The nature of the poetic: A hesitant tango between the erstwhile and the unfolding of the immediate
Publisher-poet Naveen Kishore on what makes poetry what it is.
The relationship that a shadow has with the sun. Their playfulness. Ebb, and flow depending on the nature of the sundial. The position of the sun. The role, that clouds choose to play. The shape and size of the surfaces the shadow may traverse. In deliberation. Or accident. The agility or its lack of the “shadow-bearing being” and the angle at which the sun may caress their bodily selves will often decide the fate of the shadow. Sundrian. A point of no return where the almost-violent breaking apart of a single thought, a sundering, into oppositional halves or scattering into infinite pieces causes an “upheaval”. A disturbance. Both apparently negative words. But do not be fooled into denying them “virtue”. The “placid” needs to be visited by its opposite for language to find utterance. Particularly in poetry.
The ebb(ing) of shadows like the receding memory of a newborn plucked from a fast- disappearing world. One that you cannot return to. Shadow-less by nature and yet safe with, within, and even, in Nature. As is perhaps the nature of the womb. Even as the flow, into a newness, from the moment of the first cry, begins to gather-assimilate the noise of the world. Driftwood that would soon find utterance as language....