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WP, Traitor, You’re Back!; Itsy Bitsy News; Meditation at Lagunitas

Wow, no post for a l-o-n-g time. Primarily because WP showed up really crazy on my browser and I wouldn’t be ableto navigate through my own dashboard. Technological woes, huh.

So what all happened during this entire time?

I had some poetry out in a few litmags such as KINDLE and DUSUN; I finished up the 3rd part of my interview with Naren Bedide on Dalit Telugu poetry on PRAIRIE SCHOONER; our top poet K Satchidanandan mentioned my name in a multi-part article of the literature of the Northeast he is writing; a young “poetry entrepreneur” added my name among her hall of fame “poetry lounge” for the new website that she just launched; I received the cover proof of my short fiction collection (for which Ashok Banker has written a foreword), and Duckbill publishers of Adil Jussawalla’s newest YA poetry collection launched their FB page by giving link to my discussion on THE RIGHT KIND OF DOG.

Also, Prof. GJV Prasad from my alma mater JNU sent a good word about my novel:

“Nabina, finished reading your book a while ago. extremely interesting and thought provoking. I can see the poet every now and then. having liked the novel, I thought of what works and what doesn’t… wonder if you were a bit too controlled or was that the result of editing. I felt this was a very good novel, of significance to contemporary India … in any case this novel is a compelling read. congrats and thanks for giving me a copy.”

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I almost switched to tumblr thinking WP had gone kaput. Looks like it was my browser. No way I could login to tumblr either. Now I’m back to WP, or so it seems.

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June 3, 2010, we technically moved back to India from the US. Had no proper chairs or couches. This is where we ate, sat, read and griped:

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June 6, 2013, my niece Aishi turned 8. For me, she is my first babygirl. She loves water, I love water. She reads, I read. She screams and fights, I do too! Adorable little one:

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Poetry then?

What comes to me with a whiff of remembering something — where two memories are in fact fused — is also slightly disconcerting. And that is why the individuals in them or the essence of them will enter my writing some day.

Meditation at Lagunitas

BY ROBERT HASS

All the new thinking is about loss.
In this it resembles all the old thinking.
The idea, for example, that each particular erases
the luminous clarity of a general idea. That the clown-
faced woodpecker probing the dead sculpted trunk
of that black birch is, by his presence,
some tragic falling off from a first world
of undivided light. Or the other notion that,
because there is in this world no one thing
to which the bramble of blackberry corresponds,
a word is elegy to what it signifies.
We talked about it late last night and in the voice
of my friend, there was a thin wire of grief, a tone
almost querulous. After a while I understood that,
talking this way, everything dissolves: justice,

pine, hair, woman, you and I. There was a woman
I made love to and I remembered how, holding
her small shoulders in my hands sometimes,
I felt a violent wonder at her presence
like a thirst for salt, for my childhood river
with its island willows, silly music from the pleasure boat,
muddy places where we caught the little orange-silver fish
called pumpkinseed. It hardly had to do with her.
Longing, we say, because desire is full
of endless distances. I must have been the same to her.
But I remember so much, the way her hands dismantled bread,
the thing her father said that hurt her, what
she dreamed. There are moments when the body is as numinous
as words, days that are the good flesh continuing.
Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings,
saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.

—- Robert Hass, “Meditation at Lagunitas” from Praise. Copyright © 1979 by Robert Hass. Reprinted with the permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

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One comment on “WP, Traitor, You’re Back!; Itsy Bitsy News; Meditation at Lagunitas

  1. Shruti sareen
    August 9, 2013

    Nabina… please put up some pics of Spruha too, Nabina! I saw one or two, she is cute! 🙂

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