Dialect of Distant Harbors
Autor Dipika Mukherjeeen Limba Engleză Paperback – 9 ian 2023
With wonder, empathy, and even rage, Dialect of Distant Harbors summons a shared humanity to examine issues of illness and family. Dipika Mukherjee’s poems redefine belonging and migration in a misogynistic and racist world. “A grievous vastness to this world,” she writes, “beyond human experience.”
As the world recovers from a global pandemic and the failure of modern government, these poems are incantations to our connections to the human family—whether in Asia, Europe, or the United States. Dialect of Distant Harbors focuses on what is most resilient in ourselves and our communities.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781933880938
ISBN-10: 1933880937
Pagini: 112
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 3 mm
Greutate: 0.18 kg
Editura: CavanKerry Press
Colecția CavanKerry Press
ISBN-10: 1933880937
Pagini: 112
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 3 mm
Greutate: 0.18 kg
Editura: CavanKerry Press
Colecția CavanKerry Press
Notă biografică
Dipika Mukherjee is the author of two novels, Shambala Junction and Ode to Broken Things, and a short story collection, Rules of Desire. She has published two books of poetry, The Palimpsest of Exile and The Third Glass of Wine. She teaches at the Graham School at the University of Chicago, as well as StoryStudio Chicago.
Cuprins
Wanderlust Ghazal
Bangkok, 1956
Sleep
Dreamscapes: Haibun
Buddham Sharanam Gachchami
Awshukh; Disease
Monsoon; Delhi
K Block, Chittaranjan Park
Going back to where I’m from
Turn away
This Shawl
Rewound
After the Ice-storm
A Question
These Words Once Danced in Red Jooties
Printers Row, Chicago
While his Guitar Gently Weeps, I turn
At Door County, Wisconsin
Dynamite
Descent from the Winter Garden
Dreamers, 2017
Foreign Passport
Say The Names
Death, A Crow
Supermoon in April
Learning not to Apologize
Saudade
Benign Negligence
Migration, Exile...These Are Men’s Words
The Dialect of Distant Harbors
A Diptych at the Seaside
Keeping the Faith
Hindustani Musalmaan: An Indian Muslim
Sempiternal Fire
Amsterdam!
Guan Yin in the Huangshan
Mountain Echoes
It may have been the third glass of wine
Damp Red Earth and Pouring Rain (Pankti)
Aphorisms from the Malay Archipelago
Bangkok, 1956
Sleep
Dreamscapes: Haibun
Buddham Sharanam Gachchami
Awshukh; Disease
Monsoon; Delhi
K Block, Chittaranjan Park
Going back to where I’m from
Turn away
This Shawl
Rewound
After the Ice-storm
A Question
These Words Once Danced in Red Jooties
Printers Row, Chicago
While his Guitar Gently Weeps, I turn
At Door County, Wisconsin
Dynamite
Descent from the Winter Garden
Dreamers, 2017
Foreign Passport
Say The Names
Death, A Crow
Supermoon in April
Learning not to Apologize
Saudade
Benign Negligence
Migration, Exile...These Are Men’s Words
The Dialect of Distant Harbors
A Diptych at the Seaside
Keeping the Faith
Hindustani Musalmaan: An Indian Muslim
Sempiternal Fire
Amsterdam!
Guan Yin in the Huangshan
Mountain Echoes
It may have been the third glass of wine
Damp Red Earth and Pouring Rain (Pankti)
Aphorisms from the Malay Archipelago
Recenzii
“Mukherjee's latest poetry collection is a penetrating, intercontinental and reflective sheaf of poems on aging, illness, faith, and family written in a keen diasporic music. Mukherjee is skilled in various poetic forms. Her vision is clear and her sensory awareness of the stuff of human experience is stunning. As she says, ‘sometimes the third eye is a camera, / sometimes a fist to the heart.’”
“Mukherjee’s masterful lyricism and storytelling complicate the immigrant narrative: ‘hundred is the sum of me. . . I have a hundred ways to be.’ From her native Delhi to her adoptive Chicago, to New Zealand, Kuala Lumpur, and beyond, her poetic kaleidoscope refracts the self like ‘the light of many Buddhas carved into stone, holy and potent.’ Lush, fierce, and tender, these poems sing of family and childhood, love and loss, while grappling with cultural identity, migration, womanhood, and race. If, as Czeslaw Milosz says, language is the only homeland, then to read this book is to rediscover that beloved yet elusive soil, and ‘to live again in that house on stilts, taste / the sharpness of anchovies / dried on bamboo vines.’”
“Whether writing ghazals or haibuns or unpacking the brutality of recent historical events, Mukherjee’s collection is a hybridic journey of translations, storytelling, reportage, lyrical unfoldings, and acts of witness. Language and lineage take center stage as the palimpsest of memory, history, and utterance is explored. Though steeped in elegies for the dead, Mukherjee’s book is also praise-filled and empowering as she guides us through a detailed terrain of muslin petticoats, Weird Al, Calcutta heat, and ‘black diamonds under bare feet,’ as well as the rich odors of smeared chutney, woodsmoke, and ink. By the end, I feel Mukherjee’s ‘benediction / in the prickle of my scalp.’”
“Among contemporary poetry exploring the complicated subject of ‘where I’m from,’ Mukherjee’s work stands out in these frank, fast-moving, and musical poems. She takes us into worlds of food, fragrance, and ‘goddesses,’ as well as ‘women / who bury infant girls in the ground, into / milk vats to drink until they drown.’ Her poems reside in Chicago, Calcutta, Delhi, and Door County, Wisconsin, as intimate as they are political. A woman relaxes on a downtown sidewalk enjoying an impromptu concert by a street musician, and a mother arriving at Chicago’s O’Hare Airport is panicked when her nine-year-old son is led away for an inspection of his ‘foreign passport.’ A poem takes its epigraph from the widely publicized gang-rape and murder of a young woman on a bus in Delhi in imagining a communal shawl, ‘stained,’ by physical evidence and memory, worn by all women who experience sexual violence. As a poet with a doctorate in Sociolinguistics, Mukherjee enjoys and honors languages, occasionally mixing in Bengali, her ‘chalice of magic.’ She has a well-tuned ear and feel for form, knowing when to write in tight, alliterative lines, when to swing across the page, and when to write in the prose of a haibun. Reading this book is a sensory pleasure, musically and visually.”
"Mukherjee’s work is kaleidoscopic in its scope and emotion, a thoughtful examination of migration, belonging, and recovery in a profoundly racist world that leaves room for the full range of emotions associated with resilience. Alternating between wonder, love, and at times even rage, Dialect of Distant Harbors is a remarkable achievement in making sense of our modern world through verse."