<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1960235262995802728</id><updated>2024-12-25T20:58:22.753-08:00</updated><category term="Rabindranath Tagore"/><category term="Postcolonialism"/><category term="Agamemnon"/><category term="Amitav Ghosh"/><category term="Arnold"/><category term="Cummings"/><category term="Feminism"/><category term="Githa Hariharan"/><category term="Hemingway"/><category term="Mohun Biswas"/><category term="Naipaul"/><category term="Partition Literature"/><category term="Shakespear&#39;s sonnet"/><category term="Shelley"/><category term="Synge"/><category term="Thomas Hardy"/><category term="Vijay Tendulkar"/><category term="Walcott"/><category term="critical analysis_process"/><category term="parthasarathy"/><category term="silence the court is in session"/><title type='text'>DWAIPAYAN MITRA</title><subtitle type='html'>ENGLISH LITERATURE</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1960235262995802728/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DWAIPAYAN MITRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08349441339067132929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1960235262995802728.post-5131888118042620307</id><published>2020-05-05T10:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2020-05-05T10:12:42.225-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shelley"/><title type='text'>Critical Appreciation of Shelley’s Ozymandias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;“Ozymandias” by P.B. Shelley is a profound commentary
on the futility of monarchical power. This sonnet buttresses Shelley’s lifelong
tirade against the dictatorial rule and shows us the onslaughts of time. As an
‘unacknowledged legislator of the world’, Shelley thinks it necessary to lay
bare the fate of tyrant rulers who, in spite of their desperate attempts to
immortalize their names, are reduced to nothingness by the ravages of time.
Such has been the case in his “Ozymandias”. Actually, Ozymandias is the Greek
name for Ramses II, the pharaoh of Egypt with whom Moses fought during the
Exodus. For Shelley Ozymandias turns out to be a synecdoche for arrogant rulers.
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;Here the poet narrates a tale told to him by a
traveller who has been from an ‘antique land.’ The phrase ‘antique land’
probably refers to Egypt. The first line contains an element of ambiguity as it
suggests that the poet might have come across a traveller by tavelling through
time. The entire poem is the narration of the tale that the unknown traveller
told. He told the poet that he had seen a huge dilapidated statue standing in
the desert. The statue was mostly ruined. What remained were a trunkless legs
and a broken face. The broken face was half sunk in the ground. The face,
though broken, reflected that person’s pride and anger. The expression ‘sneer
of cold command’ reveals the autocratic nature of the Pharaoh. The fact that
the sculptor well represented in art the personality of the Pharaoh
corroborates that the said person had a vainglorious temperament and
contemptuous of common people. The statue continues to survive though both the
artist who made (‘mocked’) it and the person whose passions it indicates, are
gone. The verb ‘mock’ has been used by Shelley to create a punning effect as it
means both imitate and satirize. An undercurrent of irony pervades the line as
the poet wants to hint at the fact that the statue, being damaged, remains as a
satirical representation of Ozymandias. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;On the pedestal on which the broken statue stands are inscribed
the following words: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;My name is&amp;nbsp;Ozymandias, King of Kings;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and
despair!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Such a braggadocio speaks
volumes for Ozymandias’s desire for attaining permanent glory. The last three
lines, which contain the moral of the sonnet, are expressive of the fate of
such tyrant rulers in the course of time:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;“Nothing beside remains. Round
the decay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Of that colossal Wreck,
boundless and bare&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;The lone and level sands stretch
far away.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Time does not spare anyone;
however powerful they may be. Mighty empires fall and great civilisations are
reduced to dust by the ravages of time. The sand-image in the last line has
been utilised by the poet to suggest death’s final triumph. Harold Bloom
opines, ‘This very same sand, commonly used to measure time, has curiously lost
that ability in a poem that is ultimately timeless.’ Thus, in this poem Shelley
pronounces his message by holding on to one central image of a broken statue. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;In ‘Of Grammatology’ Jaques Derrida writes that a
supplement is not something extra that is added to something complete in
itself. According to him, a supplement is not required to something that is
complete in itself. Hence, a supplement exposes the ‘originary lack’. In terms
of binary structure, the second exists so as to fill in the ‘originary lack’ of
the first. In &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;The Old Man and the Sea&lt;/i&gt;,
the role of Manolin can be analysed from this point of view. The novella
circles around the old man who stands on the edge of the precipice. However,
the boy Manolin is a functional character who is required technically because
it is through him that we come to know about the old man’s experiences. He is
also the source of hope for Santiago. The name ‘Manolin’ is the fond diminutive
of Manuel which is the name of the Messiah. He is a never-failing companion to
Santiago providing him with hope and confidence. When the old man is cast down,
the boy boosts his spirit. When he is zonked, the boy refreshes his mind with
beer and hot coffee. Thus, Manolin exists to fill the void in Santiago’s
character. He always takes special care of him: “When the old man sleeps in the
chair he overs him with a blanket, goes out and comes back with supper. When
the old man refuses to eat, he cajoles him into eating. He has brought black
beans and rice, fried bananas, and some stew and two beer bottles from the
Terrace.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;Manolin is a faithful apprentice. Santiago taught him
the skill of fishing when he was about five years old. He is an affectionate
soul. Though he is forced by his parents to leave Santiago because of his
unluckiness, the warmth of love never cools down:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his skiff
empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the
faff and harpoon and the sail that was furled around the mast. (2000:103)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;Their mutual love rises above the barriers of age and
blood that speaks volumes for their unfeigned hearts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Manolin is
the only connection by which Santiago communicates with the mundane world.
Santiago gets the information about the real world through the boy. P.G. Rama
Rao observes, “The boy is not only a source of energy to the old man but his
connection with the world- in short, his world. Hence, if he has to prove
something it is to the boy (2012:103)”. Their conversation about the imaginary
pot of yellow rice and fish is indicative of their closeness. They go through
this fiction every day. This is a gesture to put at bay the harsh encroachment
of reality. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The old man
tries to initiate him in this field through various methods. He tries to create
him in his image. From the age of five when Manolin joined Santiago, the latter
tried to impart his philosophy. Like a proper ‘Guru’ Santiago never dons the
mantle of a preacher. He lets Manolin acquire the necessary attributes of a
fisherman naturally without any intervention from him. When Manolin requests to
Santiago whether he can procure some sardines for him, Santiago demurs and
replies, “No, Go and play baseball. I can still row and Rogelio will throw the
net.” Baseball is one of the ways of initiating Manolin into the ‘experienced’
world. Though this game he will learn manliness, determination and endurance.
This shows that Santiago’s philosophy is not cliché; it is profound. It is not
nomothetic but idiographic. Life at the sea is no pastoral idyll; it is a space
hedged in with numerous adversities. Therefore, a properly-built mind is a
necessary prerequisite to learn the craft of a fisherman. This education cannot
be transferred overnight but requires years to learn. In the end Santiago
bequeaths his spear with which he killed Marlin to the boy. This is a symbolic
transference of the old tradition to the new. The spear is an emblem of legacy.
Readers can decipher that after Santiago’s death Manolin will step into the
shoes of his ‘Guru’ and carry on the endless struggle between man and nature, a
process that is endless. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;While playing
the tug-of-war with Marlin, Santiago thinks of Manolin again and again. He
exclaimed, “I wish I had the boy.” On a superficial plane, this desire can be
analysed as a cry for help, a desire for human support. But probed deeply, it
might reveal the other side of the truth. Santiago is no ordinary fisherman. As
a ‘Guru’ he wants that Manolin should acquire the first-hand knowledge about
the real world. The encounter with the giant Marlin could have been an
excellent opportunity for the boy to learn the basics of the fight: courage,
commitment, sangfroid and discipline. The teacher-taught relationship could
have reached its acme of culmination, an ideal moment of fruition.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The old man
depends upon Manolin in another respect as well. The expression ‘I wished, I
had the boy with me’ is a kind of magical incantation which, when uttered,
boosts up the confidence of Santiago. He feels the stir of new vitality as
though some of the strength of youth was racing in his veins and sustaining him
though the moments of crisis. Like the dream of lions, the image of Manolin is
a foundation of courage. When the old man has to feed himself on raw fish to
keep body and soul together and to replenish his fund of energy and strength to
cope with the ordeal that he has deliberately brought upon himself, he thinks
of the boy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;While
unfolding the character of Manolin Hemingway seems to have followed the method
of the behavioral psychology. Behaviorism as a branch of philosophy rejects introspective
method and tries to interpret behavior by measuring observable behaviors. This
branch of philosophy originated in the U.S.A. in the early twentieth century by
John Bradus Watson. Hemingway, influenced by this model, presents Manolin’s
actions rather than examining his thoughts. His actions are indicative of his
unconditional love for Santiago. The narrator does not depict Manolin’s sadness
but delineate his actions that corroborate his unbounded affection for
Santiago.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;Works Cited:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;Ghosh, Tapan Kumar (ed). &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;The Old
Man and the Sea&lt;/i&gt;. Kolkata: G.J. Book Society, 2000.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;Rao, P.G. Rama. &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;The
Old Man and the Sea&lt;/i&gt;. New Delhi: Atlantic, 2012.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;Singh, R.N. &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;The
Old Man and the Sea&lt;/i&gt;. New Delhi: Atlantic, 1999. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;The
Thousand Faces of Night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;is a scathing criticism of the way
the women are compelled to perform the subordinated roles as decreed by the
patriarchy. Through the help of various myths all of which descended from
patriarchal tradition the male world try to subjugate the women and instil into
them a false consciousness. Devi, the protagonist of the novel, sees through
the falsity of mythical stories and the so-called grand-narratives of
patriarchy. Like Maxine Hong Kingston’s &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;The
Woman Warrior, &lt;/i&gt;the various accounts of trials and survivals given by the
women characters in the novel ranging from the earlier narration by the
grandmother to the misery of Mayamma open up a discursive space for women to
initiate a feminine discourse. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;From the
beginning of the novel we see how Devi is denied the choice of her own and is
subjected to go through the demands of man-made order. Devi ends her desire for
Dan, a person with whom she forged bonds of friendship while studying in
America as it does fit in with her tradition. She comes back to India to find
herself hedged in with the traditional roles assigned for the women. Her mother
arranges a &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;swayamvara &lt;/i&gt;for her that
shows how marriage is the posited as the raison d&#39;être in a traditional Indian
family. &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;We are reminded of Judith Butler’s notion
of gender construction of the female in terms of performative acts which
inscribe neutral body with social constructions. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;According to traditional view, Gandhari is an exemplum
of a sacrificing wife who, seeing the plight of her husband, blindfolded
herself. However, for Devi’s grandmother Gandhari’s act is not an act of
sacrifice but an act of protest. Gandhari married her husband without having
seen him and after marriage found him to be blind. She tied up her eyes out of
intense anger. Equally interesting is the myth of Amba, ‘the princess who shed
her womanhood through her dreams of revenge and become a man’ (35). The
grandmother tells about the myth of Amba in connection with the misery of Uma
who could not channelize her ill treatment into an act of protest. This filled
Devi with great courage as she says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Close to death, she made me a gift of the
ultimate fantasy: a woman avenger who could earn manhood through her penance. (40)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That
motherhood is not simply about giving birth to and feeding the child but also
about performing rigorous practices continually is shown by the story of Ganga.
While walking alone near the Ganga, king Shantanu came across a beautiful
damsel and fell in love with her. She reciprocated his proposal with the
condition that he would not stop her from doing whatever she wanted. The king
agreed only to find her throwing her new born babies into the waters of the
Ganga year after year. When Shantanu, unable to tolerate this, urged Ganga to
stop when she was about to throw her eighth child into the water, she said,
‘Then take him and be father and mother to him. I shall not free him from life
(88).’She did all this to protect her sons from a curse. Through this myth the
grandmother teaches Devi that ‘to be a mother at all, you have to earn the
title, just as you have to renew your wifely vows every day (89).’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Parvatiamma, the mother of Mahesh, stands as an ardent
feminist who does not buckle under the onslaughts of patriarchy but rejects
them to uphold a space of enunciation. Devi learns about her from the
maid-servant Mayamma. Parvati, as Mayamma tells Devi, relinquished her
motherhood and embraced spirituality as means of way-out. According to the
traditional myth Parvati is the helpmate of Shiva and she helped Shiva attain
the status of &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;yogi &lt;/i&gt;by taking charge
of the household activities. ‘But’, observes Sarita Prabhakar, ‘in the novel
Parvati turns the story upside down as she gives up the life of a householder
(57).’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That the novel
is not only about the narration of variegated patriarchal myths but also about
survivals from those myths through resilience is shown clearly towards the end
of the novel. We find the women in &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;The
Thousand Faces of Night &lt;/i&gt;tearing apart the network of myths to eke out a
space for themselves. Mayamma no longer faces the threat of a drunken husband
or a tyrannical mother-in-law. Devi escapes her husband’s indifference and her
own nonchalance into her mother’s world of music. Sita also asserts herself by
renewing her contact with the world of music that offers her a creative
individuality. The music of the &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;veena&lt;/i&gt;
signals the end of chaos in the mind and a beginning of a life where women will
have a room of their own.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Spivak in her
essay ‘Can the Subaltern Speak?’ talks about the ventriloquisation of women’s
voices by the British colonizers and the Indian leaders. According to Spivak,
this act of ventriloquisation suppresses the real voices of women which lie
hidden. Hariharan in her novel &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;The&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Thousand Faces of Night &lt;/i&gt;tries to
retrieve the lost voices of women by showing how they stand opposite to the
traditional modes of representation and the novel becomes a gynocentric version
of the Mahabharata. Through reworking of old myths, reshaping personal dilemmas
and offering new vistas for women Hariharan joins the bandwagon of modern Indian
women novelists in English. Thus Jon Mee aptly remarks:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;In many respects it also
marks a coming-of-age of a certain kind of women’s fiction in English in India,
one that is written undisguisedly in ‘a woman’s voice’, a condition - of-woman
novel. (228)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Exile is strangely compelling to think about but
terrible to experience. It is the unbearable rift forced between a human being
and a native place, between the self and its true home: its essential sadness
can never be surmounted. (173)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Such kind of
experience is so rife among the writers of the twentieth century, such as
Joyce, Sartre, Camus, Kafka. Two World Wars, decolonisation, cold war have made
this century a century of exile. Home has become an ever-elusive signified for
this estranged generation. The encyclopaedic the experience, the intense the
concept of home has become. This experience is more enriched by the advent of
postcolonial thinkers who use their memory of dispersion to de-territorialize
the history of slavery and re-territorialize an identity devoid of the trauma
of exploitation and indenture.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Displacement
shapes the life of Vidiadhar Surajprasad Naipaul, known as V. S.Naipaul. He was
born in 1932 in the British colony of Trinidad, displaced from Indian
indentured labourers brought to work the island’s sugar plantations following
the abolition of slavery. Naipaul was an alien in his homeland as his Hindu
roots thwarted a total assimilation with the multiracial Trinidadian society. In
an antique land away from home his forefathers attempted to maintain their
identity. However, they failed completely to do so because the project of
colonial hegemony has annihilated the roots and instilled into them a
fragmented identity. Naipaul depicts this culture in his &lt;i&gt;The Middle Passage &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;thus:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A peasant-minded, money-minded
community, spiritually cut off from its roots, its religion reduced to rites
without philosophy set in a materialistic colonial history: a combination of
historical accidents and national temperament has turned the Trinidad into a
complete colonial, even more philistine than the white.(MP 89)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This aversion to the Trinidadian society
prompted him to depart for London though his experience in London was no better
either. His aspiring dream to start his publishing career ended in a fiasco.
His maladjustment in London was a corollary of his maladjustment in Trinidad.
In his autobiographical work &lt;i&gt;Letters Between a Father and So&lt;/i&gt;n we come
across numerous episodes of his sense of unhomely in London.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This sense of placelessness shapes the
framework of Naipaulean fictions creating in his protagonists a sense of
non-belongingness. Mr Biswas in &lt;i&gt;A House for Mr Biswas&lt;/i&gt;, Indar in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt; &lt;i&gt;A
Bend in the River&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;, Santosh in &lt;i&gt;In
a Free State&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;and Willie in &lt;i&gt;Half a Life&lt;/i&gt; search for an
identity in a fluid universe.&lt;i&gt; A House for Mr Biswas &lt;/i&gt;is an attempt to
retrace the roots in a derelict land and create a universe out of chaotic world.
‘Biswas’s perpetual quest for a house as home, conceptualizes the challenges
and anxieties experienced by the diaspora. A house of his own, in this sense,
constitutes for him a sense of belonging. This disturbing sense of exile,
alienation and uprootedness are the malaise originally experienced by exiles
like Naipaul and his father. In an extended sense, the feeling presages the
many journeys undertaken by Naipaul himself and his arrivals at no fixed destinations.’(Ormerod)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Mr Biswas’s quest of having his own house
starts off with the death of his father which results in a dispossession of his
ancestral house. As the security of the house is dispossessed, Mr Biswas is
forced to live with strangers sans maternal guidance. The effacement of
ancestral lineage haunts Mr Biswas when he goes to school and finds that the
world has carried no witness to his birth. When Lal insults him by saying ‘you
people don’t even know how to born’ he presents before us the legacy of non-
belongingness inherited from his indentured father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Kavita Nandan writes,”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Biswas&#39;s story, although unique and
fictional, represents the post-indenture diasporic subject&#39;s efforts to protect
himself against destitution. This predicament is reinforced by the fact that he
has to struggle against a history of homelessness which was a legacy of his
parents.” &lt;sup&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;His humiliating experiences as a neophyte at
Pundit Jairam’s house, depressing encounter at his sister’s house are a mere
prologue to his further deprivation at the Tulsi household. His momentary
infatuation for Shama forces him to marry her by virtue of which he finds
himself ensnared within the colonial structure of Hanuman House; a bastion of
totalitarianism which bears strong resemblances with the patriarchal world of
Ayemenem House in Arundhati Roy’s &lt;i&gt;The God of Small Things&lt;/i&gt; .The power
structure of Hanuman House comprising Mrs Tulsi; the matriarch, her right –hand
man Seth and Govind the policeman encroaches upon the individuality of Mr
Biswas. They always remind him of his non-entity. Unable to sustain the soul
crushing system, he bursts into such sporadic rebellious acts as dumping his
food on Owad, calling Mrs Tulsi as the ‘old she fox’ etc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;It has been pointed out by critics that Naipaul
explores landscapes in order to provide characters with a real home, a true
place of belonging. Against the slippery and fluid universe his nomadic
characters try to seize upon something to give permanence – Biswas’s desire for
a house, Mr Stone’s scheme for the aged, Ganesh’s desire for the goals of
education and religion. Through the likes of Biswas, Naipaul tries to resurrect
the roots that have been erased in the Caribbean culture channelizing the
feelings of exile and loss into an enchanted vision. Bruce king, thus, in &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;West Indian Literature &lt;/i&gt;rightly remarks that&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt; A House for Mr Biswas &lt;/i&gt;“has a reputation
as a New World epic celebrating the struggles of an immigrant towards
acculturisation and success.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Salman
Rushdie in his essay &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Imaginary Homelands &lt;/i&gt;talks
about the homogenizing tendencies of the narratives of nation and pitches the
notion of imaginary homeland against the all-encompassing grand narratives of a
unified national identity. He categorically writes that India, despite those
panoptic nationalist views, was ultimately came into existence by the power of
imagination. This anti-essentialist view of place overcoming the barriers of
state- sponsored demarcating lines pervades Amitav Ghosh’s &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;The Shadow Lines&lt;/i&gt; which raises serious questions regarding the
validity of the concept of nation. Ghosh’s narrative, through various
convoluted time-shifts, lays bare the fragility of drawing borderlines to
separate one nation from another. It goes without saying that the concept of
nation has been instrumental in the emergence of new countries earlier
subjugated by colonial rule. It bolstered the vision of a country fragmented
and mutilated by the colonial administration. However, the concept of
nationalism has also been a pretext for sowing the seeds of separatism,
communality and racism in postcolonial countries. Edward Said in his &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Culture and Imperialism &lt;/i&gt;is critical of
the notion of post-nationalism which advocates a complete rejection of imperial
cultures and spreads the desire of difference. According to Said, this notion
is circumscribed by the reiteration of the colonial discourse.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ghosh in his &lt;i&gt;The Shadow Lines &lt;/i&gt;has documented the man-
made barriers and prejudices which have given birth to fissiparous identities.
The title is evocative of the shadowy qualities of barriers. However, there are
instances galore in the text that authenticates the fact that cultural ethos
cannot be made divisive in spite of the drawing of these arbitrary lines.
Though the novel presents sporadic references of partition in different parts
of the narrative, Ghosh’s aim is not to chart the cataclysmic horror that
followed partition immediately. His concern is much deeper as he confronts such
questions as what constitutes freedom and how dominant nationalist discourse
constructs borderlines for political interests. He calls into question the
basic rubric of modern nation states that simultaneously advocate freedom and
separatism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Against the
official version of the concept of nationalism, Ghosh offers us his idealistic
version of internationalism which aims at bridging the gulf between various
nations. In that idealised world borders would be non-existent and nationalism
an invalid discourse. The mutual relationship between two families from India
and England over three generations is suggestive of this view-point. The friendship
between Justice Chandrasekhar Dutta-Chaudhuri and Lionel Tresawsen in Calcutta
in 19 &lt;sup&gt;th &lt;/sup&gt;century survives even after the independence of India. In
post-independent India the cordial relationship is manifest in the form of love
affair between Tridib and Mary. Moreover, when Tridib is killed in an accident,
the narrator finds a moment of bliss in the arm of May indicating how
relationships transgress the territorial limitations of nations.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The critique of narrow nationalism is
seen in Ghosh’s presentation of the grandmother who stands as a staunch
supporter of militant nationalism. She harbours the idea that only clear cut
tangible boundaries will eliminate tension between communities. She is highly
critical of Ila who is enamoured of western world. She is also contemptuous of
Tridib who, according to her, plays ducks and drakes with his father’s money
and is nothing but a loafer and a wastrel. Thamma also cherishes romantic
notions about nationalism. She remembers the incident during her college days
when a young reticent young man was arrested and deported to the Cellular Gaol
in Andaman Islands. She is fascinated by that incident which shows her desire
to be a part of the militant group.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;That
violence cannot be checked by demarcating lines is seen in the incident of the
theft of the hair of the seer Mohammad, called ‘Mui-Mubarak’ in 1963. Though
the incident took place in Srinagar it created tumult even in East Pakistan. It
created so much an impact that Karachi labelled 31 December as a ‘Black Day.’
The violence in Dhaka in 1964 that took the lives of so many people including
Tridib was an offshoot of this communal disharmony. The total episode of the
theft of the hair and the resultant violence that engulfed people crossing
borderlines indicate that lines are arbitrary and mirage-like. At a single
provocation the tremor of violence can cross borders with in a twinkling of an
eye.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ghosh complicates the issue of merely
critiquing nationalism in his presentation of Ila. Hers is a story of failed
cosmopolitanism. She denies any importance to the role of imagination to
produce her own version of imagined community. Her psyche is shaped by the
‘world -wide string of departure lounges.’ Though she had the wherewithal to
travel to many places crossing the borderlines she did not use this opportunity
to invent her version of borderlines. That is why Tridib and the narrator criticise
her:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 72.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I could not persuade her that a
place does not merely exist, that it has to be&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;invented
in one’s imagination; that her practical, bustling London was no less&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;invented
than mine, neither more nor less true, only very far apart. It was not her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;fault
that she could not understand, for as Tridib often said of her, the inventions&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;she
lived in moved with her, so that although she had lived in many places, she&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;had never travelled at all. (Ghosh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;21)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 36.0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Shrieking
any association with India she becomes enamoured of western cultures. Her
choice of Nick as husband also shows her penchant for imbibing westernized
values. In order to give validity to her life she holds on to other people’s
invention. She becomes obsessed with the idea of getting recognition in the
western world. She is ineffectual to bridge these two systems into an
association and ends up prioritising the western enlightenment as a superior
system.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The ugliest feature of nationalism is its
communal frenzy. Some fanatical zealots, mistakenly constructing the idea of
nation along religious lines, indulge in torturing the people of other
religions. Public archives are generally silent in documenting such shameful
incidents lest the idea of nationhood promoted by the state should receive a
setback. That is why the death of Tridib in communal riot received hardly any
mention in the leading newspapers at that time. The narrator experienced a
fearful traumatic moment of having his school bus attacked and being pursued by
the crafty mob. Ghosh excavates such buried stories annihilated under the
Juggernaut of nationalism.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Through
various episodes of the novel Ghosh deconstructs the doctrine of nationalism by
calling into question the statist version of history upon which the idea of
nationalism is ensconced. To avoid the pitfalls of nationalism Bill Ashcroft
proposed the concept of ‘Transnation’ that exposes the difference between the
inhabitants of the nation and the administrative structures of the nation which
is called the state. Transnation, according to Ashcroft, is the process of
transgressing outside of the state that starts with the nation. Ghosh in his
novel similarly advocates a transnational identity for the individual to
overcome the circumscribed boundaries of nation state. Through Tridib’s notions
of space and the illogical nature of arbitrary lines Ghosh enjoins upon the
architects of states with boundaries to rise above centripetal outlook,
fanaticism and parochialism and envision a world sans any border, a world where
would be no division between the self and the other. Moreover, Ghosh’s
narrative overcomes the ‘anxiety of Indianness’ (as Meenakshi Mukherjee uses
the term) by not presenting a simplistic, all-encompassing, homogenized
idealization of nationalism as a compensation for writing in English, the
language of the coloniser. On the contrary, by delineating the ‘temporality’
and ‘locality’ of culture, as Homi k Bhabha advises, the novelist prioritizes
the small narratives over grand narratives to reconstruct a national
consciousness not defined by the entrenched representation of statist ideology.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Language and
empires exist in close proximity to regularise the project of colonisation
which requires not only political, legal control over other countries but also
a cultural genocide. Thomas Babington Macaulay’s speech in 1835 on the
Government of India is indicative of this process of linguistic imperialism
where he justifies the supremacy of the English language thus:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 36.0pt;&quot;&gt;
Whoever knows that language has
ready access to all the vast intellectual wealth, which all the wisest nations
of the earth have created and hoarded in the course of ninety generations. It
may safely be said, that the literature now extant in that language is of far
greater value than all the literature which three hundred years ago was extant
in all the languages of the world together. (Ashcroft 428)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;This avowed
superiority of English language is not only a pretext to make semi-educated
interpreters but also a superstructural imposition on the natives to annihilate
the cultural legacy of the native people.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Postcolonial writers harbour a
love-hate relationship with the language of the erstwhile rulers. Some thinkers
like Ngugi Wa Thiong’o called for complete relinquishment of the English
language. In &lt;i&gt;Decolonising the Mind&lt;/i&gt;he
notes how the colonial rulers in Africa prohibit the use of native language
Gikuyu in school and introduce English language to culturally remodel the
natives. Ngugi writes categorically that the choice of a language defines the
cultural life of people and it is through the device of language that the
colonial power operates and hegemonizes the native Africans. That is why he
articulates that language and culture have a symbiotic relationship. But for a
colonial mind this link between culture and language is always in a state of
jeopardy as the colonial rulers unleash the ‘cultural bomb’ to wipe out the
innate harmony. As a form of counter-discourse Ngugi demanded the use of Gikuyu
language. Bhalchandra Nemade also championed the use of native language against
foreign language when imported customs and languages play havoc with native
culture.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;This dilemma
of linguistic choice haunts the poetry of Rajagopal Parthasarathy. As a postcolonial
poet he finds his inner psyche oscillating between two choices of language.
During his early years in life he was attracted by the glory of English
language that resulted in a cessation of ties with his native roots. He imbibed
the foreign culture and language and became a British Council scholar at Leeds
University. However, his journey to England was punctuated by sheer
disillusionment. He found contemporary England defiled by racist prejudices and
felt himself like a fish out of water. The erroneous choice of language and the
resultant hankering after English culture created in him a deep remorse which
occasioned the writing of &lt;i&gt;Rough Passage&lt;/i&gt;,
a semi-autobiographical poem that charts the spiritual journey of the poet’s
mind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Rough Passage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt; is collection of thirty-seven poems.
Like T.S.Eliot’s epic poem &lt;i&gt;The Waste Land&lt;/i&gt;the
thematic similarity provides unity to the work. In his preface to the volume
the poet writes:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
This is a book where all the poems form part of a single
poem, as it were. By revision and elimination –so that more than one text of
the poem exists- I have at last composed, but not completed it. Rough Passage
is that book. It should be considered and read as one poem. In it twenty years’
writing has finally settled.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;In course of
the book the poet tries to overcome the dilemma of using the colonizer’s
language and resurrect the annihilated cultural ethos of his Tamil community.
Through the tripartite structure of the volume (Exile-Trial-Homecoming) the
poet undergoes a journey from self-imposed exile through manifold ordeals to
reach a native space where he can commune with his own culture. In his essay ‘&lt;i&gt;Whoring after English Gods&lt;/i&gt;’
Parthasarathy documented unequivocally his fascination for English culture and
language and the resultant tempestuous encounter with English.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The first section ‘Exile’ which comprises
8 poems juxtaposes the culture of England with that of India revealing the
heinous aftermath of the British rule on India. Having spent thirty years of
his life in England the poet introspects into his inner self and finds his
psyche traumatized by the clash of two cultures. His guilty feeling is found
manifested in the following lines:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
That language is a tree, loses colour &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Under another sky. (15)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;We are
reminded of an incident from Joyce’s &lt;i&gt;A Portrait
of the Artist as a Young Man&lt;/i&gt;where Stephen articulates the burden of using
the language belonging to another culture:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The language in
which we are speaking is his before it is mine. How different are the words
home,Christ,ale,master, on his lips and on mine! I cannot speak or write these
words without unrest of spirit. His language, so familiar and so foreign, will
always be for me an acquired speech. I have not made or accepted its words. My
voice holds them at bay. My soul frets in the shadow of his language.
(Joyce189)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Despite his
endeavour to overcome colonial hybridity in the poems of the first section the
poet is unable to triumph over his exilic condition.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;The creation
of a persona helps the poet look at the burdensome journey with an objective
stance. The poet reveals his return to his own culture through the image of a
man returning to his lover. The following lines indicate his deep sense of
attachment to his native culture in terms of sensual images-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
All night your hand has rested&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
On her left breast.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
In the morning when she is gone &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
You will be alone like the stone benches &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
in the park, and would have forgotten &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;her whispers in the noises of the city.
(15-16)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Despite his
endeavour to overcome colonial psychosis the poet, in the first section of the
poem, is unable to triumph over his exilic condition as ‘Nothing can really/ be
dispensed with. The heart needs all.’ Though he is returning to his beloved
Tamil like a jaded traveller, the smell of ‘gin and cigarette ash’ still casts
shadow over his mind. Having wasted golden years of his life craving for
western culture he has gleaned a shaft of wisdom and like Coleridge’s the
ancient Mariner, has become a sadder and wiser man. With this wisdom the poet
is ready to ‘give quality to the other half’ of his life. Thus, unlike an
average man who generally settles himself within the age of thirty, the poet is
eager to undergo trials and tribulations to expiate for his mistakes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In
the second section (Trial) the poet shows development as the persona created by
the poet goes through ordeals and charts different periods of growth. This
section, as Bruce King observes, ‘covers approximately the next fifteen years,
from the age of thirty to forty-five, picks up some of the previous imagery
while giving more emphasis to the fingers, smell, taste, breast, tongue as
symbols of the senses achieving oneness with another, the closeness missing in
exile which he will seek in ‘Homecoming’ through a return to the culture and
language of Tamil Nadu and the senses of his childhood.’&lt;br /&gt;
(King 240) The opening poem describes the vulnerability of the protagonist:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mortal as I am, I face the end &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
With unspeakable relief&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
Knowing how I should feel&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
If I were stopped and cut off.(29)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;The
subsequent poems of this section are replete with intense scenes of
love-making. Through sensuous love scenes the poet allegorises his identification
with Tamil. The language of love offers him momentary bliss and a creative
space to transgress the circumscribed zone of aridity. The abundance of sensual
images speak volumes for his connectedness to his traditional culture. The
comparison of his love to the ‘stones of konark’ lends a primitive touch to his
cultural inheritance. The poet acknowledges that his penchant for foreign
culture is over-:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; in a
corner, an umbrella&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; now poor
in the ribs. (37)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;The umbrella
is a metaphor for his earlier craving for the British inheritance which, though
once found useful, now stands in a dilapidated condition. However, he is
sharply aware of the fact that he cannot totally do away with his colonial
legacy which reasserts itself sporadically. The events of the past ensnare him
alike an octopus giving him little room to utilise his present condition.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In the final section, Homecoming,
the poet treats the theme of language and culture point-blank. Gone are his
earlier hesitations which hitherto stopped him from embracing his traditional
culture. The opening poem sets off by making a comparison between two cultures:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 11.1pt;&quot;&gt;
My tongue in English chains,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 11.1pt;&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I return, after a generation, to you. (47)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
As Bijay Kumar Das aptly points out, this worry about language is
reminiscent of Eliot’s inability to master the use of words as seen in the
following lines:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So here I am, in the middle way, having
had &lt;/div&gt;
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twenty years—&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Twenty years largely wasted, the years of
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l&#39;entre deux guerres—&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Trying to learn to use words (East Coker
172-174)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;However, his
homecoming is not at all easy as the poet faces rough ambience in his native
world. He finds classical Tamil defiled by films:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now, hooked on celluloid, you reel&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Down plush corridors.
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Tamil language
which had its heyday in the time of Nammalvar and Valluvar now exists in a
decaying state. That is why Parthasarathy’s condition is more complex than that
of Michael Madhusudan Datta who also, having undergone hostile treatment in
England, repudiated English language in favour of his native language. Unlike
Parthasarathy, Madhusudan on returning home did not have to face the
degenerated condition of his native language and found the ambience conducive
to his poetic taste. But Parthasarathy encountered equal degeneration is his
native culture that has vilified his native language. Therefore, he writes: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I
fear I have bungled again.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The
last refinement of speech &lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; terrifies
me. The ballon &lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; of poetry has
grown red in the face &lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; with
repeated blowing. (61)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Therefore
the poet realizes the fatuousness of employing ancient Tamil for his poetic
creation and the effectiveness of ‘humble newspaper’ to carry out his creative
urge. He will have to invent a new language out of the remnants of an
emasculated literary tradition and redefine his traditional heritage that will
not play a second fiddle to western culture operating through the hegemony of
language. Sivaram Krishna in his essay ‘&lt;i&gt;That
Last Refinement of Speech&lt;/i&gt;’ writes:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Rough passage&lt;/i&gt; is in this sense a departure from the usual stance
perceptible in contemporary Indian poetry in English – for it suggests that the
discovery of cultural roots is inextricably linked not with the choice of one’s
language but also with the corresponding responsibility, as a creative writer
of cleaning the language of his tribe.(163&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;The ending
tone of the poem does not suggest that the poet will give up writing in English
for Tamil as some critics have expressed. He wants to acclimatize his native
language to the English language creating a mode of resistance that will not
imitate the foreign language but create a language imbued with native flavour.
He takes inspiration from the poems of A.K.Ramanujan who, earlier, tried to
fuse Kannada and Tamil tradition with the English. His poem ‘&lt;i&gt;A River&lt;/i&gt;’ stands as a supreme achievement
of this exquisite confluence. Parthasarathy’s &lt;i&gt;Rough passage&lt;/i&gt;also becomes a manifesto for tolling the death-knell
of linguistic imperialism and parading a rich cultural tradition that will not
lose colour under another sky.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In a postcolonial country like India, thus,
complete disavowal of English, the &lt;i&gt;lingua
franca&lt;/i&gt; of the world is hardly feasible. In order to challenge the
linguistic imperialism Raja Rao attempted an indegenisation of the English
language by infusing local colour which found culmination in &lt;i&gt;Kanthapura&lt;/i&gt;. R.K.Narayan also endorsed
his concept of a Bharat brand of English which will evince a swadeshi stamp.
Parthasarathy,too, tried to indegenise English by channeling the exilic condition
into an ensconced place of belonging. In his essay ‘&lt;i&gt;Whoring after English Gods&lt;/i&gt;’ Parthasarathy articulates his vision
clearly:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One of
the basic problems for the poet is to find an adequate, and above all a
personal language. In spite of one or two commendable efforts, it has not been
possible to extend the resources of the English language or even indianise it,
although it is used with distinction for literary purposes.&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt; (81)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Works cited&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst&quot; style=&quot;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;1.&lt;span style=&quot;font-stretch: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Philip, Marlene Nourbese.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;She
Tries Her Tongue, Her Silence Softly&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
Breaks&lt;/i&gt;. Prince Edward Island: Ragweed, 1989. Print &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;2.&lt;span style=&quot;font-stretch: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Ashcroft, Bill et al. &lt;i&gt;The Post-colonial Studies Reader&lt;/i&gt;. London:
Routledge,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1995. Print&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;3.&lt;span style=&quot;font-stretch: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Joyce, James. &lt;i&gt;A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man&lt;/i&gt;. Harmondsworth: Penguin,
1916. Print.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;4.&lt;span style=&quot;font-stretch: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;King, Bruce. &lt;i&gt;Modern Indian Poetry in English&lt;/i&gt;. New Delhi: Oxford, 1987. Print.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;5.&lt;span style=&quot;font-stretch: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Sivaramkrishna, M. ‘That Last
Refinement of Speech-The Poetry of R. Parthasarathy’. The Literary
criterion,xii:2, 1976. Print&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;6.&lt;span style=&quot;font-stretch: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Parthasarathy, R. ‘Whoring After the
English Gods’ in &lt;i&gt;Writers in East-West
Encounter.&lt;/i&gt; Hong Kong: Macmillan, 1982. Print.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;7.&lt;span style=&quot;font-stretch: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Das, Bijay Kumar (ed.). &lt;i&gt;Perspectives on the Poetry of R.Parthasarathy&lt;/i&gt;.
Bareilly: Prakash Book Depot, 1983. Print.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;8.&lt;span style=&quot;font-stretch: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Parthasa&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.blogger.com/null&quot; name=&quot;_GoBack&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rathy,
R. &lt;i&gt;Rough Passage&lt;/i&gt;. Delhi: Oxford,
1977. Print.&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;The most conspicuous quality of Cummings’s poetry is
their technical originality. It has been pointed out by numerous critics that
among the American poets, with the exception of Vladimir Nabokov, Cummings has
most effectively expanded the domain of diction and syntax. His jugglery with
words is almost unparalleled. It is mainly as a result of his technical
improvisation that he is called an ultra-modern poet. Cummings once remarked,
‘The artist’s country is inside him.’ It shows that he would abide by his own
rules rather than letting his verse be governed by traditional, jargon-ridden
features. His innovative experimentations with language does not aim at
bewildering the readers but to evoke a proper setting for his message.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Among his
experimentations the most important is the use of the lowercase i. Critics have
split upon rocks to come to a unanimous thought about the employment of
lowercase personal pronoun. Some critics consider it as Cummings’s desire to
turn conventional vocabulary and syntax upside down. Some claim that it was his
protest against the self-exhibiting whim of the people. Some critics tell that
Cummings was imitating the handyman his father employed to take charge of their
summer home.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Some of
Cummings’s poems make use of the ‘pattern poetry’ where no adherence to rhyme
or meter is maintained. They are arranged according to the thought of poet’s
mind. This pattern was in vogue during the Elizabethan time. Cummings
reintroduced this trope in the twentieth century. His poem ‘Little Tree’
suggests the shape of a Christian tree.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Another
noticing feature is his gift of word-coinage. Sometimes Cummings found the
available words ill-equipped to describe his thought pattern. Therefore he adds
new suffixes to existing word. His new words with novel suffixes such as
‘riverly’, ‘birdfully’, ‘downwardishly’ produce an intensity of perception.
This novel usage also suggests his attempts to transgress the boundary of the
mundane world and reach a transcendental world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cummings
played with typographical rhetoric. He introduces spaces within single word to
add density to his thought. Sometimes he did not give space between two words
to suggest the association of thought.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cummings’s
various uses of parentheses are worth noticing. They are used sometimes for an
interpolated comment or for the purpose of splitting words. In his
‘go(perpe)go’ (in &lt;i&gt;No Thanks&lt;/i&gt;) we see a
typographical juxtaposition. The parenthetical sentence is a surrealist
collection of ‘perpetual adventuring particles’ showing the action of a muddled
ant heap and an anteater getting his dinner. In his poem ‘Memorabilia’ we see
the last two lines within parentheses that shows the poet’s separation from the
materialistic society.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Another
technical innovation of Cummings’s poetry is his emphasis on the role of the
reader. Much before the advent of Reader-Response school his verse evinced the
way for getting the reader’s response. For example, his poem ‘in Just-’ invites
the response of the reader to fill in the missing gaps.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The question of identity has plagued the characters
in the postcolonial world. The colonial context inevitably gives birth to the
notion of identity. The confrontation between the coloniser and the colonised
ends up damaging the cultural and material heritage of the colonised. It also
destroys the mental equilibrium of the colonized. The assertion of power is not
always coercive and violent but at times interpellative too. As a result of
different techniques of domination, the native finds himself enmeshed in an
existential crisis and suffers from an identity complex. It has been the task
of postcolonial writers to reveal the effect of various forms of domination. However,
writers like Derek Walcott, Chinua Achebe, Wole Soyinka not only explore the
various facets of this crisis but also endeavour to infuse the dominated people
with courage so that they can overcome this colonial hangover.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Constructing identity is an uphill task in the
Caribbean world. Bill Ashcroft and others have written in &lt;i&gt;The Empire Writes Back&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In the Caribbean, the European imperial
enterprise ensured that the worst features of colonialism throughout the globe
would all be combined in the region. (1989:144)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Within a span of 25-30 years after Columbus’s
arrival the aboriginal population comprising Caribs and Arawaks was all but
exterminated. Their legacy was zeroed in by the Spanish colonizers. With the
introduction of sugar trade, a demand was created for a large number of
labourers. As a corollary, black people from Africa were imported to be used as
labourers. Even the situation did not improve after the abolition of slavery in
the 1800s. New forms of domination sprouted in the name of indentured labourers
who were imported from India and China. This variegated forms of domination
annihilated the true culture of the Caribbean and made it a place virtually
sans history.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Dream
on Monkey Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt; is a representative play by Walcott
that projects the emasculated psyche of the black Caribbeans living in a world
where identity, in Lacanian term, is an ever- elusive signified. This play
unfurls before our eyes various ramifications that arise from long history of
colonial domination. In his &quot;Note on Production,&quot; Walcott says that
&#39;The play is a dream, one that exists as much in the given minds of its
principal characters as in that of its writer, and as such, it is illogical,
derivative, contradictory. Its source is metaphor and it is best treated as a
physical poem with all the subconscious and deliberate borrowings of poetry’
(1970:208). This intermingling of dream and reality helps Walcott delineate the
colonial psychosis and the way to get over this psychosis. In his epic poem &lt;i&gt;Omeros &lt;/i&gt;Walcott has given the Homeric
epic a postcolonial twist to establish an identity for the oppressed people.
This journey motif is also dominant in &lt;i&gt;Dream
on Monkey Mountain&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;A cursory glance at the storyline of the play
reveals that the plot is simple enough to comprehend. Makak, a charcoal burner,
is arrested on a charge of vandalism and put to prison. In his dream he sees
the apparition of a white woman who tells him that he is the king of Africa.
Towards the end of the play he realizes that he cannot form an identity of his
own until he kills the white apparition. As soon as he kills the apparition of
a white woman Makak wakes up and realizes that he has called up his real name.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Under the apparent simple plot line are entwined a
number of complex key themes related to the issue of identity in a postcolonial
world. The opening scene of the play shows the crisis of identity as a result
of colonial subjugation. When Corporal Lestrade enquired Makak of his race, he
replies, ‘I am tired’. This reply is suggestive enough of his fractured
identity which is a corollary of long subjugation. Makak wants to bypass the
question of race as he wants to take shelter in the realm of oblivion that can
only offer him some solace amidst the ossified existence. Colonialism not only
plunders wealth but also robs the colonized of his true self. It is therefore
an emasculating enterprise too. Colonialism has uprooted Makak from any sense
of belonging and creates in him an inferiority complex. He is assigned the name
of an animal (‘Makak’ stands for monkey) and is downgraded in the rank of the
Great Chain of Being. Fanon in his opening chapter (‘Concerning Violence’) of &lt;i&gt;The Wretched of the Earth &lt;/i&gt;speaks about
this dehumanising aspect of colonialism:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; In fact, the terms the settler uses when he
mentions the native are zoological terms. He speaks of the yellow man’s
reptilian motions, of the stink of the native quarter, of breeding swarms, of
foulness, of spawn, of gesticulations. (1967: 32-33)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;What is most noteworthy is that Makak has
internalised his subordinate position and as a result, tries to hide his
identity. Lakoff and Johnson in their book &lt;i&gt;Metaphors
We Live By&lt;/i&gt; have shown us that life is not what we construct but it is
shaped by&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.blogger.com/null&quot; name=&quot;_GoBack&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; manifold societal constructive norms. And in
this construction metaphors play a pivotal part. In &lt;i&gt;Dream on Monkey Mountain&lt;/i&gt; the metaphor of blackness has constructed
a world for Makak where to be a black signifies to be devoid of identity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
Walcott shows in detail how colonialism has fractured the identity of
Makak. He loathes his own image. He tells Lestrade that he has not seen
self-image in the mirror for thirty years. Moreover, he also refuses to see his
reflected image in water:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Not a
pool of cold water, when I must drunk,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I stir my hands first, to break up my
image. (1970:226)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Makak sees his own image from the perspective of a
white coloniser. Patrick Colm Hogan rightly observes:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He is,
in effect, a metaphor for those legacies of colonized subjects who, in
Walcott’s words, ‘looked at life with black skins and blue eyes’ (“What the
Twilight Says” 9), suffering the ‘contradiction of being white in mind and
black in body. (12)’ (1994:108)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The Manichean compartmentalisation of the world into
the black and the white reduces the colonized to an extent that he becomes
enamoured of whiteness. A classic example of this aspect is the case of Pecola
Breedlove in Toni Morrison’s &lt;i&gt;The Bluest
Eye&lt;/i&gt;. Under the prevalent hegemonic ethos, Pecola pines for blue eyes like
those of white children because she has internalised the rhetoric of colonial
master that makes her adulate whiteness. In Tsitsi Dangarembga’s &lt;i&gt;Nervous Condition&lt;/i&gt; Nhamo refuses to come
back at home during his vacation from the mission as he has taken up the white
value as an apotheosis of culture and now loathes his native existence. In &lt;i&gt;Dream on Monkey Mountain&lt;/i&gt; Makak also
longs for whiteness. This aspect of psychosis is clearly hinted by the epigraph
of the play which is culled from Sartre’s Preface to Fanon’s &lt;i&gt;The Wretched of the Earth&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thus in certain psychoses the hallucinated
person, tired of always being insulted by his demon, one fine day starts
hearing the voice of an angel who pays him compliments; but jeers don’t stop
for all that; only, from then on, they alternate with congratulations. This is
a defence, but it is also the end of the story. The self is dissociated, and
the patient heads for madness. (1970:211)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;When Makak is arrested in prison, he is said to have
carried a white mask; a literal symbol of his desire for the west. His quest
for identity is supported by the apparition of a white woman who acts as a kind
of muse figure to Makak. Makak feels elated by her message, ‘She say that I
come from the family of lions and kings’ (236). Corporal rightly diagnoses the
malady as ‘rage for whiteness that does drive niggers mad’ (228). However, it
must be noted that Lestrade also suffers from this kind of complex. He is a
mimic man for whom salvation lies in imitating the white world. It is proved by
his remark to Souris:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am an instrument of the law, Souris.
I got the white man work to do. (1970:279) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;His desire is representative of the departure
syndrome that bedevils the Caribbean society. In this way both Makak and
Lestrade are the two sides of the same coin. Both try to escape from an
overwhelming feeling of non-entity in different ways. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Walcott not only describes the psychological
emasculation of the colonized but also affirms the dignity and identity of the
colonized through decolonisation of the mind. By dint of various dream
sequences the playwright shows the way for the redemption of the black
Caribbeans. The vision Makak sees helps him shake off his Eurocentric vision
that invaded his inner space. The visionary experiences help him regain his
true identity unencumbered by the dictation of the West. Makak undergoes a
complete journey in his dream. He finds his true abode in Africa where he
becomes the king of his tribe and passes judgement on others. In his dream he
embraces an alternative world where he finds a ground beneath his feet. The
make-believe world of dream proves more substantial than the real world. In
scene one of the first part Walcott shows Makak healing the sick people with
his magical power in a dream. This is the first tentative step he takes towards
achieving the emancipation from colonial bondage. He is accurate in diagnosing
the psychological disease of the first peasant when he says, “Remember, is you
all self that is your enemy” (1970:249). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;In the opening scene of part two we find Makak, in
the course of his dream, stabbing Corporal Lestrade and then running into the
forest along with Tigre and Souris. Tigre and Souris join Makak only for
personal profit. They want to steal the money from Makak and are not concerned
with his vision. Here Walcott pokes fun at the dishonest national leaders who
only think of hoarding wealth under the façade of mass regeneration. In the
forest episode we find an alternative kingdom by the blacks where conventional
Eurocentric norms hardly get validity. Corporal Lestrade also undergoes a
parallel journey to reclaim his identity. His encounter with Basil, a black
apparition the concept of which is culled from Haitian mythology helps him
regain lost identity. This confrontation scene reminds us of Simon’s
hallucinated encounter with Beelzebub in Golding’s &lt;i&gt;Lord of the flies&lt;/i&gt; that brought epiphany to him. In &lt;i&gt;Dream on Monkey Mountain&lt;/i&gt; Lestrade
imbibed the mimetism of the white denying his own identity. The following
conversation between Lestrade and Basil is instrumental in bringing out the
hollowness of this slavish imitation:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Corporal: My mind, my mind. What’s happened to my
mind?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Basil: It was never yours, Lestrade.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (1970:297)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;This encounter helps Lestrade get back his lost self
and like Milton’s Samson, he begins to feel rousing motion within himself.
Elated by his new found identity he makes an address to Africa of the mind that
becomes indicative of his recovery of self:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I
kiss your foot, O Monkey Mountain…I return to this earth, my mother. Naked,
trying very hard not to weep in the dust. I was what I am, but now I am myself…Now
I feel better. (1970:299)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;In scene three of the second part (Apotheosis scene)
we see an application of anti-colonial views. Walcott presents in detail
various cultural practices of the tribal community. Protesting against the
racist vilification thrusted upon the black people, Walcott celebrates
precolonial ethos. However, it must be remembered that the precolonial ethos is
not described in idealistic terms but along with its pros and cons. Walcott
describes the setting thus:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Bronze
tropies are lowered. Masks of barbarous gods appear to a clamour of drums,
sticks,the chant of a tribal triumph. A procession of warriors, chiefs and the
wives of Makak in splendid tribal costumes gather, chanting to drums. (1970:308)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;We find Shakespeare, a representative figure of European
cultural sobriety deployed by the political masters for political reasons,
tried and hanged for having committed injustice to humanity. This scene
culminates in the beheading of the white goddess whose image obsessed Makak in
such a way that he forgot his real name and lineage. That is why Corporal
remarks accurately:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;She
is the wife of the devil, the white witch. She is the mirror of the moon that
this ape look into and find himself unbearable. She is all that is pure, all
that he cannot reach. (1970:319)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;It is only after beheading the apparition of the
white woman that Makak is finally restored to the status of man. Makak calls up
his original name which is Felix Hobain. We are reminded of the case of Bertha
in Jean Rhys’s &lt;i&gt;Wide Sargasso Sea &lt;/i&gt;when
she realizes that her real name is not Bertha but Antoinette Cosway:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Names
matter, like when he wouldn’t call me Antoinette, and I was Antoinette drifting
out of the window with her scents, her pretty clothes and her looking glass.
(1977:147)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;It is true that Walcott is advocating, like Fanon&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;violence to uproot the colonial regime
and unify the oppressed people. Fanon in his The Wretched of the Earth tells
unequivocally:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At the level of individuals, violence is a
cleansing force. It frees the native from his superiority complex and from his
despair and inaction; it makes him fearless and restores his self-respect.
(1967:74)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;To conclude, we can say that Walcott in his &lt;i&gt;Dream on Monkey Mountain&lt;/i&gt; tries to hold
up an alternative world for the black Caribbeans; a world free from the
influence of the colonisers. It is true that at the end of the play Makak is
harked back to the real world where nothing is found to have changed. But it
does not suggest the futility or fatuousness of his vision. Like Keats’s &lt;i&gt;Ode to a Nightingale &lt;/i&gt;this play gives us
a glimpse of the fact that the other world is possible. Edward Baugh aptly
remarks that, ‘The dream is purgatorial, bringing him to self-acceptance and
psychic wholeness .(2006:85)’It is only as a result of that visionary dream
that Makak is able to regain his lost identity that elevates him from the
derogatory status of an animal to a man.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Works
Cited&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Ashcroft, Bill, et al. &lt;i&gt;The Empire Writes Back: Theory and Practice in Post-Colonial
Literatures.&lt;/i&gt; London: Routledge, 1989. Print.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Baugh, Edward. &lt;i&gt;Derek
Walcott&lt;/i&gt;. New York: Cambridge University Press, 2006. Print.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Fanon, Frantz. &lt;i&gt;The
Wretched of the Earth&lt;/i&gt;. Trans. Constance Farrington. New Delhi: Penguin,
1967. Print.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Hogan, Patrick Colm. “Mimeticism, Reactionary Nativism,
and the Possibility of Postcolonial Identity in Derek Walcott&#39;s ‘Dream on
Monkey Mountain’.” &lt;i&gt;Research in African
Literatures &lt;/i&gt;Vol. 25, No. 2 (summer, 1994): Jstor. Web. 26 November 2013.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Rhys, Jean. &lt;i&gt;Wide
Sargasso Sea&lt;/i&gt;. New York: Penguin Books, 1977. Print.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Walcott, Derek. Dream on Monkey Mountain. &lt;i&gt;Dream on Monkey Mountain and Other Plays&lt;/i&gt;.
New York: Noonday P, 1970. Print.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Overture.&quot; &lt;i&gt;Dream on Monkey Mountain
and Other Plays&lt;/i&gt;. New York: Noonday P, 1970. Print.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;The &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;age in which Arnold was born was a crisis
ridden period in English history.The growth of materialism and scientific
inventions ,social and political theorising by J.S.Mill and Spenser ,Darwin’s
Origin of Specis and the rapid spread of Marxism thoroughly jerked and shook
the minds and beliefs of the commonly rational Victorian public.This internal
conflict was reflected in the poetry of the Victorians ,who were utterly
obfuscated and exasperated by two different ideals – one wholly traditional
,the other extremely modern ,intending to severe all traditional norms and
values so as to usher in the advancing civilisation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Many writers of this period
showed their disgust towards the growth of materialism and loss of traditions
,through their works.Matthw Arnold was one of the leaders in this respect.His
poetry,especially Dover Beach ,signifies this spirit of scepticism ,bemoaning
the sudden retreat of traditional faiths and values of morality.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The poem sets off with a beautiful
description of a night- a night bright with moon light falling on everything
,the calm sea ,the sweetly scented air and the tranquil bay .The serenity of
the surrounding is only broken by the wave lashing against the shore,sucking
pebbles and then again retreating .This provides an appropriate setting for the
reflection of human life.The continuous breaking of waves and their withdrawal
from the sea shore bring in the eternal note of sadness –&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;“At their return, up the high strand,&lt;br /&gt;
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,&lt;br /&gt;
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring&lt;br /&gt;
The eternal note of sadness in.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;In the second stanza ,Arnold refers
to the great Greek tragedian Sophocles .He had also heard the waves in the
Aegean sea and this had brought into his mind the ebb and flow tide of human
misery .The poet,in the third stanza,thinks of the sea of faith which once
encicled the earth and humanity like a halo .As long as there was faith ,there
was peace and solace.But now all that is lost.The world is now devoid of
spiritual consolation .In the midst of the retreat of the sea ,the poet discerns
the retreat of religious faith .In the final stanza Arnold urges his beloved to
be true to one another always because that is the only and one
consolation.Drawing an analogy between the pelopponesian war and the present
situation he writes-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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we are here as on a darkling plain&lt;br /&gt;
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,&lt;br /&gt;
Where ignorant armies clash by night.” &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Dover beach in many ways reveals the mind
and inner self of the poet and becomes a period piece.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;.M.Synge&#39;s&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Riders to the Sea&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;is fraught with numerous symbols elevating the domestic tragedy to the position of a universal tale of suffering.Most of the symbols used in the play are archetypal in keeping with the classical spirit of the play .The most powerful symbol is that of Sea, the giver and taker of life.The islanders depend on it for their sustenance but it also snatches the live that it gives.Synge makes use of the popular belief that the flood tide induces birth while the ebb tide causes death,reminding us of shakespeare&#39;s treatment in Henry V.Like Shelley &#39;s West wind,it is at once destroyer and preserver of life.The sea symbolizes the tragic destiny of the aran islanders.The sea is a supernatural entity over which even the Almighty God of the christians has no control.That is evident from Maurya&#39; s rejection of the&#39;young &#39; priest&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Another archetypal symbol is the Riders.The menfolk of the island are all riders who ,in order to keep the family wheel a going, ride on the sea.Like Santiago,they venture into the sea only to be defeated reminding us of eternal human predicament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; There are several symbols associated with life and death.They exist side by side.Mention may be made of the red mare of Bartley and grey pony of Michael .While red stands for viriliy, grey symbolizes death .Bartley also sets out his fearful journey in the shirt that his dead brother left at home.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The use of number nine is another important symbol &amp;nbsp;derived from mythology.It is a triple trinity and therefore a perfect number.There is no news of Michael for nine days and Maurya weeps for her lost son for nine days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Maurya&#39;s turing of the empty cup mouth downwards is another significant symbol suggesting a failure of christian solace and showing the pagan theme of suffering and renunciation. Thus, the symbols employed here bring out the tragic scheme of the play&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The sonnets written during the Elizabethan period were based on the impact of time,love,beauty and mutability on the lives of human beings. Being  a poet of this  time Shakespeare uses all these themes in his 154 sonnets ,but he uses them in his own way. They unlock the fathomless soul of the genius. However, they are not overtly autobiographical for Shakespeare adds a ray of fancy to render them in an objective way that elicits our praise. Time appears as an arch-enemy in the world of Shakespearean sonnets which tries to siphon off the cream of life and hurl men to nothingness. In them we find a poetic tug-of-war with the onslaughts of Time.&lt;br /&gt;
Dympna Callaghan remarks, &amp;nbsp;&quot;Shakespeare’s treatment of time in the sonnets essentially rehearses fundamentally Ovidian themes, namely the progress of mutability, loss, grief, and death that constitute the central themes of Ovid’s great mythic work, the Metamorphoses. In Ovid, metamorphosis is the mythic equivalent of the movement, the shifts and changes that occur over the course of time, to bring about decay, death, and, ultimately, the disintegration of form that is the fate of all organic matter. The changes Ovid describes invariably involve a diminished rather than enhanced human identity – healthy and attractive young people are regularlyturned into plants and animals, far less glorious renditions of their&lt;br /&gt;
former selves.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Shakespearen sonnets are an attempt to immortalize love in a mortal world which is constantly threatened  by the ravages of time.In &lt;b&gt;sonnet no 18&lt;/b&gt; ,shakespear is frank in his admission about how time wrecks different natural elements .The &quot;darling buds of may&quot; are shaken ,where as &quot;summer&#39;s lease hath all too short a date.&quot;The gold complexion of the sun even dims.The power of this time is also estabilshed on the other sonnet &lt;b&gt;Let me not to the marriage of true minds.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;sonnet 116=&quot;&quot; no=&quot;&quot;&gt;Here ,again the poet shows how time kills rosy lips and cheeks.In fact,there is no effort by the poet to deny the grim fact that time desoys all things.The ravages caused by the time is also felt by the poet in his personal life.He perceives how time has played on him and anticipates aptly in the sonnet &lt;b&gt;That time of year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;no 73=&quot;&quot;&gt; the decay that will nring to him ere long.&lt;br /&gt;
Yet,Shakespeare&#39;s sonnets are not only useless mourning over that which cannot be averted.He is quite assured that love is not time&quot;s fool.In Sonnet no73,the poet refers to the restorative power of love amidst the destructive forces of time.He hopes to immortalise his love, -&quot;So long as men can breathe ,or eyes can see.So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.&#39;&lt;/no&gt;&lt;/sonnet&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In the poem &lt;b&gt;Bharattirtha&lt;/b&gt; ,Tagore envisioned an India imbued with the noblest of her ideals:that  of tolerance,acceptance,exchange.The poem depics the soul of both Indian philosophy,culture, tradition ,The poem is the string of garland around which the flowers of poesy is imitated and established successfully.&lt;br /&gt;
The poet hails motherland as the land of great births .According to him, the land is so pious and honourable to be worshipped whole heartedly.India is the land which welcomes every individual human race,tribe with same warmth of heart.Tagore’s words echo the same as saint Tulsidas viewed that the Indian culture is the garland of various flowers of distinctive cultures.It is a unique quality of mother India that she never closed her door over any one, enduring immense pain. -”Nobody will go empty handed from the sea shore .”&lt;br /&gt;
Tgore calls for universal brotherhood and spiritual awakening from bondage,tyranny .Until and unless the soul is awakened ,it cannot resist attacks on its culture.We know that tagore was a believer in an interactive,dialogic world ,given to a deep sense of sympathy,generosity and mutuality , and in which nations wouldnot be parochial ,xenophobiac and cemtripetal but poised towards a morally ,spiritually enlightened community of nations through the espousal of centrifugal outlook,multilateral imagination ,principle of universality.This belief is got embodied in the beautiful lyric &lt;b&gt;Bharattirtha&lt;/b&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/feeds/7428986946459342693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/2011/03/bharattirthathe-indian-pilgrimage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1960235262995802728/posts/default/7428986946459342693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1960235262995802728/posts/default/7428986946459342693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/2011/03/bharattirthathe-indian-pilgrimage.html' title='BHARATTIRTHA [THE INDIAN PILGRIMAGE]:  a thematic analysis'/><author><name>DWAIPAYAN MITRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08349441339067132929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1960235262995802728.post-228363094733319690</id><published>2010-11-17T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T03:01:32.775-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Agamemnon"/><title type='text'>CHARACTER OF CLYTEMNESTRA IN AGAMEMNON</title><content type='html'>Of the characters of Aeschylus which has been wrought with the greatest care , and which leave the most profound impression on the memory,is clytemnestra.It is to the delineation of this character that our dramatist has devoted maximum care.&lt;br /&gt;
              she is an accused wife,pitiless and contemptuous,but resolutely bent on revenge.The virile masculinity of purpose gets a reference when the watchman says, &quot;victory!Great news for clytemnestra ,in whose woman&#39;s heart/A man&#39;s will nurses hope.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
      Clytemnestra possesses a power of intellect which reigns throughout her speeches-she prepares an elaborate welcome for Agamenon.Her next insistence most famously known as the carpet scene ,displays an excessive zeal in giving Agamemnon a welcome that is unexpected.In an instance of irony she adds after her instructions to the slaves to spread the silk tapestries beneath his feet-&quot;Justice herself;/shall lead him a home he never hoped to see.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
        She has often been compared to Lady Macbeth.But the comparison is too far fetched.Lady Macbeth provoked a lot but did the task of an accomplice while clytemnesta executes the act herself.&lt;br /&gt;
    In a masterly fashion ,Aeschylus has drawn the portrait of clytemnestra.She is not merely a bad woman who has an adulterous intrigue ,she is an outraged mother.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/feeds/228363094733319690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/2010/11/character-of-clytemnestra-in-agamemnon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1960235262995802728/posts/default/228363094733319690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1960235262995802728/posts/default/228363094733319690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/2010/11/character-of-clytemnestra-in-agamemnon.html' title='CHARACTER OF CLYTEMNESTRA IN AGAMEMNON'/><author><name>DWAIPAYAN MITRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08349441339067132929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1960235262995802728.post-1683121658079635417</id><published>2010-08-11T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2020-04-20T08:21:34.195-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="silence the court is in session"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vijay Tendulkar"/><title type='text'>&quot;Silence! The court is in session &quot;as a drama of protest: a critical overview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Vijat Tendulkar, ”the angry young man of Marathi theatre”, protests against the various problems of his contemporary society.He once said-“As a social being,I am against all exploitations,and I personally believe that all exploitations must end”. His plays, such as   “sakharam binder”,”kamala”,etc, are all violent attacks on the  society with its cockroach –ridden customs and prejudices.In Silence! The Court is in Session, Tendulkar has depicted the plight of a young woman, who is betrayed by the male dominated society. A traditional male dominated society cannot relinquish its paralyzed values and customs. The society does not like to perceive or receive any social change. Tendulkar presents a treatment of those ugly ways of society in this play. It is a bitter satire against the social ills and an interesting attempt to criticize the follies that prevail in our society.Here,multiple  themes are woven in the texture of the drama.&lt;br /&gt;
Benare,,a lively sportive woman,is subjected to different atrocities.From the outset, Benare is presented as a happy, communicative woman. She cultivates the acquaintance with samant as soon as she arrives at the village for the show. As a school teacher she is very punctual.she takes part in a play concerning the trial of president Johnson. But as they have plenty of time berore the drama, they decide to stage a mock trial.Benare is singled out as a culprit who is to be tried.she is charged with infanticide and unmarried motherhood. Benare gets dumb at the change of situation.Witnesses after witnesses heap charges against her, as they would peel the layer of an onion.  The accusations against her are based on conjectures and hearsay,but they strike home.The accuser and the accused become one.The judge verdicts that the child in Benare’s womb should be destroyed.They spare Damle  who exploits the gullibility of Benare and her body.&lt;br /&gt;
Tendulkar also hammered the contemporary judicial system.A judicial court is supposed to be a seat of Justice, seriousness and decorum. Through this play, Tendulkar also makes a review of the present day court procedures, and points out the problem of degradation and the loss of the dignity of the court. It is a matter of fact that a witness has to take an oath keeping his hand on the Gita or some such religious scripture, during the court procedures.In the play, the witnesses take oath touching the Oxford English Dictionary. What is more, Mr. Kasikar, the judge, also jumps into the witness box in violation of all court procedures and decorum, and declares his personal views from the witness stand: &quot;A sinful canker on the body of society- that&#39;s my honest opinion of these grown-up unmarried girls.&quot;5 It reminds us the words of Lord Bryce,-“If the lamp of justice goes out in the darkness, then how deep is that Darkness.”  &lt;br /&gt;
Tendulkar has criticized the middle-class morality that throttles the tender desires of Benare, a middle class woman, to mother a child in the play. Tendulkar seems to leave the play without suggesting any solution to the problem. None in the play is ready to sympathize with Benare. Only Mr. Kashikar, the judge, feels that they are going too far in their mock-trial but, then, he immediately silences his conscience. After all the Court is in session, and everyone is expected to keep silence! Tendulkar covertly pleads for sympathy for the victims of the society through this flash of humanity for a moment in the heart of Mr. Kashikar.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/feeds/1683121658079635417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/2010/08/silence-court-is-in-session-as-drama-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1960235262995802728/posts/default/1683121658079635417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1960235262995802728/posts/default/1683121658079635417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/2010/08/silence-court-is-in-session-as-drama-of.html' title='&quot;Silence! The court is in session &quot;as a drama of protest: a critical overview'/><author><name>DWAIPAYAN MITRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08349441339067132929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1960235262995802728.post-3105366731664999658</id><published>2010-07-23T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:25:12.972-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rabindranath Tagore"/><title type='text'>SYMBOLISM IN TAGORE&#39;S &quot;THE POST OFFICE&quot;</title><content type='html'>Symbolism denotes something that stands for something else.It has two meanings; apparent and hidden.In post office,Tagore uses differnt phrases,words,characters symbolically.&lt;br /&gt;
On the surface leve,the play is the story of pain and agony of human condition.It is the story of an orphan boy amal who has been adopted by madhav.Amal is suffering from some fatal disease and is restricted by the physician.Amal expects a letter from the king .So it is the story of agony  of a child.&lt;br /&gt;
But beneath the natural level,the play symbolizes man&#39;s yearning for the union with God.Human being,the finite,seeks fulfillment with the God,the infinite.And he is elated whenever the union takes place.This is illustrated through exquisite symbols.&lt;br /&gt;
AMAL: See that far away hill from the window. I  often long to go beyond those hills and right away.&lt;br /&gt;
MADHAV: Oh! yoy silly!As if there is nothing more to be done but just get up to the top of the hill and away.&lt;br /&gt;
The conversation shows the difference between the materialist  and a spiritualist. Unlike a materialist, a spiritualist believes that there is another world beyond this world.The post office    is therefore a symbolic representation of two currents of thought.The post office itself provides  a symbolic background.It is a sort of bridge between the known and the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
The king&#39;s letter is a suggestive symbol .It comes from a distant,mysterious world bringing a message from someome whom we hold very dear ro us.It is an invitation to leave the world of pain and enter into the world of eternal bliss.Time is an essential symbol, played by the watchman.we are bound by time ,but we can conquer it.It calls for great suffering and pain.Amal&#39;s deliverance suggests the note.&lt;br /&gt;
The symbol of death is also praiseworthy. Death is suffused with a great aura of liberation.It comes always at the moment when the self of a man,seeking no longer for personal gains, is able to say ;all my work is thine. we know that amal is sleeping, but when he will awake,he will find himself in a world of eternal freedom.We are reminded of DONNE:&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;One short sleep a spent,we wakw eternally,&lt;br /&gt;
And death shall be no more,death thou shall die.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The character of sudha also contributes much to the symbolic structure of the play.The word sudha is both connotative and denotative.Sudha means nectar.W hen she asks the physician to tell amalthat sudha has not forgotten him,we understand that amal is not dead,because he has with him sudha,the drink of immortality.&lt;br /&gt;
Thus,the play has several symbolic meanings.Amal represents the soul or atma.The king represents the God.Dr.Iyenger talks of these symbols very well; &quot; One of the deeply significant plays ,which a child could read and understan,though it might intrigue the grown ups&quot;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/feeds/3105366731664999658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/2010/07/symbolism-in-tagores-post-office.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1960235262995802728/posts/default/3105366731664999658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1960235262995802728/posts/default/3105366731664999658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/2010/07/symbolism-in-tagores-post-office.html' title='SYMBOLISM IN TAGORE&#39;S &quot;THE POST OFFICE&quot;'/><author><name>DWAIPAYAN MITRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08349441339067132929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1960235262995802728.post-3616257393291320312</id><published>2010-07-13T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:25:41.338-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rabindranath Tagore"/><title type='text'>TAGORE AS A SHORT STORY WRITER:AN EVALUATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
R.N. TAGORE   is an outstanding figure in the realm of short story genre. His multi-dimensional vision of life is discernable in his 61 short stories, telescoping   man’s relationship with nature and social milieu. Endowed with boundless love for human beings,   he emerged as a singer of the weal and woe of common life   .    &lt;br /&gt;
As a short story writer, Tagore was a   practitioner of psychological and spiritual realism. What Tagore did was to record certain moments in the lives of the common people. CABULIWALLAH   is study of peculiar bond of relationship between the people despite the vast hiatus of ages. Here love transcends social barrier and makes us sympathize with a poor cabuli fruit seller.&lt;br /&gt;
Tagore saw that while the privileged persons were enjoying in the cosy inn, others were “wallowing  in  the mud”. Tagore defied the class barrier between the haves and have- nots. He represented the ordinary mass    who were neglected.&lt;br /&gt;
Tagore believed that man can upgrade morally and spiritually if he lives a life in close contact with nature. THE HIDDEN TREASURE is an apt illustration of that. Fatik, the   protagonist of THE HOME COMIG ,is a child of naure. The delirious talk of the boy with his ultimate welcome of holiday is heart rendering.&lt;br /&gt;
Tagore hated the prevailing education system which cramped the personality of the children.Problems faced by the wards  by their teachers is mirrored  in HOUSEWIFE .In THE EXERCISE BOOK the agony of a child is presented. Tarapada is after his heart, a settled life is not for him.Balai clings to his flowers.&lt;br /&gt;
Hardships of Bengali women due to unhealthy customs is seen in many of his stories.In NUMBER ONE  a woman suicides to get rid of biases.THE LIVING OR DEAD deals with the same thing.In PUNISHMENT  a man kills his wife to save his brother.Extraction of dowry from marriage leads to the stoppage of marriage in THE UNKNOWN.In DEBITS AND CREDITS the evils are scathingly castigated.&lt;br /&gt;
Thus we see that  Tagore  sings the saga of  the pathos of common life from the standpoint of a sympathetic humanist.He envisions a better future for mankind despite its present woes.His stories are universal and eternal in their appeal as Tagore  himself feels excited “ If I do nothing but write stories, I am happy….my characters are with me when I am shut up in my room.”</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/feeds/3616257393291320312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/2010/07/tagore-as-short-story-writeran.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1960235262995802728/posts/default/3616257393291320312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1960235262995802728/posts/default/3616257393291320312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/2010/07/tagore-as-short-story-writeran.html' title='TAGORE AS A SHORT STORY WRITER:AN EVALUATION'/><author><name>DWAIPAYAN MITRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08349441339067132929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1960235262995802728.post-4199484179297765210</id><published>2010-06-02T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:27:18.231-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thomas Hardy"/><title type='text'>THOMAS HARDY&#39;S DARKLING THRUSH ;AN ANALYSIS</title><content type='html'>Thomas Hardy&#39;s (1840-1928) &quot;The Darkling Thrush&quot; was published in 1901, New Years Day. It refers to the beginning of a new year, a new century and the uncertainty of change. The rhyming scheme is formulaic ababcdcd, the tone is pessimistic and yet there is something that resonates long after the poem has been read.&lt;br /&gt;
In the first line the narrator says,&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I leant upon a coppice gate&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
This refers to a gate leading to a wood. Woods are often dark and gloomy. Normally a door or a gate leads to new beginnings but in this case it doesn&#39;t seem hopeful. He leans upon it, which suggests reflection but also tiredness. The season reflects the mood. It is winter and frosty, which reminds us of a coldness of emotions. He is alone taking in his surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;
The descriptive language about the frost being &quot;specter-gray&quot; highlights the bleakness of the environment. Gray isn&#39;t an interesting color. There is a tremendous sense of loneliness in the following lines:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;And Winter&#39;s dregs made desolate&lt;br /&gt;
The weakening eye of day.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
For some people this time of year is a desolate time when others are surrounded by families. The word &quot;dregs&quot; suggests distaste; the last of something. There is a musical quality to the rhythm of this poem and even the following lines reflect this:&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;The tangled bine-stems scored the sky&lt;br /&gt;
Like strings of broken lyres, (lines 5 and 6)&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The imagery unfolded by the above two lines could refer to the score of music and related to the words &quot;strings&quot; and &quot;broken lyres&quot;. Broken strings would make an unpleasant sound, which reflects the narrator&#39;s mood. Score can also mean to cut something. It is as the stems are cutting into the sky. The coldness has meant that people have hurried inside to warm up by &quot;their household fires&quot; (line 8)&lt;br /&gt;
If the first stanza is about loneliness, the second one reflects the death of the century.&lt;br /&gt;
The imagery of death is used with words such as &quot;corpse;&quot; it is the death of not just a year, or a decade but a whole century. For Hardy, who would have been in his 50s, change would have felt harder to deal with. The world has &quot;sharp features&quot; not only physically but perhaps surrounding him with change. Even the wind reflects the mood of the poem it is described as a &quot;death-lament.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Hardy concludes his second stanza with:&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;And every spirit upon earth&lt;br /&gt;
Seemed fervourless as I.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
There is stillness. If &quot;fervor&quot; suggests excitement and energy then &quot;fervourless&quot; suggests Hardy, like nature is lacking. He has no enthusiasm for change. It is the third stanza&lt;br /&gt;
that will alter the mood of the poem slightly making it less pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;
Even if the whole of the surroundings appear bleak, a thrush will sing breaking the spell of the quietness. It has &quot;joy illimited.&quot; There is reference to religion with the words &quot;evensong&quot; as if the thrush is in touch with his creator. The thrush can bring some joy with his voice in the gloomy circumstances. This is a turning point in the poem; there is some hope that makes the narrator think. He is momentarily distracted with the noise.&lt;br /&gt;
The final stanza is controversial. It can be interpreted that the thrush brings hope to the narrator and ends the poem on a positive note. We are told how the bird has &quot;such ecstatic sound&quot; (line 3) when there was no reason for it, &quot;so little cause for carolings&quot; (line 1). Nature has found a secret source of hope the narrator is not familiar with and so the narrator feels a sense of peace.&lt;br /&gt;
Or it can be perceived that whilst the thrush is happy, the narrator is still not convinced. In the final two lines the narrator says,&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Some blessed hope, whereof he knew&lt;br /&gt;
And I was unaware.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The narrator isn&#39;t aware of feeling anything positive. It is simply the bird who is content. The narrator still feels sorry for himself and a sense of despair.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/feeds/4199484179297765210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/2010/06/thomas-hardys-darkling-thrush-analysis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1960235262995802728/posts/default/4199484179297765210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1960235262995802728/posts/default/4199484179297765210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/2010/06/thomas-hardys-darkling-thrush-analysis.html' title='THOMAS HARDY&#39;S DARKLING THRUSH ;AN ANALYSIS'/><author><name>DWAIPAYAN MITRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08349441339067132929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1960235262995802728.post-6645670068630783947</id><published>2010-06-02T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:27:51.053-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="critical analysis_process"/><title type='text'>how to analyze a poem</title><content type='html'>Critical Analysis of Poetry &lt;br /&gt;
The process of analyzing a poem&lt;br /&gt;
The elements of analysis discussed below are designed to help you identify the ways in which poetry makes its meaning, especially its &#39;parts&#39;; they do not give a sense of how one goes about analyzing a poem. It is difficult to give a prescription, as different poems call on different aspects of poetry, different ways of reading, different relationships between feeling, i mages and meanings, and so forth. My general advice, however, is this: &lt;br /&gt;
1. look at the title &lt;br /&gt;
2. read the poem for the major indicators of its meaning -- what aspects of setting, of topic, of voice (the person who is speaking) seem to dominate, to direct your reading? &lt;br /&gt;
3. read the ending of the poem -- decide where it &#39;gets to&#39; &lt;br /&gt;
4. divide the poem into parts: try to understand what the organization is, how the poem proceeds, and what elements or principles guide this organization (is there a reversal, a climax, a sequence of some kind, sets of oppositions?) &lt;br /&gt;
5. pay attention to the tone of the poem -- in brief, its attitude to its subject, as that is revealed in intonation, nuance, the kind of words used, and so forth. &lt;br /&gt;
6. now that you&#39;ve looked at the title, the major indicators of &#39;topic&#39;, the ending, the organization, the tone, read the poem out loud, trying to project its meaning in your reading. As you gradually get a sense of how this poem is going, what its point and drift is, start noticing more about how the various elements of the poetry work to create its meaning. This may be as different as the kind of imagery used, or the way it uses oppositions, or the level of realism or symbolism of its use of the natural world. &lt;br /&gt;
Reading poetry well is a balance among and conjunction of qualities: experience, attention, engagement with the qualities which make the poem resonant or compelling, close reading of structure and relationships. It&#39;s an acquired talent, you have to learn it. When you do, however, more and more meaning, power and beauty start leaping out at you. &lt;br /&gt;
Elements of analysis&lt;br /&gt;
Here then are some questions to apply to your analysis in order to see how the poem is making its meaning: they cover &lt;br /&gt;
genre, the speaker, the subject, the structure, setting, imagery, key statements, &lt;br /&gt;
the sound of the poetry, language use, intertextuality, &lt;br /&gt;
the way the reader is formed by the poem, the poem&#39;s historical placement, and &lt;br /&gt;
ideology or &#39;world-view&#39; &lt;br /&gt;
1. What is the genre, or form, of the poem? &lt;br /&gt;
Is it a sonnet, an elegy, a lyric, a narrative, a dramatic monologue, an epistle, an epic (there are many more). Different forms or genres have different subjects, aims, conventions and attributes. A love sonnet, for instance, is going to talk about different aspects of human experience in different ways with different emphases than is a political satire, and our recognition of these attributes of form or genre is part of the meaning of the poem. &lt;br /&gt;
2. Who is speaking in the poem?&lt;br /&gt;
Please remember that if the voice of the poem says &quot;I&quot;, that doesn&#39;t mean it is the author who is speaking: it is a voice in the poem which speaks. The voice can be undramatized (it&#39;s just a voice, it doesn&#39;t identify itself), or dramatized (the voice says &quot;I&quot;, or the voice is clearly that of a particular persona, a dramatized character). &lt;br /&gt;
Identify the voice. What does the voice have to do with what is happening in the poem, what is its attitude, what is the tone of the voice (tone can be viewed as an expression of attitude). How involved in the action or reflection of the poem is the voice? What is the perspective or &#39;point of view&#39; of the speaker? The perspective can be social, intellectual, political, even physical -- there are many different perspectives, but they all contribute to the voice&#39;s point of view, which point of view affects how the world of the poem is seen, and how we respond. &lt;br /&gt;
3. What is the argument, thesis, or subject of the poem&lt;br /&gt;
What, that is to say, is it apparently &#39;about&#39;? Start with the basic situation, and move to consider any key statements; any obvious or less obvious conflicts, tensions, ambiguities; key relationships, especially conflicts, parallels, contrasts; any climaxes or problems posed or solved (or not solved); the poem&#39;s tone; the historical, social, and emotional setting. &lt;br /&gt;
4. What is the structure of the poem?&lt;br /&gt;
There are two basic kinds of structure, formal and thematic. &lt;br /&gt;
Formal structure is the way the poem goes together in terms of its component parts: if there are parts -- stanza&#39;s, paragraphs or such -- then there will be a relation between the parts (for instance the first stanza may give the past, the second the present, the third the future). &lt;br /&gt;
Thematic structure, known in respect to fiction as &#39;plot&#39;, is the way the argument or presentation of the material of the poem is developed. For instance a poem might state a problem in eight lines, an answer to the problem in the next six; of the eight lines stating the problem, four might provide a concrete example, four a reflection on what the example implies. There may well be very close relations between formal and thematic structure. When looking at thematic structure, you might look for conflicts, ambiguities and uncertainties, the tensions in the poem, as these give clear guides to the direction of meanings in the poem, the poem&#39;s &#39;in-tensions&#39;. &lt;br /&gt;
5. How does the poem make use of setting?&lt;br /&gt;
There is the setting in terms of time and place, and there is the setting in terms of the physical world described in the poem. &lt;br /&gt;
In terms of the physical world of the poem, setting can be used for a variety of purposes. A tree might be described in specific detail, a concrete, specific, tree; or it might be used in a more tonal way, to create mood or associations, with say the wind blowing mournfully through the willows; or it might be used as a motif, the tree that reminds me of Kathryn, or of my youthful dreams; or it might be used symbolically, as for instance an image of organic life; or it might be used allegorically, as a representation of the cross of Christ (allegory ties an image or event to a specific interpretation, a doctrine or idea; symbols refer to broader, more generalized meanings). &lt;br /&gt;
Consider this a spectrum, from specific, concrete, to abstract, allegorical:&lt;br /&gt;
concrete --- tonal -- connotative -- symbolic --- allegorical &lt;br /&gt;
6. How does the poem use imagery?&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Imagery&quot; refers to any sort of image, and there are two basic kinds. One is the images of the physical setting, described above. The other kind is images as figures of speech, such as metaphors. These figures of speech extend the imaginative range, the complexity and comprehensibility of the subject. They can be very brief, a word or two, a glistening fragment of insight, a chance connection sparked into a blaze (warming or destroying) of understanding; or they can be extended analogies, such as Donne&#39;s &#39;conceits&#39;or Milton&#39;s epic similes. &lt;br /&gt;
7. Are there key statements or conflicts in the poem that appear to be central to its meaning?&lt;br /&gt;
Is the poem direct or indirect in making its meanings? If there are no key statements, are there key or central symbol, repetitions, actions, motifs (recurring images), or the like? &lt;br /&gt;
8. How does the sound of the poetry contribute to its meaning?&lt;br /&gt;
Pope remarked that &quot;the sound must seem an echo to the sense&quot;: both the rhythm and the sound of the words themselves (individually and as they fit together) contribute to the meaning. &lt;br /&gt;
9. Examine the use of language. &lt;br /&gt;
What kinds of words are used? How much and to what ends does the poet rely on connotation, or the associations that words have (as &quot;stallion&quot; connotes a certain kind of horse with certain sorts of uses)? Does the poem use puns, double meanings, ambiguities of meaning? &lt;br /&gt;
10. Can you see any ways in which the poem refers to, uses or relies on previous writing?&lt;br /&gt;
This is known as allusion or intertextuality. When U-2&#39;s Bono writes &quot;I was thirsty and you kissed my lips&quot; in &quot;Trip Through Your Wires,&quot; the meaning of the line is vastly extended if you know that this is a reference to Matthew 25:35 in the Bible, where Jesus says to the saved in explanation of what they did right, &quot;I was thirsty and you wet my lips.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
11. What qualities does the poem evoke in the reader?&lt;br /&gt;
What sorts of learning, experience, taste and interest would the &#39;ideal&#39; or &#39;good&#39; reader of this poem have? What can this tell you about what the poem &#39;means&#39; or is about? The idea is that any work of art calls forth certain qualities of response, taste, experience, value, from the reader, and in a sense &#39;forms&#39; the reader of that particular work. This happens through the subject matter, the style, the way the story is told or the scene set, the language, the images, the allusions, all the ways in which we are called by the text to construct meaning. The theorist Wayne Booth calls the reader as evoked or formed by the text the &quot;implied reader.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
12. What is your historical and cultural distance from the poem?&lt;br /&gt;
What can you say about the difference between your culture&#39;s (and sub-culture&#39;s) views of the world, your own experiences, on the one hand, and those of the voice, characters, and world of the poem on the other? What is it that you might have to understand better in order to experience the poem the way someone of the same time, class, gender and race might have understood it? Is it possible that your reading might be different from theirs because of your particular social (race, gender, class, etc.) and historical context? What about your world governs the way you see the world of the text? What might this work tell us about the world of its making? &lt;br /&gt;
13. What is the world-view and the ideology of the poem? &lt;br /&gt;
What are the basic ideas about the world that are expressed? What areas of human experience are seen as important, and what is valuable about them? What areas of human experience or classes of person are ignored or denigrated? A poem about love, for instance, might implicitly or explicitly suggest that individual happiness is the most important thing in the world, and that it can be gained principally through one intimate sexually-based relationship -- to the exclusion, say, of problems of social or political injustice, human brokenness and pain, or other demands on us as humans. It might also suggest that the world is a dangerous, uncertain place in which the only sure ground of meaningfulness is to be found in human relationships, or it might suggest on the other hand that human love is grounded in divine love, and in the orderliness and the value of the natural world with all its beauties. What aspects of the human condition are foregrounded, what are suppressed, in the claims that the poem makes by virtue of its inclusions and exclusions, certainties and uncertainties, and depictions of the way the natural and the human world is and works? For a brief elaboration of the concept of ideology, see my page on the subject.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/feeds/6645670068630783947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-to-analyze-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1960235262995802728/posts/default/6645670068630783947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1960235262995802728/posts/default/6645670068630783947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwaipayanmitra.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-to-analyze-poem.html' title='how to analyze a poem'/><author><name>DWAIPAYAN MITRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08349441339067132929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>