Life & Times of Mr. Subramaniam
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'Life and Times of Mr S' worked for me like magic. It unsettled my notion of what was real, what possible, and resettled that notion in a strange luminous place. Narayanan uses what he sees as singular illusions - class, caste, family, for example - to conjure a "pluriverse" of his own, crowded with multiple, often polymorphous identities that, by their very nature, could be illusions too. This recalls the work (and play) of magician-acrobats and Narayanan is one of them. Questioning the very nature of reality and the possibility of finding true answers, he pushes at limits, walking a dangerous tightrope. I am dazzled by his dexterity.'-Adil Jussawalla 'This unique and captivating book takes the experiments of G.V. Desani as a starting point and composes a chronicle of living language enacted around the person of Mr S. Lyric and narrative, parodic and reflective, Vivek Narayanan gives us a work of "woof-confidence" rich with mini-disquisitions on desire, guilt, food, caste, malls, etc. It jiggles the hearticles, slugs back the memory jug, and palavers with a laptop. Often on the heels of a round of elaborate, ebullient passages, the reader is brought to a complete stop: "Only in mind's stillness shall the wood apple appear." 'Life and Times of Mr S is a brilliant homage to an ever-morphing language and land.' -C.D. Wright
Vivek Naryanan
Vivek Narayanan's first book of poems, Universal Beach, was published in 2006. His work has been included in several recent anthologies like The HarperCollins Book of English Poetry, The Bloodaxe Book of Contemporary Indian Poetry and Language for a New Century: Contemporary Poetry from the Middle East, Asia, and Beyond. Journals and magazines that have published his poetry, essays and short stories include Poetry Review (UK), Agni, Caravan, Open, Harvard Review and Tehelka. Apart from his published poetry, Narayanan has conducted experiments with technology, physical space, movement, site-specific poetry and audience interaction, through collaborations with other artists. He is co-editor and publisher of the literary organization Almost Island and has worked in Delhi with Sarai-CSDS.
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Life & Times of Mr. Subramaniam - Vivek Naryanan
WAKING IN THE SIMULTANEOUS PRESENT
Enter, in the very mist of awakening’s wrangle
a sudden but not unusual recall
of being alone
in the afternoon another life a code
in the noisy determinedly disinterred burr
of the brain.
Does it matter if it counts
as a dream? In that mild
afternoon he walks happy and
in the morning of this poem he wakes
happy, alone but as he rises
to boil the milk switch on
the geyser the additive effect
of more than one happiness
is somehow sadnesses:
afternoon already coming
to this place,
already going
from that one
his coat put away
the ceiling fan resuscitated
and summer, deadly summer wrangling its brand
of bright decaying pustulant life. Human,
alone with his sponging self
and like the suicidal pigeons on the ledge
Master S himself
is not quite cracking the code
of the succession
of instances
that is he (reality
would be
my favourite movie
a friend said, except
that it never begins).
A BRIEF EXPLANATION OF MR S’S ACCENT
The simple if mildly scandalous truth was that his
accent changed. Close attention to its
timbre might allow a new faith in the fact of
continuous revision; accent not an
indisputable centre but a desire, an attuning beyond
certainty sprung in that lush early
valley of surplus identity, a valley where decision was
unashamed and the real accent was
on how and when and whether
time became hard or supple
in the course of this unfolding.
HIS OWN OBSOLESCENCE: SIX SHAPES OF THE NEW: 1
One Day
That he might, one day, slough off this hokum of him,
merge into a purity of form.
That in this emerging the world was still remaindered in
the texture of its husk.
That, failing that, he might suddenly wake up in the midst
of the shake-up, in the face of its blinding face, just
to call himself back up for a second, say hi.
That one day in a glint he might come to understand what
it is he is hotly writing now.
That one day we may dare again to judge between aura
and monochromatic fetish, belief being a value and
not an event.
That that might be the start of something new.
O static noise meadow! O days of looking forward to Wonder Balloon!
Oh, intellectual, intellectual toy!
AREA OF MR S
And he hurt his way back into that mess,
that black unchangingness,
those trees with their khaki leaves,
old slow avenues,
those yellow painted squares,
zebra skinned pavements – how
sharp and mysterious the chequerboard
of edges when the zebra of
the curb pale itself and ghostly guided! –
and he followed his way to that old home
under the coconut tree
punctuating the dusty mess
of a square, the underclothes
of scooters parked unaware,
the old woman squatting perpetual
at the gate (once he almost spoke to her
but for the treeless triangle between them
confoundingly great) – and despite the place
its stress on stillness in the continually unfurling summer,
the noise of the evenings he mingled with idols
on their languid circular tours
or those frowning improvised thickets of bulbs,
the back he turned to that yellow
and the face it turned to him, sharp
citadels of plastic packet
and silver wrapper, heaps clarifying
to unembarrassed
elbows, startling lack
of policemen despite the police
residential quarters just there –
that secret shortcut square,
hidden idyll, its
sudden conjurings of space fried
likewise in recurring Saffola –
or zigzags of inextinguishable shops and
quickly expandable multicoloured goods,
overlaid self-spellings on the new tin
of old sign, to walk into and in walking
zippingly sense out the