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Revealing and Concealing 'Eunuch' |
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by Zahira Rahman |
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I have talked to Rizio often, but her poetry tells me that I never did. Her hidden depths are those that I discovered in her delightful play with the symbolic. She takes enormous risks with images and thoughts: Take for instance, the lines from 9 August 1945: An Indian Script: “Today, as we pick the immaculate ones, We have heard countless echoes of the ‘fat man’ and the memory has ceased to shock us, but the Indian Script subtly constructs images of mindless violence and stays with us — ominous, black, billowing — never really of the past, always spawning unawares into the present on ‘the damp logs’. There is history, personal and the political, spread over many of the verses in this collection. October Dreams, 1917: A Flashback suggests real people erased with official written history. In her Family Album, the autobiographical sketches are so vivid and warm that the people she talks about emerge smiling and vibrant. “In the earliest of my recollections, Again: I told her how you have only incurred She doesn’t lack in a humour either, when she so sensitively talks of the cut chicken in her Sunday Special. A woman of many parts. Hack. As her enlightened readers have pointed out, identity and self are her preoccupations, which make her love poems which she has named Erotica to gleam in the sanctified light of her wisdom. To me who has always found it inhibiting to make public one’s sexuality , this discovery of a ‘chaste’ language in which lovemaking sounds and looks as pure as nature’s lush mating seasons, is a gift. And she has wandered into territories beyond our immediate Universe to delve into our psycho physical being. Skin of the Cyborg is a very complex poem dealing at once with creativity’s problem of expressing the imaginative self in terms of the outside reality and questions of self that rack the modern brain. Where do our thoughts reside? In the realm of mechanical data or within the hidden folds of our bewildering consciousness? Is the surreal our path to real knowledge? And what is reality? What is it to be a human being? Frightening questions, when artificial intelligence and biomechanical forms are not impossibilities. Almost a century after Virginia Woolf asked the question we are still clueless. But there are poets among us, like Rizio, who have not ceased to explore. Rizio’s erudition is awesome when she flits from one subject to another and does not leave till she has drunk deep. |
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Dr. Kalpna Rajput 10/24/2010 05:48 AM
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