Rabindranath Tagore's 150th Birth Anniversary - 4

Tagore's Poetry in Translation

Tagore could not resist the urge to simplify when he translated some of his poems into English. The Gitanjali translation, which he made himself first and then got some help from WB Yeats in redaction, is taken by modern critics as an example of the disservice he did himself as a poet. To quote Fr Pierre Fallon (a Jesuit who taught Comparative Literature in JadavpurUniversity when I was in college at St Xavier's): “The Western Gitanjali loses much of the musical beauty and evocative power of the original poems.” Yet he calls it a 'jewel' in the category of English religious poetry.


Rabindranath was not unaware that he cut corners when it came to translating his own poetry. He wrote to his friend Rothenstein who introduced him to London, ” I send you some more of my poems translated into English. They are too simple to bear the strain of translation.” What he meant, I think, was that he could not bear the strain of translating his poems and therefore he simplified them. Another critic says Rabindranath wished to present himself as a devotional poet in English and avoided the mass of his poems of landscapes and first-hand observation, and so on which could not be presented in that vein. In his next volume of translation, The Gardener, “the poet is carried away by the idea of simplicity and clarity, for which he sacrifices whatever was intense or complex in his original poetic texture.” (Subhas Sarkar, in Studies in translation By Ed. Mohit K. Ray). 

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Tagore as a Religious Thinker

 Rabindranath Tagore, as 'Baul' by Abanindranath Tagore

Tagore was not a religious thinker primarily, yet it is appropriate to delve into the question of what was his religious thinking, because he wrote books, if not on religion, then at least on the artist’s philosophy. I lay myself open to a rash opinion here or there in this piece, but bear with me a while. I shall base myself on Tagore’s copious writings, taking the liberty of quoting extensively from them.

“My religion,” Tagore says, “is a poet’s religion, not that of an orthodox man of piety, or that of a theologian.” He lacked any religious inclination in his boyhood, in spite of the fact the Tagore was born into a Brahmin family. His father was deeply involved in the Brahmo Samaj movement, the monotheistic religion based on the Upanishads, which sought to reform certain aspects of the received Hinduism, perhaps much as Sankaracharya did many hundred years before.

When Tagore underwent the rites of initiation at his coming of age as a Brahmin, the Upanayanam (thread ceremony), he got to reflecting on the Gayatri mantra which youngsters are first taught at that age. Appropriately enough, he dates the growth of his religious awareness from that time. Meditating on the mantra he awoke to the infinite consciousness that unites the external world with the person’s mind.

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Rabindranath Tagore, Drypoint by Mukulchandra De

Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)

In Bengal it is not unusual for boys to think of writing poetry. The Tagore family cultivated the arts within their home and Tagore was nourished in the fold. But he struck out on his own and started writing poetry at the age of eight.

He espoused no poetic camp. He was self-taught in the school of nature; he observed and played, had tons of leisure, and spoke with his own voice of innocence. Attempts were made to educate him at a regular school; he was sent at age thirteen to my alma mater, St Xavier’s in Calcutta, where a huge portrait hangs of this illustrious dropout.

He filled notebooks and scrapbooks. Sailing in country boats on the river Padma, the great tributary of the Ganges that runs through what is now Bangladesh, I can imagine him seated up front, the oarsmen rowing the craft, birds dipping and diving into the water, the river banks sailing past, flowers of every kind growing wild ashore, and hearing the sounds of nature and the songs of the boatmen. Later Tagore came to these places in Shelidah, again and again, to recoup his energies and translate his best known work, the Gitanjali, into English.

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Bust of Rabindranath Tagore by Jacob Epstein

The anniversary falls on May 7, 2011. In preparation there are many functions being organised all over the world. The celebrations were set in motion a year ago at the start of the 150th year with India and Bangladesh deciding to celebrate the occasion jointly. Rabindranath is, after all, the author of the national anthems of both countries, and the people of Bangladesh consider him as much their poet as the Bengalis on this side of the border.


Rabindranath's ceaseless experimentation is manifest in diverse forms. In his own estimation it was the songs he composed, Rabindrasangeet, by which he will be remembered:

I know for certain that the Bengali race must needs accept my songs, they must all sing my songs in every Bengali home, in the fields and by the rivers.

Fortunately, the work of a dedicated lover of Rabindrasangeet, Dr Purnendu Sarkar, has made all 2213 songs of the Gitabitan available on a single DVD, sung by various artists. See http://www.gitabitanarchive.net/englishhome.html

Rabindranath's collected works are spread over 29 volumes. A collaborative endeavour was begun in 2009 to make all his works available on the Internet, since the copyright has expired on most of it. See
http://tagoreweb.in/


Rabindranath changed the literary language, as well as ordinary discourse in Bengali by his writing. He wrote, spoke and debated regarding every sphere of the nation's life. Travelling extensively to many parts of the world, he met fellow artists and persuaded them to come and spend time establishing his vision of universal education at Santiniketan.

Aspects of Rabindranath will be touched upon in this and succeeding blogs as a tribute and remembrance. Only once or twice in the entire history of a language and its literature could there be place for someone of his stature. As Jawaharlal Nehru noted, when it came to discharging his duty to write a preface to the centenary volume on Rabindranath:

reluctance seizes me and perhaps a sense of humility, even though I do not normally suffer from this feeling.

One can do no better in the 150th year than re-read Nehru's words from that volume to get under way with the celebration. Watch this blog for more on Rabindranath. Please click below. 

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce — Apr 8, 2011

 First edition

Joyce's first novel challenges but does not intimidate. Several of the Joycean devices that became hallmarks of his style are on display in this book, but not in their extreme form.

James Joyce as a child in sailor outfit

One of the outstanding features of this novel is that Joyce changes the diction as the novel progresses from innocent memories of childhood, through the rigours of a Jesuit training, to the young artist in budding revolt. Those changes of style lend an artistry to the novel that would be missing in a pure recollected biography.

Young James Joyce aged 22

Naturally, some found the patina of Catholic pietism repellent. A debate on this was a running theme of the discussions initiated by Indira. 
 

Talitha, Priya, Zakia, Thommo, and Mohan

There is much to discover in this novel, even though the story line is thin: kissing, moocows, epiphanies, passion, reveries, poetry, flight, Thomist philosophy, and more. Joyce rewards readers by presenting a lyrical drift that has gone quite out of fashion with modernism. Plenty of dialogue, it may have, but feeble it is not! (sorry Mr Nabokov).

 Amita, KumKum, and Indira

At the end Talitha gave readers great delight by reciting an ode she wrote for KRG members. She said it was a response to the sonnet Joe wrote for her and Amita, when they announced they were leaving for other parts. Click on the images below to read the full ode in her hand, testifying to the various oddities of the readers in our group.

 

 For a full account of the discussions and readings, click below.

Child Man — personal development by Ashok Malhotra Apr 1, 2011

Ashok Malhotra is an organisation development consultant in Bengaluru who works in a group setting to resolve the human interface problems in corporations.

The book develops the thesis of the Child Man (CM), inherent in each of us, a basic duality that is at the bottom of human difficulties in acting appropriately in trying situations. It is a summary of Mr Malhotra's reflections, based on experiences gained from guiding organisations. In essence, he says, we are all a bundle of contradictions, not easy to fathom, passionate, yet surrendering to impulses. The CM is highly self-centred, but glad to help others too, endearing yet exasperating. S/he gets entrenched in self-defeating positions, said Mr Malhotra.

 The audience at David Hall for the Kochi book launch of the 'Child Man'

In today’s society the CM gets pushed from all sides. There's a pressure to be non-emotional at work. Therefore, finding space for the CM is difficult today, although it is the most delightful part of who we are. In modern times we are seeing only the ugly part of the CM, Mr Malhotra regretted. 

One has to remember that people in the corporate world are not purely rational, not purely calculating; plenty of non-rational processes are also going on.

  Jose Dominic and Mathew Antony at the Kochi book launch of the 'Child Man'

In an aside he addressed what might be the subject of his next work. It arises from a flaw in the theories of management currently held, namely that the desirable part in a manager (whether she be female or male) is only Man, dominant, forceful and rational, not Woman. This is in spite of the fact there is a Man and a Woman in each of us. And just as men have oppressed women historically, we are now oppressing the woman inside us in the corporate world and foregoing many of the benefits of the woman's qualities in us.

Mr Malhotra paid tribute to works of literature like Aldous Huxley's Brave New World, George Orwell's 1984 by, and Darkness at Noon by Arthur Koestler.

For further details of the book and the Question/Answer session please click below and continue reading.

Poetry Session on Mar 4, 2011

The only session of Poetry that was as memorable as this took place when we celebrated the birthday of Shakespeare at the session on May 05, 2009. The attendance was at its highest ever with ten out of twelve readers present. The enthusiasm for poetry was represented by the wonderful variety of poets whose songs and verses were recited.

Zakia, KumKum and Indira before the reading at the Cochin Yacht Club

If one were to count the poets recited, the score was England - 4, India - 2, Lebanon, Germany, Chile, USA, Caribbean - 1 each.  Mystic poets, Rastafarian poets, pastoral poets, epic poets, free verse poets, austere poets, and poets of magical illumination arose from the dusty pages of the past to treat the readers to a feast of words. To paraphrase Pablo Neruda, poetry arrived Mar 4 in search of our readers.

 Zakia, KumKum and Amita at the reading

Sadly, two of our devoted readers, Amita Palat and Talitha Mathew, will be leaving Kochi. We had a farewell lunch for them next day. However, we hope to have Talitha participating whenever she can make the journey from Thiruvananthapuram to Kochi for our readings. Perhaps virtual readings using the power of the Internet can overcome the distance. But how to simulate "the fun, frolic, and the frenzied free-for-alls"? — to quote Talitha.

Amita, Zakia, Soma, KumKum, Indira, Talitha, Bobby, Minu, Thommo, and Joe kneeling

For a fuller account click below. Or link to the Record of the Poetry session on Mar 4, 2011

Nectar in a Sieve by Kamala Markandaya — Feb 4, 2011

Over a million copies sold, and in print ever since publication 57 years ago — how many novelists can claim such a testament to the enduring appeal of a work of theirs? Its straightforward narrative has a beguiling quality; the heroine is possessed of a wonderful resilience to cope with the complexities of life in a village in rural South India.

The style is spare like Hemingway's, said Bobby here reading

Many readers were puzzled by the sole Englishman who appears in this book, set in colonial times. Rukmani seemed to have a line to him, but he acts inconsistently – a mysterious figure who slips in and out.

KumKum and Indira  react to the readings

Many readers agreed that Nectar In A Sieve is a love story at bottom, and a joyful one at that, in spite of the suffering Nathan and Rukmani have to endure. Here are the readers at the end, including Ammu Joseph who came to try us out. Thommo had to slip out for a meeting.

Joe, Zakia, Bobby, KumKum, Indira, Ammu, Minu

To read more click below, or press here to read the full account and record.

Arundhati Roy Releases the Malayalam translation of "The God Of Small Things" Feb 3, 2011

The publisher hovered over the petite author with a proprietorial air. And she smiled beatifically at the gathering of a thousand or so people who came to watch their heroine slay another dragon: overcoming the hurdle to translation in the language of the state where her novel is set. Here she is on the stage releasing the book:

Recounting how women in different countries she visited had found a connection with her novel, she observed: “Literature must vault over cultural barriers and join people.” She took a view of the writer as someone engagé: the important thing is not winning prizes, but “to connect to the worldly order, to write about it, to change the structures of power, to shake up things that are bad, to love the things that are good. These are the important things in being a writer.”

She reminded the audience: “It is easy to forget The God Of Small Things is a political novel. It is about caste, about violence, about contemporary things … The most ugly thing about our country, and our culture, is caste. It is there in the book. And please don't forget that.” Here is the book:

Priya A.S. translated Arundhati's novel,
titled Kunju kaaryangalude odaya thampuran
It was published by by DC Books on Feb 3, 2011

And here is the publisher himself, Ravi DeeCee, having a copy signed by her:

To read more click below.

Poetry Session on Jan 7, 2011

The next session will be to read from the novel Nectar in a Sieve by Kamala Markandaya on Feb 4, 2011.

This was the first session of the year, and even more provocative than usual. Perhaps we were all in capital form after year-end celebrations. Milton caused the most uproar. But here we are at the end, as smiling and happy a crowd as ever, brimming with poetry:

KumKum, Amita, Indira, Talitha, Mrs Sheila Cherian, Zakia, Minu, & Joe kneeling

 A record of sorts was established in our poetry appreciation. We have commented at greater length on a poet than ever before; Milton was responsible for an outpouring of 2,646 words in the proceedings! The discussion continued online much beyond the date of our reading.

We were happy to welcome Mrs Sheila Cherian, Talitha's mom, who was holidaying in Fort Kochi with her daughter. She normally resides in cool Coonoor.

The international roster of poets recited was not unusual – 3 from England (Milton, Larkin, and Farjeon), 1 from Nigeria (Okara), 1 from China (Li Bai), 1 from India (Seth), 2 from USA (Dickinson, Pound), and 1 from Guyana (Nichols), though she is domiciled in England.

Mrs Cherian,, KumKum, Amita, Indira, & Talitha back to camera

You may read here a full account of the proceedings with all the discussions and the text of the poems. Or you may read it below