Swarms of us, graftingI'm thinking of Daljit Nagra's world. Bringing Punjabi-English to the poetry world. A linguistics reminiscent of Dennis Lee:
in the black within shot of the moon's spotlight,
banking on the miracle of sun to span
its rainbow, passport us to life. Only then
can it be human to bare-faced, hoick ourselves for the clear.
To Aeroflot the savage milesFrom the poem "For the Wealth of India," which describes a world of "pongy tailors" that "run like flies," "knobbly-kneed" "bent-neck man who trays us with milky sweets." Ah, a man entering the world of the English, with "cans of Fanta...twisting away with a snarl." The glory of languages, cultural nuances colliding here with reference to Matthew Arnold and Christopher Marlowe. This is great stuff.
in a moment, tucking under