It focuses on the idea that a room can suddenly become unstable and start to fall apart physically. More than this, the same room can be turned into a metaphor which stands for personal change within, which affects change without. This is what the poet has done, turn four walls and a ceiling into life itself - life includes culture, routines, privacy, customs, language, religion and personal belief.
Nails clutch at open seams. The whole structure leans dangerously towards the miraculous.
Beyond the poise, balance and intricacy of her poems more generally, there is a darker, more enigmatic symbolism that is uncannily echoed in her slightly menacing portraits. Typically, these images show blurred, scribbled, indistinct faces peering at us through blackened, lifeless sockets.
Sharp lines and chiaroscuro appear set against smudged lineless features, while textiles and skin overlap or become interwoven: The body finds a place to hide.
The cloth fanned out against the skin Much like the earth that falls On coffins after they put the dead men in. Much of her best poetry has an everyday, almost mundane, quality that beautifully offsets or anchors the potentially exotic and the otherworldly.
A band of gypsies Set free out of solid homes For one Sunday morning, A caravan … What were we like, on that Scottish field, up in the hills, Navigating the cow-pats, Paddling in sweet streams?
News images are as much a part of the landscape as the street or field outside the window. As Sarah Crown concludes in a review for The Guardian: Like a fingerprint — the image is inescapable — each poem here is a representative fragment of the whole; each exhibits a facet of the themes of the collection and explores it through the plain but robust iconography of rivers, hands, trees and soil which Dharker establishes.
They explore different aspects of an image.
Dr James Procter, Apr 23, · Imtiaz Dharker and This Room This Room is a poem that is based on Imtiaz Dharker's own experience whilst living in the city of Mumbai (Bombay). It focuses on the idea that a room can suddenly become unstable and start to fall apart caninariojana.coms: 2.
When the copperplate cracks. A century later Site Maintained by caninariojana.com Imtiaz Dharker is a poet, artist and documentary film-maker. Awarded the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry in , recipient of the Cholmondley Award and a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, her collections include Purdah (Oxford University Press), Postcards from god, I speak for the devil and The terrorist at my table (all published by Penguin India and Bloodaxe Books UK), Leaving.
I think this is the second poem by Imtiaz Dharker that I have posted on this blog. I just think she is an extremely exciting poet; she uses such bright, colourful language. I love the opening of this poem, with its image of skin that “cracks like a pod”.
Tissue / Paper that lets the light / shine through, this / is what could alter things. / Paper thinned by age or touching, / the kind you find in well-used books, / the back of the. Blessing (Poem) Imtiaz Dharker. Blessing (Poem) Lyrics.
The skin cracks like a pod. There never is enough water. Imagine the drip of it, the small splash, echo in a tin mug, the voice of a kindly god.