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SPECIAL SERIES Joy Goswami, 45 MR PROGRESSION In the 1950s Bengali literature had promising young writers and poets: Subhash Mukhopadhyay, Shankha Ghosh, Shakti Chattopadhyay. Joy Goswami devoured them as he grew up. But the next generation didn't produce as good a crop, the literati will tell you. It's in this relative drought that Goswami flowered. It was only in the '80s that people started taking notice: his poems in Bengali literary magazine Desh seemed to be breaking rules. And making rules. Some would appear like prose, yet they had rhythm that was lyrical. He writes: A century approaches, a century is gone/Load the sacks on the trains, life goes on. Goswami wrote this about rice vendors who would board the train from his native Ranaghat for Calcutta. He would (as in a 1996 poem) think of things before sleeping, and pen his thoughts verbatim the next morning. Modern poetry, but not for the sake of being modern. "If you don't break from the past, you can never progress," says Goswami. So he does, seeing new things, penning perspective with a fresh perspective. The school? It's called Joy's generation. -Avirook Sen |
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