letters from JK

Posted: February 8, 2010 in QUOTE UNQUOTE /words spoken by strangers

FULL MANY A GEM OF PUREST RAY SERENE

THE DARK UNFATHOMED CAVES OF OCEAN BEAR

FULL MANY A FLOWER IS BORN TO BLUSH UNSEEN

AND WASTE ITS SWEETNESS ON THE DESERT AIR.

I THINK YOU KNOW THOMAS GRAY.HIS LINES HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH YOU TOO.

‘EACH LAUGTER IS JUST A SHOW’ IS PRETTY ENOUGH

YOU ARE TALENTED.BUT DON’T WASTE IT ON THE DESERT AIR OF INDIA

YOU, I, AND OTHER YOUNG POETS WILL DIE A SILENT DEATH.

INDIA IS A LAND LOOTED BY POLITICIANS.ITS CULTURE IS DYING. SEX HAS CAUGHT INDIA ON THE THROAT.I VISITED YESTERDAY THE CHAT ROOM JUST TO GET MY MOOD FIT BACK.I CAME FROM THE COLLEGE DEEPLY DISAPPOINTED. I SAW MY FRIEND’S LOVER WITH ANOTHER MAN SHARING HANDS.WHAT A WORLD THIS IS? I FELT. NO ONE IS SINCERE.

I AM STILL ALIVE ONLY BECAUSE I WANT TO WRITE MORE AND MORE.

I THOUGHT OF PUBLISHING MY POEMS.I DON’T WANT TO BECOME FAMOUS

BECAUSE KEATS HAVE TAUGHT ME

VERSE FAME AND BEAUTY ARE INTENSE INDEED

BUT DEATH INTENSER, DEATH IS LIFE’S HIGH MEED

BUT I HAVE NO MONEY.

POETRY HAS LOST IT GREATNESS. I HAVE SPOKE TO YOU ABOUT NIKHIL PAREKH-INDIAN YOUNG POET – THOUSAND POEMS –ARE THEY REALLY POEMS. IT IS JUST PROSE ARRANGED IN LINES.BUT I BELIVE THAT POETRY HAVE ITS OWN LIMITS.WE CAN WRITE ANYTHING BUT ONLY BY STANDING WITHIN THOSE LIMITS.

HAVE YOU READ THE POEM ‘TRUTH ABOUT FLOODS ‘ BY NIZZIM EZEKIEL

THE GREAT INDIAN POET. IT IS JUST A PROSE ARRANGED IN LINES.

POETRY SHOULD BE WRITTEN IN METRE.THIS IS WHERE WE HAVE TO JOIN HANDS.

YOU ARE TALENTED AND YOU HAVE A GOOD POETIC SOUL. DON’T WRITE LIKE POST MODERN POETS.DON’T BE AN EZEKIEL, KAMALA DAS OR PAREKH.WRITE IN METRICAL FORM.

BUT NOW I FEEL ANXIOUS.HOW CAN I BELIEVE YOU. I DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE.NOW YOU KNOW MY HEART.

MY MADNESSSSSSSSSS           MY MADNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES

I AM ALONE IN THIS UNREAL WORLD.WHAT SHALL I NOW DO? WHAT SHALL I NOW SAY?

THIS IS ALL I KNOW ON EARTH

AND ALL YE NEED TO KNOW

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YOU HAVEN’T TALKED ABOUT MY SUGGESTION OF JOINING HANDS;

TURN BACKWARDS NOW.SEEK THE MYSTERY BEHIND YOU.SOME WHERE, SOMETIME AGO A BIRTH HAS TOOK PLACE.DOES IT HAVE A DUTY TO COMPLETE.

I HAD DONE SO AND RECOGNIZED WHAT MY DUTY IS.I HOLD NO SUPERIOR BLOOD, MY FOOT HOLDS NO GOLDEN SHOES WITH WHICH I CAN TREAD TOWARDS HISTORY.BUT THERE IS A DUTY WHICH I SHOULD DO.I AM INCOMPLETE MAN.BUT I SHOULD TRY ATLEAST.MY PASSION FOR POETRY.

SHAKESPEARE, MILTON, KEATS, SHELLEY, FROST——–WHAT A WORLD THEY HAD BEHIND.BUT IT IS DETERIORATING.SOME ARE MAKING IT SO.

RHYTHM, RHYME I DON’T KNOW WHERE THEY ARE NOW.

NOW

PROSE IS POETRY, POETRY PROSE

THAT’S ALL PRESENT POETS KNOW ON EARTH

AND ALL THEY WANT TO KNOW.

RENAISSANCE IS MY AIM.I KNOW I CAN’T DO IT ALONE.THAT’S WHY I APPEAR IN CHAT ROOMS FIRING THE DIALOGUE

“IS HERE ANY POETS”

BUT MY EXPERIENCE UPTO THIS DAY SAYS THAT NONE IS INTERESTED IN POETRY.THEN WHAT SHALL I REVIVE.I WEEP BEFORE THE PICTURE OF JOHN KEATS AND ROBERT FROST IN SILENCE.WHAT SHALL I DO NOW.I AM A POOR MAN BORN TO DIE IN SEA.MY DEATH.I DON’T KNOW WHE WILL IT HAPPEN.THE FRAILEST THING IN THE WORLD.I AM NOT A FREE BIRD.I AM HAUNTED BY MYSTERY.I CAN FEEL IT SO CLOSE TO MY HEART NOW.

Let not ambition mock my useful toil

My heartily joys and destiny obscure

Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile

The short and simple annals of a poor

HERE WRITES ONE WHO’S NAME WILL BE WRIT IN WATER.

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MY DEAREST HEART,

AS YOU SAID YOU MAY BE AT SEA.I AM ALSO SO.BUT LET US NOT DROWN TOGETHER.LET US SWIM TOGETHER TOWARDS THE ISLANDS OF TRUE POETRY.LET US NOT BE TERRIFIED. THERE IS SOME UNKNOWN SPIRIT OR SPIRITS BEHIND US TO HELP. THERE ARE WITH US BECAUSE THEY ALSO WANT POETRY TO COME BACK.

LET US WALK BACK TOWARDS THOSE GLORIOUS YEARS

I AM ALWAYS HERE TO WALK WITH YOU.WE ALL ARE BORN TO DIE.BUT WE SHOULD DO SOMETHING FOR THE SAKE OF LITERATURE IF WE LOVE IT.AFTER READING POST MODERN POETRY I SEVERAL TIMES WEPT BEFORE THE PHOTOGRAPHS OF KEATS,FROST,SHELLEY AND TENNYSON.

HOW EASILY THIS EZEKIEL, KAMALADAS, NIKHIL PAREKH AND THEIR GROUPS DESTROYED AND DESTROYS THE GLORY OF POETRY THAT OUR ROMANTICS HAD CREATED.

FRIEND, WAKE FROM YOUR DROWSINESS WITH THE HOPE THAT

IF SUMMER COMES CAN SPRING BE FAR BEHIND

THAT SPRING IS NOT NORMAL SPRING THAT FADES IN COURSE OF TIME TO COME AGAIN. IT IS THE ETERNAL SPRING.WEST WINDS WILL COME AGAIN.

I DON’T KNOW YOUR NAME EXACTLY.THATS WHY I AM FORCED TO ADDRESS YOU AS FRIEND.

FRIEND,

YOU HAVE A GOOD POETIC SOUL.WHAT YOU SHOULD DO NOW IS TO LEARN MORE ABOUT RHYTHM AND RHYME. AT FIRST IT MAY SEEM DIFFICULT TO WRITE POEMS USING RHYME AND RHYTM.BUT YOU JUST CONTINUE WITH IT.THE MERRIMENT AFTER COMPLETING A POEM IN THE CONVENTIONAL STYLE IS THE GREATEST BLISS IN LIFE.

ONE THING IS THAT WE SHOULD CARE MORE FOR RHYTHM THAN RHYME.

DON’T BE WORRIED IF YOU CANT PICK A RHYMING WORD. IT WILL COME AUTOMATICALLY AS YOUR KNOWLEDGE IMPROVES. THERE IS A MERIT IF YOU ARE A PERSON SO MUCH ATTACHED TO COMPUTER AND INTERNET.THERE ARE ONLINE RHYMING DICTIONARIES.

LIFE IS EVERYWHERE ABOUT THE SAME.EVERYONE IS SUFFERING EXECT THE RICH AND THE NOBLES.LET US WAKE TOGETHER. I AM ALSO A DISAPPOINTED MAN.BUT LET US NOT WALLOW IN THE VALLEYS OF DESPAIR.LET US TOGETHER TAKE THE ROAD LESS TRAVELLED BY HUMAN BEINGS OF TODAYS

AND WE SHALL BE TELLING THIS WITH A SIGH

SOMEWHERE AGES AND AGES HENCE

TWO ROADS DIVERGED IN A YELLOW WOOD AND I

I TOOK THE ONE LESS TRAVELLED BY

AND THAT HAS MADE ALL THE DIFFERENCE.

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I HAD TOLD YOU EVERYTHING THAT I HAVE IN MY MIND IN MY PREVIOUS MAILS. IT’S THE TIME NOW FOR YOU TO ACT. DON’T BE PESSIMISTIC. IF YOU ADMIRE THE GREAT ROMANTICS PLEASE FOLLOW THEIR PATH.THE KINGDOM THEY HAD CREATED IS UNDER DETERIORATION. IN EVERY MAILS I AM WRITING MORE AND MORE THINGS. BUT IN YOUR SHORT REPLIES YOU SAY THAT YOU ARE INCAPABLE. FROM OUR FRIEND OF THIS SHORT PERIOD I RECOGNISED THAT YOU HAVE A GOOD POETIC SOUL. YOU JUST TURN YOUR FEELINGS INTO SONGS. THAT’S WHAT NOW NEEDED. BUILT IT SLOWLY UP. I AM  WITH YOU AND WE WILL GET GOOD SUPPORT. POEMS ARE MUSICAL THOUGHTS. NOT PROSIFIED THOUGHTS.

I AM REPEATING AGAIN—-

DON’T BE PESSIMISTIC. I WONT ASK YOU DON’T BE SAD BECAUSE MOST POETS ARE BORN OUT OF SADNESS. I HAVE MET ABOUT FIVE PEOPLE WHO TOLD ME THAT THEY HAVE THE HABIT OF WRITING POEMS. I GAVE THEM THE SAME MESSEGE THROUGH MAILS. BUT THEY ARE NOT RESPONDING.YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON WHO RESPONDED.PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE BECAUSE I ALONE CANT MAKE THINGS HAPPEN

YOURS FAIR HEARTED

J K.

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YOUR SAYS THAT YOU CANT NEVER BE A POET AND YOU ARE NOT WILLING TO HELP ME. I ASKED YOU TO PRACTISE WRITING POEMS IN THE CONVENTIONAL OLD STYLE. BUT YOU SAYS BIRDS HAVE FOUND NEW SONGS. YES THE WORLD HAS CHANGED AND YOU TOO.BUT I AM AN OLD MAN. ON NEXT OCTOBER 31st I AM GOING TO CELEBRATE MY 210 TH BIRTHDAY. I CANT RUN WITH THIS WORLD AND I WILL NOT. SHAKESPEARE IS MY FATHER. THOMAS GRAY IS MY UNCLE. MY MOTHER IS ROMANTICISM AND MY LOVER IS FANNY BRAWN FOR KEATS IS MY SOUL AND SHELLEY IS MY FRIEND. FROST IS MY TEACHER AND TENNYSON IS MY WILL. WORDS WORTH IS MY NEIGHBOUR AND COLERIDGE IS MY ADVENTURE. CHATTERTON IS MY SPIRIT AND MUSES ARE MY GODS.

I had told you everything in my previous mails. SO THERE IS NO NEED TO REPEAT IT. I CANNOT BEGIN THE NEW RENAISSANCE AND REFORMATION ALONE. BUT I AM SURE. ONE DAY THE NEW DAWN WILL WITNESS THE BIRTH OF TRUE POETRY AGAIN.

I AM STILL ALONE.I THANK YOU FOR THE INTEREST YOU HAVE SHOWN IN ME. I AM STILL ALONE AND I CANT ALONE MAKE THINGS HAPPEN. BUT TILL MY LAST BREATH I WILL PRAISE KEATS, BROWNING, SHELLEY, AND ALL. I AM STILL ALONE. IF I MAY PASS SO EARLY WITH OUT DOING ANYTHING, BY CHANCE OR UNDER ANY VITAL FORCE ANOTHER STRONG PERSON MAY COME.

I WILL NOT LET POETRY DIE OR I MUST DIE.

I hope you have nothing more to say. I AM NOT INTERESTED IN THE BLIND PHILOSOPHIES OF LIFE AND DEATH. YOU ALWAYS THINK OF DEATH. YOU ARE NOT THE ONE BORN IN EARTH TO DIE. EVERYONE WILL DIE. I thought you could understand me and help me. But in vain. BUT DIFFERENT FROM OTHERS YOU HAVE A POETIC SOUL.

I THINK YOUR LOVE FOR DEATH IS WHAT MAKES YOU LOVE KEATS. BUT HEAR—KEATS WAS A YOUNG MAN WHO WISHED TO LIVE LONG AND LONG. I DON’T KNOW HOW MANY POEMS OF KEATS YOU HAVE READ. I HAVENT SEEN ANY PINCH OF QUATATIONS IN YOUR MAILS.

QUITE UNFORTUNATE IS THE END OF OUR RELATION. I THOGHT I GOT A HAND. BUT I AM STILL ALONE. Sometimes I may PASS WITHOUT DOING ANY THING. BUT DON’T LAUGH AT ME. AT THIS MOMENT I DIE, I SHALL DIE CONTENT BECAUSE I HAVE REALISED THE ROMANTICS AND IT IS THE GREATEST BLISS.

BYE

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