JEET THAYIL POEMS PDF

I fold my hands, press your blessings to my head. I kneel abed, mouth small praises where thy thighs collide. I bow, arise. Soon the sun will do the same, arise and bow. I take two pears from the Gauguin bowl, shine them with your slip.

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Jeet Thayil was nearly born in the middle of the Muhattapuzha River. The current has kept him ever since. Indeed, the spirit of the enfant terrible lives in Thayil's creations. His is in any case consistent with the paradoxical net of what is called 'Good Poetry' — what is captured is freed; what is severed is fused more perfectly. Thayil's filaments are adamant and fine, some wrapped in glass like kite thread 'They were fighting fish, no question about it' , their lattice possessed of a gravity that lets them settle on the very bed of the mind and spread, bright welding fires at their ends and edges, catalysts of synaptic anabranches and anastomosis.

In Thayil's poems, the gesture of encounter is submergence — think of weight in water, how swimming opens a third dimension of autonomous movement 'Start with fish'. This imperative of revelation through submersion is evident throughout his Collected Poems : the need to persistently immerse ourselves in the real of our lives 'He found himself drowned' in order to save them. Bibliography Poetry Collected Poems. K, , Penguin India, forthcoming. What was the point of it?

The stoned life, the chased, snorted, shot life. Some low comedy with a cast of …. I hid everything except the heads. They respect slaughter. They …. At 48, the youngest director in the history of the Civil Center for Falconry, Universal Understanding …. Leap tall buildings in a single bound? Forget you, buddy, I leap years, avenues, When you stop on Market Street for more anesthesia, pick up some supplies — brandy, papayas, The …. When the flooding in the basement got worse she slipped into a silly dress and danced to The Best of ….

Let us govern those who undertake the telling of stories. Censorship is good governance. Self-censorship is an …. I was born in the Christian South of a subcontinent mad for religion. Warriors and zealots tried to ….

Who has done this? The Heroin Sestina What was the point of it? Jeet Thayil. Superpower Leap tall buildings in a single bound? Forget you, buddy, I leap years, avenues,. Dear Heptanesia, When you stop on Market Street for more anesthesia, pick up some supplies — brandy, papayas, The ….

The Art of Seduction When the flooding in the basement got worse she slipped into a silly dress and danced to The Best of …. Nederlands Letterenfonds. Gemeente Rotterdam. Droom en Daad. Lira Fonds. Stichting Dioraphte. Prins Bernhard Cultuurfonds. Algemeen nut beogende instelling. Archives newsletter Privacy statement. It is made available here without charge for personal use only. It may not be stored, displayed, published, reproduced, or used for any other purpose without prior and written permission by Poetry International.

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Jeet Thayil was nearly born in the middle of the Muhattapuzha River. The current has kept him ever since. Indeed, the spirit of the enfant terrible lives in Thayil's creations. His is in any case consistent with the paradoxical net of what is called 'Good Poetry' — what is captured is freed; what is severed is fused more perfectly. Thayil's filaments are adamant and fine, some wrapped in glass like kite thread 'They were fighting fish, no question about it' , their lattice possessed of a gravity that lets them settle on the very bed of the mind and spread, bright welding fires at their ends and edges, catalysts of synaptic anabranches and anastomosis. In Thayil's poems, the gesture of encounter is submergence — think of weight in water, how swimming opens a third dimension of autonomous movement 'Start with fish'.

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Collected Poems

J eet Thayil is everywhere at the Jaipur literary festival. The poet, novelist and former drug addict moves between panels on the future of the novel, moderating sessions with poets and a spoken word gig. In person, the year-old is softly spoken, polite and extremely self-contained. At several points during our time together, there are long pauses. In those moments, he cries.

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