Friday, 13 May 2016

Review By Aditi Bose, a writer, reviewer and blogger in her blog lovewordie.wordpress.com


SONGS OF A SOLITARY TREE, ARUN M SIVAKRISHNA

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songs of a solitary tree
Book: Songs of a Solitary Tree
Author: Arun M Sivakrishna
Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
Genre: Metaphoric free verse poetry
In One Line: A collection of stark and heart churning verses
Characterisation: Arun writes with graphical details from incidents that we know of. That makes his poetry something that one can associate with. ‎For example, verse 35 that correlates the stampede at Sabrimala and India’s score of 190 against South Africa in 2011 or verse 39 on Shafquat Amanat Ali.
There are some verses that won’t make much sense in the first read. The second time it will. Like ‘A Tiny Feather, An Affirming Motif’.
There are some poems that you will read the third time too. These are those when you have closed the book and suddenly you remember an incident from your life and go back to the poem to re-read it. I, for instance did it with ‘I Call Him Dad’.
Language: Poetry is not what the poet writes but what he expresses in the layers that’s beyond the words. This is best done if he writes in a language that he’s comfortable with. Arun does that well because even though he is comfortable with the Queen’s language, he introduces Indian languages deftly. For example Hindi in ‘ An Eventful Day, Sometime Back’ and the chant of “Jaydev, jaydev” in ‘Ah, Mumbai, I’m All Ears’.
Poetry is not just about rhyme, rhythm and meter. It is more like painting a picture with limited number of words. This anthology of poems has verses that are of varied lengths and no specific meter. Some might not even called it poetry in the traditional sense of the word. They are more like stories that are sublime, true and hard hitting.
The poet also effectively uses imagery and metaphors to convey a plethora of emotions well – right from pain and tears to love and euphoria.
In ‘Birds with Clipped Wings’ he compares memories to birds with clipped wings that:
“…don’t fly away,
But limp around,
Only to come back to
Rip the heart again”
‎The poem on Mumbai sees him comparing people to packed iodized sardines “swaying in tin box of locals”. Probably this was the only line amidst the 50 verses where I giggled.
Plot Setting: ‎One poem is surely set in Mumbai and the word ‘tuk tuk’ in one seems to tell me that it’s Bangkok. I don’t know where the rest are set. But, for once, even one like me who has a penchant for knowing where incidents are happening, I didn’t care. The geographical location didn’t matter. It could rain anywhere, the home coming could be any where, the father dying could be anywhere, the war against the killing of the girl child could be anywhere – the place didn’t matter, the thoughts did.
Book Cover Art: The solitary tree in the almost sepia backdrop is simple ‎and to the point. I liked it. Would like to know if this is a photograph that the poet clicked himself.
How’s the Title: A tree stands grounded in one place for many years. Spreading it’s branches as it grows. The title of this anthology, ‘Songs of a Solitary Tree’, seems symbolic of this. The poet is like the tree, who knows his roots, who stands in one place, who weathers the storms of life without breaking, who grows branches as his circle of family-relatives-friends increase, and who is fearless enough to ‘sing’ songs of happy times and odes of sorrowful ones all alone.
Is The Blurb Catchy: Just two sentences. But the reader knows the kind of poetry the book would hold.
Learning From The Story: Budding poets can learn from his writing style. He doesn’t rhyme the words and he doesn’t follow the rules of poetry that we are usually taught at school. He writes what he feels. To the extent that some even read like entries from his personal diary. For example; ‘An Eventful Day, Sometime Back’ which says:
“Had marathon client meetings,
Productive, some not so great and
Towards the end of the day a reluctant
Revisit to a very difficult customer.‎”
But that’s the beauty of it. He emotes poignantly because he writes from the heart.
And my personal learning? 3-4 new words that got added to my vocabulary. ‘Bokeh’ was my favourite ‘word-learning’.
Areas Of Improvement: In between short lines, there are sudden long one‎. These make you pause and read again to understand the meaning. This pause takes away the flow of the read.
‎Found a handful of editing mistakes too. One is grammar, two are short forms and the rest are the formatting of the title. In the acknowledgement section, seeing ‘sis’ and ‘bro’ instead of sister and brother seemed too casual. Verse 2 has the line “Made it even worser.” Umm! ‘Worser’ was common in the 16th and 17th century but now it is considered non standard. It’s ‘worse, more worse, most worse’. Wondering if the poet was making use of what’s known as ‘poetic liberty’. OK, now grammar. “All my cousins, friends, employers and Spring Tunes, a music group in Face book all have helped….”‎ – The word ‘all’ has been used twice, it is not ‘in Facebook’ but ‘on’ and ‘Facebook’ is one word. Last is the formatting – why is the beginning alphabet of some titles all in caps lock while others have a hubble-jubble of both the small as well as the big hand? Although few, these were acting like tiny pebbles that marred the seamless flow of the beauty of the verses.
I wish the pictures that the collection has were in colour. For a photograph enthusiast like me, they looked like nice clicks. But the black and white has really blurred the images.
What Is ‘Said By Not Saying’: The poems say a lot of things – 60 different underlying meanings! But there’s one other thing too that the anthology as a whole screams out and says – “Don’t be scared to express. Be true to what you feel and see and melody will come out. You don’t need to follow the path that all tread on to create beauty.”
My Reaction When I Finally Closed The Book:   smile - smiley

Friday, 6 May 2016

Guest Post: How the Seeds Germinate by Arun M Shivakrishna

Guest Post: How the Seeds Germinate by Arun M Shivakrishna

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As children of working parents, my sister Kanni and me were kind of left to ourselves after we reach home from school. Our favorite pastime was to enact roles out of the Marvel comics and since Phantom almost always had to jump off Hero the horse, I often end up sprawling across, attempting those from my cycle. Many such bruises and scratches later, I found it to be not wise at all.
It was then I gave her the idea of starting a News Letter, called Home Herald. We kept it running for some time about till my hand writing was quite readable and if someone asked, at least I could comprehend what I had scribbled over. She dutifully used to cut the clippings and paste them in order so it somehow resembled a pale cousin of some magazine we had by then seen.
I was by then enjoying a cult status at school for singing the same song for three annual days and as many Children's days over and again, so to save them further trouble, in one year some few teachers made me don the role of Madhavan, a writer in a school play.
The only writer I knew of was my Valyachan, (Paternal Uncle) Dr.S.Velayudhan ( who is now a star in some stellar constellations) and the first thing I picked from him was the Pipe and his English ( ash bush, as its known then). I remember coming out of the play to the roaring, earth splitting laughter of parents and teachers alike with only the kids looking at me in awe for the pipe and ash bush..
I don’t know, whether that play has any bearings on me but one day I told my sister in all seriousness an eight year old could muster " you know Tich, one day you will get my book, all printed in glossy paper". She was gung-ho about it and was sharing the big news with her friends as well adding on to the fan base at our local school. Though nothing much came about apart from a few limerick kind of stuff about “ My Kitten “ or “ My Home” and like, those days were quite memorable for the affection and affinity bestowed by certain teachers and the way they had kindled the spirits towards the magic world of letters and fables.
With the passing years, the crowd reaction towards my braying talent was going quite harsh and as a survival tactic had moved over to recitations by learning the poems of stalwarts like the late ONV Kurup, Madhusoodanan Nair and Kadammanitta to name a few. I believe, in a way that has laid the foundation for my attempts in verses as a line of expression. As any other youngster of that time, I too was enamored by the ideals of leftist line of thoughts and we were a bunch of half baked artists or souls under such an illusion and have sessions of readings, discussions and displays of work regularly. Though most of the events were pretty mundane and pseudo in nature, at times, it opened up chances to interact with the great luminaries we were looking upon with awe. Lajish, a close friend and me were quite regulars there and often used to try our hands in skits, verses and one act plays. Perhaps, such instances may have shaped up our thinking towards listening to our own creative voices.
But, all said and done, I guess it is the advent of social networking platforms that has given a lot of us the exposure. In the days of the print media, getting printed or featured was next to impossible and the reach was limited to a chosen few only. Blogs and online journals have helped the budding ones immensely for a far wider reach, instant feedback and in a way a better constructive criticism too. Though, many may still scorn the likes of us as Facebook Poets, none really could turn a blind eye towards the influence the social media has in bringing up many voices hitherto unheard.
Recently been to a school as a guest speaker for one of their workshops and it was fascinating to see the way young minds seek and probe. They were eager to know how it all started, what they need to do and whether to put any restrictions on the reading list and most of all what to read.
Looking back, what my parents had given us then, even if it was to let us stay away from pestering them, was the best of gifts ever. They brought us books and those heady mix of Amar Chitra katha and Fables helped us live in a world of myths and legends and magic. That is what I am giving to my monsters too and despite all the grouses I have over them, it is so heartening to see them in a quiet corner with a book in hand, happily weaving a world of magic and realism.
Believe me, the love of words make people selfless in their pursuits and chase nobler means to spread sunshine around the world and Eclectic Moods is one such platform by Jonali. It is indeed nice to know of such beautiful people who thrive to make the world a better place.
Happy reading to you all.

Arun M Sivakrishna

Author of “ Songs Of A Solitary Tree”, a collection of poems.

Wednesday, 4 May 2016

Interview Session by Divya Bandorkar for her blog MUSINGS OF A VIVACIOUS HEART http://musingsofavivaciousheart.blogspot.in

[Ask and Answer] Interview Session with Arun M. Sivakrishna

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1. 'Arun M. Sivakrishna -The Poet' How does this sound?
It indeed sounds nice and though I am nowhere near to be called one now, the ultimate aim is to reach there.J

 2. For how long have you been writing poems?
Writing has been a favorite hobby for a pretty long time. Used to contribute to the school magazines and other journals. But when the not so small matter of getting food on the table came, poetry took a back seat for sometime.Now, been penning for about 10 years, with some gaps in between as I am a very lazy one.

3. What does 'Poetry' mean to you?
To me, it is the ultimate form of self-expression.

4. Do you remember the first poem that you wrote? Share your favorite lines from it with us.
J The first one must be some innocuous stuff about some class mate or so. That’s pretty long back and I don’t remember any of it. But there is one about a boy I met in a train journeyand I am so sorry that I don’t exactly remember the lines completely now. Guess, it goes something like this
“I am a prince
but don’t really know who my king is “ and ends with
“countless genocides and regicides and
One more, my dear sir, wouldnt make any difference”

5. Your poetry collection is titled 'Songs of a Solitary Tree'. How did you come up with this title?
Most of the works in that series are more or less about random thoughts of a loner, someone who finds himself lonely either by choice or chance. Hence that title. Solitude doesn’t really mean that you are down in the dumps or in the deep pits of despair though it could drag you in the quick sands of peril, unless you know to deal with it. Often you hum, sing, dance or draw your way out of it. So lets say that the tree sings its way out of its blues..J


6. How long does it take for you to write a poem?
I am a very lazy and reluctant writer. I write on impulse and have to wrap up quite fast lest will end up not writing at all. But it has its own pitfalls. Many a times, on hindsight,  felt  this could have been different and could have had another  version or angle had I waited on and so on. I am working on that habit now by revisiting and ironing out the edges, quite deliberately.

7. Can I sum up your work to be an amalgamation of poems written over different phases of your life?
Yes. You may. But looking for the writer in all that he or she writes may not always be the right way too. All of us write about events we experience or acquired over or something which we identify ourselves with.

8. If I give you three words- love, jealousy/jealous and trust; would you write a poem for me?
“And when it comes to that
trust me, jealousy is the
other name of love.”

9. Which is your favorite poem from your collection? And why?
Though  I don’t have any particular favorites, “Wholesome Holes” and “Insects on the windscreen” come closer because of the emotions involved about some particular phase of my life.

10. Let's take up a short rapid fire session. I give you a word, you describe it with the first adjective that comes to your mind.
a. poem : Sublime
b. life : Beautiful
c. friendship : Lovely
d. love : Intense
e. mountains : Serene
f. snow : Pure
g. roots : Grounded
h. god : Divine
i. rebirth: Interesting
j. revenge : worthless

11. Your readers and me, of course, would like to hear a piece of advice from you.
Whatever you do, express freely. Never be a stickler for rules and genres.