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Joy Goswami

Her name is Hamida. In Goswami, I have that rare sense of being allowed to enter a man’s female mind. Trampling on space That dark girl walks on [ Shanti shanti shanti shanti—when the golden madgirl sits on the shore eating one sunset after another Ashes, Jog by the Sun Or, Here comes the mother Having sold her daughter It is this everyday quality of madness that gives Goswami’s poetry so much of its energy.

The film, quite self-consciously, structures itself like a Goswami poem, and perfectly illustrates the ways in which his work has infiltrated the public consciousness. kobitw

Your name is very familiar here. Flats will come up.

And this— A mad woman has been sitting at the banla For such a long time after her bath Ashes, Burnt by the Sun. Many people in the subcontinent make a living by making themselves indispensable as house help.


After a long period of writing in little magazines and Do you like this poet? We do not consider you so weak as a poet. In towns across the globe Car-bombs explode—abandoned briefcases, parked scooters Explode—every day flakes are flung off the body of the earth— around the slab those aren’t shards of stone, they’re rows of dead bodies Their hands and feet torn [ First, stop making her anonymous—that seems to be Goswami’s dictum.


Once he’s done It’ll be fit to grind spices on.

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In this house If anyone loses anything, let Olu know. But by the time I was in college in the mid s, Goswami had become an everyday saint for my friends in the Bangla department. Goswami emerged into the popular consciousness alongside another important Bengali wordsmith, Suman Chattopadhyay.

Bursting through the bag the moon Gleams in the sky. All this is seen through geological time, one of the constants of Goswami’s poetry and prosethrough “supernovas bursting like bubbles” and so on, until we reach the breath-stopping last line: It also derives from his refusal to make a distinction between gharey and baireythe home and the world. As I read through Sampurna Chattarji’s affectionate and efficient translation of this selection of Goswami’s poems, I was grateful jy her for having preserved that madness; for, while sanity might bind us as a community, it is the specificity of our madness that makes us unique.

No explanation for madness. One poet in Das’s documentary remarks that Goswami was singlehandedly responsible for creating a new readership for Bangla poetry in the early s. In the big one the spinning earth.


The cook and in-house detective what else can one call her expertise? Joy was born on November 10, in Kolkata. His expansive tendency to see gosqami ordinary event as part of an epiphanous macrocosm is one of the charms of Goswami’s poetry; here, “Mother Earth” herself is a spice-grinding slab.

I have brought the sacrificial goat I have brought the sacrificial goat To the heap of grass, leaves and bark He has forgotten his last beheading But round his neck garland-like bg a mark Read the full of I have brought the sacrificial goat.

Even if nobody else “calls her by name,” he will. Sumana Roy writes from Siliguri, a small town in sub-Himalayan Bengal.

His family moved to Ranaghat, West Bengal shortly after and he has lived there ever since. Boudi’s eye-medicine, Bukun-di’s jog books [ Biography Joy was born in Kolkata. I heard friends gossip about a respected professor mentioning Shakespeare, Tagore, and Goswami in a joke with the moral: This brought his immediate critical acclaim and so long after his first poetry collection was published, named Christmas o Sheeter Jot Sonets of Christmas and Winter.

As I watched, I found myself smiling, the harvest of irony—I remembered my father’s best friend advising me, as a child, to study hard instead of spending my time reading or writing poetry.