but it figured in the thoughts. I can't imagine the house without her. In ‘The Suicide’ the poet retreats from an impulsive desire for death and takes refuge in the memories related to her grandmother, the sea, the pale-green pond and the white lover. Very characteristic Indian images denote this other lover—his kiss is like the sting of a krait, a striking analogy which evokes the image of a lover planting on his beloved's mouth the treacherous kiss of betrayal and death. You don't need them. But instead she loses her freedom, and, dwarfed by his egotism, she is emptied of all her natural mirth and clarity of thinking: Yet there is a sense in which Kamala Das feels the need to find such a freedom imposed on her not by choice but by the circumstances which breed the fever of domesticity. And though she deals with the ‘conflict between passivity and rebellion against the male-oriented universe’, her poetry is in the final analysis an acknowledgement and a celebration of the beauty and courage of being a woman. From relics of foreign invaders, thrown. Your present avatar seems to be a very happy one. I believed that until ten years ago, until I realized Krishna too could be a myth. I was an emotional person. The childhood's fear, the fear every child has about its mother's death, gripped the poet; but all she did was ‘smile and smile’. Takes issue with some of the stylistic devices—for example, repetition—that Das uses to evoke pathos in her confessional poetry. In the poetry, on the other hand, the absence of its hold on the poet diffuses the significance of much of the writing. Now she wishes to be indifferent and “uninvolved”: But her longing for ‘rest’ is neither possible nor desirable. eNotes.com will help you with any book or any question. And she freely enjoys her freedom to the full. Efforts are made to answer these questions in this chapter. Anne Ranasinghe -- English writer: The South Asian Literary Recordings Project (Library of Congress New Delhi Office). In “Blood”, the great-grandmother is described as having been married to “a prince / Who loved her deeply for a lovely short year / and died of fever, in her arms”. ©2021 eNotes.com, Inc. All Rights Reserved. But I think of culture as a river. They mirror the actual reality of the poet's life. Why should I? So does her absorption in the lover even though the affair is over: “everywhere i look i see him everywhere … i do not look i see him i see him in all i see him in everything like a blue bird at sunset he flits across my sky. The impact of Kamala Das's poetry must ultimately be traced to its historical dimension as well as subjectivity. How can I talk about it? “Structure and Style in the Greater Romantic Lyric”, From Sensibility to Romanticism ed. While undoubtedly an older woman's book, occasional poems make it apparent that her former uninhibited involvement in the game of passion still surfaces from time to time. SOURCE: Das, Kamala, and Eunice de Souza. When I was going to read at Columbia I was told to be careful not to be politically incorrect. Today the Nair community is slowly changing from its matrilineal moorings to nuclear family set-up where the father is dominant. Kamala Das's third volume of verse, The Old Playhouse and Other Poems, appeared in 1973. In this sense, the poet's declaration is ironic. In 1984, she was awarded an Honorary Doctorate by the World Academy of Arts and Culture, Taiwan. Literal Comprehension: The poem “No Smoke from the Chimneys” is written by famous Nepali poet Siddhicharan Shrestha (1912 – 1992) and translated by Michael Hutt into English. Trying to count the number of her friends is hopeless, for she is in fact an outsider, always on the fringe of a crowd, playing a role and known as something / somebody other than the person she really is. Susan Willis, “Black Women Writers: Taking a Critical Perspective”, Making a Difference: Feminist Literary Criticism, eds. Kohli presumes it is autobiographical “in the light of what Kamala Das says about her own relationship with her husband.”1 Having assumed this autobiographical element it is natural for him to infer that “It protests against the constraint of married life: the fever of domesticity, the routine of lust, artificial comfort and male domination which Kamala Das asserts that she has known and found abominable in her life. Although my mother wrote incessantly of her happy marriage, I heard her quarrel with my father every night. Last Updated on May 6, 2015, by eNotes Editorial. I disliked the austerity thrust upon people by Mahatma Gandhi. Kumar, Sunil. In an extremely unusual and evocative metaphor she describes her mind as “an old / Playhouse with all its lights put out”. This silence sounds his defeat louder than any messenger of old could have done. || Prêt(e)s pour une partie ? The mosque, the chapel-bells and the Brahmin's chant are balanced in a simultaneous movement, productive of “hearts grown scabrous with hate”. I've written plenty about her in my stories in Malayalam as well. The woman's roles shift. As the first few lines of the poem indicate, the reunion is almost a rebirth. Word Count: 4189. The more recent shift in Kamala Das's love-theme is from the glorification of sexual love, of the man who fills her emptiness with a child, though she returns to it again and again, to a general dissatisfaction with the male character. There is after all something very definite and characteristic about the movement a fish makes while breathing. Comparison of Das's poems with her autobiography. She has also published short stories in English and in English translation. New Delhi, India: Intellectual Publishing House, 1995. O Taste and See, New York, New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1964. A Chapter-by-Chapter Critical Summary of Funny Boy by Shyam Selvadurai E.A. I am fully aware of a woman's privileges. The process of change, the imitation of the city-type was itself a long illness, a nausea in the brain. There's the freedom to reinvent oneself too, isn't there? Unless you have an experience to write about, your writing will become second-grade. Further, she advises us to “fall in love with an unsuitable person” to experience despair and meaninglessness of life. Kohli therefore appears somewhat off the mark in seeing the poem as ending “in an abrupt manner with the poet admiring the ‘clotted peace’ of the dead. The start of the poem has a pendulum-like movement, which is in keeping with the turning-rope at the end of which Nani swung till the police claimed her corpse. In fact an overriding feminist concern seems to be the unifying principle behind her recent collection of Malayalam short stories Palayanam. When I was in Germany, one of the professors said to the audience that I would interpret my own poems. Hence the frequent sense, in them, of a life complete in those moments. At nineteen she suddenly became very frigid and came away to Nalapat House carrying her little daughter with her, offering no explanation at all. Discusses Das's poetry in terms of her encompassing the Hindu and Malayalam traditions. The second poem is thematically an extension of the first. Her statement in the interview that about fifteen or twenty of these poems appeared in Indian Literature seems to be the result of some mix-up. I wanted to be loved. There is a sense of history repeating itself here, for the lines recall the grandmother's legacy of useless dolls in “Captive” (The Descendants). Three of these poems ‘Peripeurperal Insanity’, ‘A Requiem for My Father’ and ‘Another Birthday’ invoking three different strains of domestic sentiment have been already discussed earlier. ]Kamala Das, [New Delhi: Arnold-Heinemann, Indian Writers Series, 1971.] I wasn't so comfy in Bombay. Every time I came home from school, I saw her lying on a four-poster bed, writing. What captures the attention of the reader of these and other writings of Kamala Das is that she provides significant insights into the operation of sexual politics in her culture without at the same time making overt comments on it. It is tempting to read a plethora of suggestions into the comparisons made in the poem between the poet and a convict. Top ten poems Colombo … It's attacked by people because it is not what they want to consume. Romantic poetry, we are told, has a determinate speaker in a specific setting at a particular moment of time. Anamalai Poems dramatises one such attempt by a deterritorialized subject to relocate itself in a significant way: The theme of invisibility that recurs in poem after poem is a correlate of this sense of deterritorialization: Perhaps the best way to tackle the gender issue in Kamala Das is to read her poetry along with her several prose-narratives in Malayalam. From what you have said, it doesn't seem to be an integral part of being a Nayar woman. There are no other striking similarities between the poems. The whining beggars, the fortune-tellers with their caged parrots, the Kurava girls, the bangle-sellers and tired strangers who want a temporary asylum present a spectrum of the hot afternoon scene in the Malabar home. The question of otherness and, by implication, of the self, therefore, becomes a matter of paramount importance for the postcolonial woman writer. The past is evoked in order to underscore her movement away from it. Poems such as The sea of Galle Face Green, Smoke in Colombo , A Certain Defect in Blood, After July, Shopper at The difference of course may be that her feelings are now aroused less easily. Jacobson argues that any verbal discourse has generally two poles of connections between words or word-groups. New Delhi, India: Reliance Publishing House, 1993. She becomes, in turn, the “fat-kneed hag” in the bus queue, the patient in hospital, even the grandmother “Willing away her belongings, those scraps and trinkets / More lasting than her bones”. The decay of the “red house” and the death of the old woman help us understand this theme of the loss of innocence. The women in her poetry called their husbands ‘master’. In this poem the poet has expressed a freedom fighter as the speaker. For example, ‘The Dance of the Eunuchs’ objectifies through what is a familiar sight in India the contrast between the symbolic frenzy of the dance of the eunuchs and their actual ‘vacant ecstasy’ so that in reality their dance is mere ‘convulsions’. There she is. Something bright in all! I could be clever like a carpenter who knows fretwork but cleverness was never my motive. It is not a particularly profound dilemma; in fact, it is no more than rhetoric masquerading as speculation, and it ought to be recognised as such. In spite of the poet's bravado at the end when she talks of leaving her lover and walking along the sea-front, her desolation when he rejects her is forceful: “often after taking leave i open his door again and see him at his desk signing letters with the glasses with the stern look with the do you want something the change is so complete that i am silent and in silence must move away.”. [In the following interview, Das discusses her writings and her life.]. One has to move and grow due the flux of time. I see myself as a feminine creature who loves the company of brilliant men and women. It is perhaps consistent with the matrilinear tradition to which she traces her ancestry and with her general criticism of men for their failure to give her tenderness and warmth, that the only figure whom she presents as ideal is her great-grandmother: All she wanted was tenderness, and ‘an identity that was lovable’, but instead her circumstances have brought her the pain of growing old with ‘a freedom I never once asked for’: Thus there is a marked degree of discontent in Kamala Das's work which explains its double-edge of rebelliousness and tenderness. These are symbolised by the “shabby drawing-room”, and his “loud talk” which breaks in on her escapist dreams in the early morning. The opening line of this poem, ‘Tyger! It's an invention for a persona. “Kamala Das.” In Talking Poems: Conversations with Poets, pp. But you have stood for elections. In metonymy, thus, the focus shifts from one term to closely related another term. My father was the family bread-winner and he treated us all like menials. Obviously, her poetry is suffused in emotion. Much of the substance of this poem is directly autobiographical, being about the poet's childhood, especially in the first part. 3 0 obj Since this is so, she ought to school herself to be detached about her lover's body. <>>> If I committed a sin it was in a sinless way. While glass appropriately implies fragility, something that is transparent (therefore “pure”) and easily destroyed, its other related qualities do not necessarily imply positive values. It may be said that “Composition” also possesses the distinctive features of realistic poetry. 101; Contemporary Authors New Revision Series, Vols. New Delhi: Oxford University Press, 1999. To the east of the house lay lush paddy fields and ‘from the west the blue and frothy Arabian sea roared at night’. It is further indicated that the relationship was clearly a long and serious one, for divided loyalties are hinted at: “homes left behind”. …”, There is one more prose-poem in this volume, somewhat longer and more complex in design than the one just discussed. You've read abroad many times. || Nos #carreauxdeciment Munich en bleu de Prusse, Papaye et Fumée, en position étoile. Examines Das's work in the context of a feminist confessional tradition. In the poem, the speaker is looking at stone effigies of a medieval earl and countess. He is the perpetual irritant, an unwelcome intruder into the privacy of her mind: ‘With loud talk you bruise my premorning sleep, / You stick a finger into my dreaming eye’. These are hardly romantic details. On this far littoral by chance or greed, Don't make it a meal. Nalapat house with all its feudal associations, attractions and traditions is a central symbol in Kamala Das's poetry. I was pushed into the murky waters. I've written plenty of novellas, short stories, plays and essays in Malayalam. 134-41. For a selection of classical Tamil poetry see A. K. Ramanujan, Poems of Love and War: From the Eight Anthologies and the Ten Long Poems of Classical Tamil, New Delhi: Oxford University Press, 1985. When she marries, she says, her husband tells her to have “freedom” as much as she wants. Murali, S. “Writhing in Vacant Ecstasy: Reading Kamala Das.” In Perspectives on Kamala Das's Poetry, pp. Unless aware of the matriarchal pattern, it is difficult to appreciate fully in “Blood” the great-grandmother's agony over the ancestral house or the poet's vow: The great-grandmother's concern is not merely an emotional one. When a devoted husband and father is left home alone for the weekend, two stranded young women unexpectedly knock on his door for help. Nothing could more effectively convey the collapse of her psyche, of her essential vitality, than this image of derelict, and abandoned place of entertainment. What appeals to and disturbs us, moreover, is the seeming inability to learn from experience, to withdraw, to show restraint. The true interest of the poem does not lie in any memorable insights, images or phrases, but in the anguish of the woman at being abandoned by her lover. However, as the poem progresses, we see the personal dreams of the speaker getting intermingled with the dreams of others, making them stir and sigh in their sleep. What are these sounds, and why do they symbolise a kind of menace, the loss of the poet's sense of safety? 107-79. Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, The grey smoke towers. In the beginning, the woman visits her lover in the role of “pure woman, pure misery / Fragile glass, breaking / Crumbling …” There is, however, a certain complexity in the image. Provides a nihilist reading of Das's poetry. Kamala Das gives a picture of Nalapat tharavadu complete with details. Most of her poems including “Composition”, therefore, achieve a poetic realism which seems to be an outgrowth of romanticism. At the time I wrote it was necessary for women to write like that. The second part of the poem is much briefer. I should never have walked out of my red-tiled home in Malabar around which the Westerly and the trees weave silken music. In 1973 Kamala Das wrote. Similarly, while the great-grandmother addresses the poet and her brother, it is the poet who responds to this sense of family honour. New Delhi, India: Intellectual Publishing House, 1995. Summary: The speaker of the poem tells death that he does not have time to go with him. She comes to know that she has lived a life of “Involvements”: “and discovered / that both love and hate are involvements”. The clergy here love me for that! $15.00 Andrea Potos (Ed. It is easy, also, to identify the presence of guilt in Kamala as a diatribe against her husband. You don't write to impress an audience, but you have to get it out. C. Lenhardt, London: Routledge, 1984, p. 262. My mother didn't read her work to the children, but she used to read out lines or poems to my father who was an old-fashioned gentleman. Thus perhaps Kamala Das is speaking of the freedom which brings further imprisonment, of the escape which brings one back to more snares and more trappings. 1-4 (1977-78): 9-14. Kohli is right when he speaks of the poem as being “touchingly autobiographical”)7 but somewhat indiscriminate in assessing its poetic merit. While the glass-image is in character, the emotional pattern becomes a little difficult to follow. “What's in a Genre: Kamala Das's My Story.” Literary Criterion, 32, no. The king's messenger is represented by the telephone, which stays silent except for a wrong number. 165-70. But within her moods, there is an inborn “orderliness” or a visible structure. It is a tone not really present in the “new” poems in this volume; it belongs partly to the earlier poetry. The reason for drawing such a conclusion is undoubtedly the one half-line in the poem which reads: “You called me wife”. In ‘The Old Playhouse’, we learn that love is perhaps no more than a way of learning about one's self, that its reward is an insight not into another's being, but really into one's own. She says that all husbands and wives should “obey each other's crazy demands” so that they can turn their home into “a merry dog-house”. This definition is generally applicable to the structure of “Composition”.2 The poem opens with a determinate speaker who comes face to face with the sea: Certainly the use of “I” suggests the Romantic mode. In fact only eight of the Anamalai Poems appeared in Indian Literature (1985). At the conscious level, her favourite theme has always been the shadowy borderline between fulfilment and unfulfilment in love. More appealing poetically is the short poem “Nani” which is also based on an episode in the poet's childhood. For example. History, in other words, operates both on the visible and the invisible layers of Anamalai Poems. Twenty years ago we fell under the spell of Kafka, Dostoevsky. Her collections of poetry include Summer in Calcutta (Delhi: Rajinder Paul, 1965), The Descendants (Calcutta: Writers Workshop, 1967), The Old Playhouse and Other Poems (Madras: Orient Longman, 1975), Only the Soul Knows How to Sing (Kottayam: D.C. Books, 1966). I have already drawn attention to the shift in the tone of Kamala's love-poetry in this volume. The creaking rafters of the old house haunt her during the still nights in every town she lives in. They come here for comfort. He has all the deviousness of a snake, is “armed with cunning and violent hates and mistrust”, but he sheds them all in bed with her. I use it, however, to describe the difference between the lovers' exchange and the very intense, emotion-charged drama which characterises most of Kamala's other love-poetry. The literature is so muddied. Had Kamala been a little more judicious, this could have been a very fine, complex poem. There was a bathhouse, one or two thozhuthu (cattlesheds) and nellukuthupura (paddy-husking yard). Her poetry, therefore, is not merely the confession of “the facts” of her life; it is also the expression of universal truths experienced by an individual soul that longs to be one with men and with the world. On the one hand, it suggests the trappings of lust from which she must free herself to know true love. Kamala Das contested and lost the general elections to the Parliament of the Union of India from a constituency in her home state, Kerala, in 1984. %PDF-1.5 By Zara Raab. I wrote my first poem when I was six and showed it to my mother. Its theme is the tragic suicide of a young, pregnant, unmarried maid who was seduced and betrayed. The basic analogy is that both she and the convict seek possible modes of escape. No covering up. Now she feels that she must discover herself in others and be immortal: But such a discovery seems to be a distant possibility for her. I don't consider such to be a sin. The Descendants had also contained similar moments, but they were usually redeemed by a spirited comeback. <> India: Sardar Patel University Press, 1990. On the other hand, it suggests the soul's cry against its mortal dress. A very puzzling paradox in Kamala's work, one which occurs over and over again, is her fine sensitivity at times to what will “work” best in her poetry, contrasted with her seeming obtuseness at others. In Kerala you don't have to be rich to be respected, but you have to belong to certain families. The main tharavadu was an old red building about four hundred years old. How else to account for the fact that one overlooks lines like “virtue is the richest jewel yes yes yes but he is the jewel i prefer to wear”; or, “when i was ill my three year old son was brought to me amma he said leave this hospital come home with me even if i had died that week i would have walked as a ghost to my home and him so much of me was taken out and sent in jam jars to the pathological lab but what the lab did not need lay under sheets in room five sixty five and thought longingly of that little boy.”, In spite of such lapses the poem has a compelling, even hypnotic momentum. The images of kingship are sustained throughout: the valet, as well as the dancing girls, and the cringing crowd of yesterday. I'm not fond of such superstitions as the ones that appear in his book. Kohli even refers us to “The Suicide”, first published in The Descendants and included in this volume, to support his claim: “Bereft of soul / My body shall be bare / Bereft of body / My soul shall be bare …” Seductive as his interpretation is, I must differ in seeing the poem as much simpler. Perhaps the poet identifies herself with the dead, but paradoxically the imagery which evokes the peace of the dead belongs not to the world of the dead but to the living and continuing world of life in the embryo, passion in the veins, and life-blood in the soil …”8. Malayali poets read a lot but I can't hear any original voices. I don't know if you think of yourself as a feminist, but I'd like to claim your poems for feminism. Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 1992. 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