Someone once wondered if you can play chess without the Queen; I wonder, can a poem be written without words?
Certainly no country other than the United States might have its modern history sought to be told of in a medley such as this.
SR
Someone once wondered if you can play chess without the Queen; I wonder, can a poem be written without words?
Certainly no country other than the United States might have its modern history sought to be told of in a medley such as this.
SR
We have made a literary find today, October 6 2008, of a notebook of Manindranath Roy’s that he had titled Mandakini. It contains some 51 poems and poetic songs composed between 1914 and 1936, from when he was aged about 23 to when he was 45. He has been dead fifty years now and no one knew of the existence of these poems until today. Nor had he told anyone of the work (perhaps because some of the poems are especially candid). Between about 1933 and 1943 Manindranath had found himself facing trials and tribulations of such gravity and magnitude (caused in part by his own foolish squandering of his inheritance from his father) that he may have wished to forget, ignore or even regret his creative period.
Many of the poems are recorded as having been published in literary journals of the time, like Bharatbarsha and Bichitra, and some are recorded as having been sung or performed on the new radio service of the time, especially around 1931.
Here is poem number 48 titled “Saratchandra” in honour of his friend, the novelist Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyaya. Manindranath as a poet would have been certainly inspired in his modernity by his association with Sarat – while Sarat benefitted economically by the association and also may have found characters and plots for his novels (he apparently dedicated one at least to Manindranath’s wife, my grandmother).
When all of Mandakini is published in due course, it is not impossible Manindranath will come to be recognised as among the finest modern Bengali poets of his era.
Subroto Roy, Kolkata October 6 2008
It seems incredible that DH Lawrence from about 1910 until his death in 1930 produced this immense body of creative work and perhaps more I am unaware of:
Novels:
St Mawr
Aaron’s Rod
Kangaroo
The White Peacock
Sons and Lovers
The Trespasser
The Lost Girl
Women in Love
The Rainbow
The Plumed Serpent
The Virgin and the Gypsy
(with ML Skinner) The Boy in the Bush
Lady Chatterley’s Lover
Short Stories:
The Prussian Officer
England, my England
The Captain’s Doll
Twilight in Italy
The Woman Who Rode Away
Poetry
Bay
Look! We have come through!
Amores
Birds, Beasts and Flowers
Tortoises
Love Poems and Others
New Poems
Pansies
Collected Poems
Plays
Touch and Go
The Widowing of Mrs Holroyd
David
Belles Lettres etc
Studies in Classic American Literature
Movements in European History
Psychoanalysis and the Unconscious
Fantasia of the Unconscious
Sea and Sardinia
Mornings in Mexico
Translations of Giovanni Verga: Lttle Novels of Sicily
Phoenix: Posthumous Papers edited and with an introduction by Edward D. McDonald
The Letters of DH Lawrence, edited and with an introduction by Aldous Huxley
(Secondary Literature: DH Lawrence: Novelist by FR Leavis)
Of related interest here: “DH Lawrence’s ‘Phoenix’”; “On Lawrence”.
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