Until I saw Letters to Namdeo Dhasal, poems by Chandramohan S, recently I did not know we had amidst us in Kerala a Dalit poet writing in English.
There are several novelists of Kerala origin, all of them living outside the state, who have made a mark as writers in English. There are also a few poets writing in English, like Jeet Thayyil and C.P. Surendran, who too live outside the state.
Chandramohan, who appears to be a worthy successor to Kamala Das, the first Keralite to win recognition as a poet in English, lives in Thruvananthapuram.
Letters to Namdeo Dhasal is Chandramohan’s second book of poems. The first, Warscape Verses, was published in 2014.
Chandramohan’s world view is breath-taking. Shambuka, Nangeli, Marie Magdalena, Jim Crow, Dow Jones and Fredreich Engels are all in it.
Keki N. Daruwala, the renowned poet, writes in The Hindu:
Dalit poetry, based on 2,000 years of experiencing atrocities from caste Hindus, needs to be handled respectfully. Letters to Namdeo Dhasal by Chandramohan S. has just landed on my table.
In a poem ‘Occupied Language’, after talking of abandoned adjectives and
‘vowels lynched and hung upside down’ (like tortured prisoners?) he talks of
colonial symbols on a map and ‘refugees fleeing through edited check points/ to
seek asylum in an alien tongue.’ The poem ends with the immigrant into the elite
language (English, let’s face it) ‘abbreviating his surname’ and then
‘stripping bare the sterile meat of/ An evacuated language.’ I have chosen not
to quote the more telling attacks on caste.
A poem on Murugan who hanged himself in Hyderabad (and how the BJP cried
itself hoarse , saying he was not a Dalit) ends with the lines, ‘We become him/
Conform or perish.’ We get defiance: ‘This poem refuses to undergo painful
procedures/ Like the long intrusive questionnaire … before it is granted a
visa.’ (‘The Muse in the Market Place’.)
He will not be regimented by those who wear nationalism on their sleeves.
He has a strong ‘Beef Poem’. In ‘Love in the Time of CCTV’, he says, ‘You are
under surveillance when chalk scrapes/ On the blackboard,/ when you walk in straight
lines, march in tune/ To the drumbeats of uniformed discipline/ While lip
synching to the national anthem.’
I have been unable to mention some beautiful poems like ‘Portrait of the Woman as Young Woman’. Meena Kandasamy is mentioned in the Introduction. I, for one, have been following her prose and poetry closely with respect.
LETTERS TO NADEO DHASAL: Poems by Chandramohan S, Published by Desirepaths Publishers, 401 Shree Prutha Residency-2, Shubham Park, Gotri Road, Vadodra 390 021
Price Rs 150 US$6