You shake
my hand in amazement, amid winter-dressed fields and tired white branches. When
will this anxiety go away? Then the eternal words will come. How are hopes?
When we remember those distances, we are filled with laughter and nostalgia.
Yes, our memories are inspiring, full of tears. Maybe it will attract our
friends and they will love to sail in this memory; in this sea of
inspiration. Why not? We can be good writers, and of exceptional sizes. Yes,
we can be good writers; we grow wheat and buy reeds to warm the autumn. Is not
this our blood flowing, and our bodies sold in the streams? I am tired of these
merchants and the people of cheap goods. They hold us fake eyes. Are they not
tired of this slavery? Are they not ashamed? I hope you hear, there must be
freedom, there must be a beginning, a scream that awakens the sleepers.
Wednesday, August 19, 2020
The Whispering Language in Pragya Suman Poetry By Anwer Ghani
We have always been dazzled by the beauty of poetry, but since the
advent of the prose poem, poetry has become another concept, and language has
become more powerful and manifested in clearer forms, and has become the focus
of beauty, and the center of creativity.
The prose poem has lavished upon us wonderful worlds of beautiful
language, and it is only necessary to focus, contemplate and taste unique in
order to see all that magic in the language of prose poetry.
I have dealt realistically with beautiful forms of the language of prose
poetry, some of which were insurmountable. By following the language written by
the Indian poetess Pragya Suman, I always felt that she was whispering in her
rhetoric and words. And this whisper takes many forms and images. It is nice to
follow those pictures and forms to see this enrichment in this beautiful color
and unique language.
The whispered language appears in Pragya's poetry in many different ways;
Some of them depend on words, some of them depend on the meanings, and some of
them depend on pictures.
The whispered language is manifested in images that do not tend to
sharpness, and many aspects of it are deferred, and the revelation reaches the recipient
through reverberations and jolts far from indoctrination, with whisper words
and subtle meanings. Every follower of Pragya finds this evident in her
writings. We find this clear in a smooth stanza in which she says:
" Autumn is at
the door of Vincent and it seems his brush is running in a red river. Red dunes
of Mars are heaped up in the horoscope of Vincent and in a fiery mood he would
do an adultery."
This highly poetic section contains a group of stylistic elements of the
whispered language, but the most prominent of them is the pictorial whisper:
" Autumn is at the door of Vincent/ his brush is running in a red river /
Red dunes of Mars are / in a fiery mood he would do an adultery.") This
pictorial collection presents a soft and whispering revelation and conveys the
idea and the goal to the recipient not through a loud voice and indoctrination,
but rather with whispering and quietly inspired, intellectual, and pictorial.
It is clear that the poem and other poems focus on a central figure, Vincent,
and the symbolic sign in this figure is also whispered. The poetic whisper is a
form of expressive symbolism through sentences and images, not through
metaphors, and this is a major leap in the concept of poetry that is not
accessible only by expressive writing in the prose poem.
In another form, the way in it is the transparent and sensitive thing
that proves its state in action and existence and not by direct description, so
she says:
" Auvers is red
and red, as red poppies are seekers of infinite sleep and petals are still in
closed fist. A master stroke of impressionist splutters the infinite cerulean
sky. One day petals would kiss a painter's brush."
This form of colored infinity and this is a form of existence that
transcends life, eternity and color, it can only be ethereal and subtle, it
consists of this in a whispered statement that conveys the idea and purpose to
the recipient through this colored representation with a painter's brush.
Notice how this painting was filled with whispering letters, and how the
expression in it reached its extent in a colored panel that despite the
loudness of the revelation in it, the objects of the picture do not appear
except as expressive entities in the painting. Despite the depth of the
revelation, it has a gentle expression and a whispering, charming expression.
It is clear that the Pragya language is unique, with clear terms,
meanings and structures that have created a special world for it, and a
distinct space based on whispering and gentle revelation.
Tuesday, August 11, 2020
ANWER GHANI: The City of Snow
ANWER GHANI: The City of Snow: It's a city combing its hair in snow, what a sleepy city. Despite what has been said about its great glory, and that the evenings ...
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