SOME LIKE IT POETIC

The writer goes back a long way to pick the first blushes of poetry in his life

I began reading poetry from the eyes of my teacher.

It happened two decades back, I was doing my degree at SN College, Kollam. You know, misfortunes sometimes come solo and this one came when I agreed at a thoughtless moment to the idea of sharing my room with my teacher. I cursed myself. Why did I accept him as a roommate in the lodge ?

He was one big nuisance those days. Just imagine the situation. This teacher, Ajayan sir, was a voracious poetry reader. That didn’t hurt, I agree. But what if such a man began to pinch-hit everything his intellect came across in my direction, towards his poor student-roommate who could no way tell a telegram from a poem?

He woke me up late nights to read out a line which enlightened him. He woke me up early mornings to press the ‘like’ button for another couple of lines he savoured a moment back. He woke me up in the classroom and wanted me to remind him the lines he told me last nights and early mornings.

Friends, you should someday go through this – living with your teacher.

But degree by degree I started noticing the glint in his eyes as he recited the lines. I began to like warming myself by the fire I saw in his eyes. I was falling in love. Petal by petal. With poetry. Petal by petal.

A poet once said, poetry is not always words. It transmits its beauty in silences, punctuation and white spaces as well. See this poem in prose:

Conversation — Dan Pagis

Four talked about the pine tree. One defined it by genus, species, and variety. One assessed its disadvantages for the lumber industry. One quoted poems about pine trees in many languages. One took root, stretched out branches, and rustled.” (A Hebrew poem).

See. Many try to define a pine tree, but fail.

(You can define a thing only if you have understood it inside out).

The one who tried to explain it by its biological nomenclature missed the essence of a pine tree. Another, a materialist saw only the advantages of the tree for making furniture which bring in money. Another, an impractical romantic was trapped in the aesthetic qualities of the tree.

No definition is complete. No definition can be complete. It reminds us of how the blind men took on an elephant.

So the only way to understand a pine tree is to step into its roots and become a pine tree.  Spread out branches and rustle in the breeze for once. You are now a pine tree.

Now take that idea for a free ride. Think about women. The only way to understand a woman is to be her. Or be like her. (Some argument for feminism and lesbianism).

Beautifully said.

What fails most of the readers is to see into things. Wordsworth believed that such lack of insight is due to insensitiveness from our part. We don’t feel even when the world reveals its beauty to us.

This sea that bares her bosom to the moon

The wind that will be howling at all hours

And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers

For this, for everything,

We are out of tune,

It moves us not…” (The World is too much with us)

Poetry, like Nature is bountiful, but sometimes their beauties are wasted on us. We are simply out of tune.

They move us not.

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About Manu Remakant

Manu has written 288 stories in Rum, Road & Ravings. You can read all posts by here.

One Response to SOME LIKE IT POETIC

  1. “Four talked about the pine tree. One defined it by genus, species, and variety. One assessed its disadvantages for the lumber industry. One quoted poems about pine trees in many languages. One took root, stretched out branches, and rustled.” (A Hebrew poem).”

    Sublime.

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