Regenerative
collection of poetry
Regeneration by Eileen Siriwardhana.
Reviewed by Anthea Senaratna.
This collection of thirty poems strikes a note of nostalgia and
reminiscence experienced by the author. Most of them, as mentioned
in the introduction, recall true life encounters and describe her
feelings on a range of subjects. Love in its many forms are portrayed;
love for country, love for nature, love for traditions and customs,
love for family and dear ones - all these form an integral part
of Eileen Siriwardhana's poetry. She has a keen eye for observing
the attitudes and manner of modern society, and her sensitivity
to mood and feelings are well expressed. Although the language is
simple and straightforward with no convoluted or flowery phraseology,
the thoughts put forward are complex and deep.
The
opening verse is a dedication to her first grandson, with whom she
looks forward to seeing new vistas through his eyes. Wistful memories
of children growing up and leaving home are featured in ‘Reminiscing’
and more forcefully in 'Thunderstruck' where like many parents today
we,
"...gaze and gaze
As in a daze
At four empty towel rails. "
Giving an apt description of the 'empty nest syndrome' that affects
many families today,
"my fledgelings three
gave wing and flew
to far off trees
leaving in the nest
just us two."
She
also draws sharp sardonic observations on the contrast between rich
and poor, the privileged and ordinary persons. From ‘Shockproof’
we have,
"Politicians wear bullet proof vests
So that missiles will not pierce their priceless chests
Poor ordinary mortals what have we
To shield us from grenades such as these."
We
are well aware of many recent time politicians who do believe they
have 'priceless' chests!
The poet expresses more than just a hint of disapproval on how modern
day parents raise their children. One particular poem describes
a heartrending incident of a three-year-old who has been punished
by her parents. The author chides,
"they do as books dictate
we do as hearts dictate."
The
old fashioned practice of dealing with children by instinct is now
replaced with theories brought out in books. Following this line
of thought is an amusing poem called 'Interview' where again, with
the modern trend of the difficulties in securing suitable schools
for their children, parents are compelled to register their infants
with the school of their choice - hence the 'interview' with the
one-year-old child!
Some
poems are a light commentary on other pursuits - such as the joys
of reading which can transport us to another world - a world of
fantasy - and then bring us back to the real world with a bump -
‘Return to Reality’. One is a cynical study on how a
person strives so hard after meditation that in her eagerness to
achieve this goal she ends up not meditative but exasperated at
what she cannot achieve!
The
poet moves on to a more philosophical mood - the constant striving
for perfection as in ‘The Prison Door’. In ‘Becoming’
she writes of the wish to fit in with the larger picture of life
and its environs,
"my identity dissolves
I ness evaporates...."
"Becoming part of everything
Becoming everything."
In
‘Time Present, Time Future’ the writer muses on how
changes take place with time and she questions whether the cycle
of change will continue in the same manner after she's gone. The
concept of 'letting go' is depicted in ‘The Last Harbour’
where after the many meetings and partings we experience in our
lives it is only at the last harbour that the process is finally
realized.
Some
of the poems deal with day to day experiences. A lover of nature
she describes her moments of joyful communion with birds in her
garden in 'Birds and I'. In ‘Catastrophe’ she castigates
those responsible for the destruction of nature signifying that
they are to blame for their own downfall.
"Disrupting
Nature's balanced intelligence
Was the catastrophe of the last millennium."
There is the keen observation on the exodus of those city dwellers
to their homes in the villages during the New Year festival where
again the writer cautions against the modern attitudes of certain
people who discard traditions and scoff at age old village customs.
Deep love for her country is depicted in ‘I cry for You’
- her remorse at the conflict among its peoples,
"I cry for the pure blue waters
turned red with blood gone waste."
The
most stirring poems however, are those connected with the death
of loved ones. Here the poet expresses her sadness at losing a loved
one but at the same time realizes that she has to get on with her
own life. Some of them refer to the much beloved husband who was
her constant companion and soulmate. She describes the many things
they have experienced together - going on trips, working in the
garden - there is no doubt that the writer feels the utter loss
of her partner at every turn in her daily life. The most poignant
verses express the communion of silence that existed between them
- surely the greatest bond between soulmates of this kind. Although
the writer is regretful about personal loss she rejoices in her
memories of their life together, memories which to her are,
"as glorious
as the evening sky."
Regeneration
clearly indicates that through the act of composing poetry the author
finds a release to her innermost feelings, a revival of treasured
memories and a rejuvenation of spirit. It would also give the reader
an opportunity to ponder on situations that are prevalent in today's
context and also to learn how to appreciate precious moments in
one's own life. It's a book which should be read during quiet moments
to relieve the rushed pace of the modern routine of daily life.
Green
fingers at home
A complete guide to houseplants and indoor gardening
by D.T Ekanayake and M.S. Senaratne.
D.T. Ekanayake and M.S. Senaratne have presented
us with a fascinating book on houseplants and indoor gardening.
If you are jammed in a small flat with no space at all and no soil
to plant, or if you are crammed into a small house with a tiny outdoor
walled garden, this is the perfect guide for you to create an enchanting
garden.
D.T.
Ekanayake B.Sc. (Hons) is the former director of the Royal Botanical
Gardens, Peradeniya, and M.S. Senaratne is an experienced horticulturist.
The book provides information on all aspects of indoor gardening
and planting. First of all, it offers advice on how to select the
best plants to suit our needs and also how to design a garden full
of life. Then it describes the most appropriate growth requirements
in detail, valuable information in maintaining a fruitful garden.
Also included is information on potting, rooting, watering and choosing
the standard potting mixture and how to rearrange your garden according
to light requirements.
No
mere ornamental volume, the book also gives us scientific knowledge
on the fertilization of plants and the application of fertilizers
for plants. It shows us various ways of maintaining humidity in
air-conditioned rooms, which is a problem faced by home gardeners.
Then this book takes our attention towards the growth and care as
well as the perfect arrangements for plants.
How
often do we hear of people bemoaning the lack of space in their
gardens? This book gives practical advice on how to handle the available
space making your garden 'both qualititative as well as quantitative'
which helps today's urban dwellers to bring greenery into their
homes.
Basic
methods of how to eliminate pests and diseases are also detailed.
Several colour photographs provide an easy to identify guide for
the reader. The book also gives us several tips on increasing our
stock of plants and includes a brief report on cacti and succulents,
their culture and propagation as well as descriptive notes about
the culture and the propagation of thirty-seven selected indoor
plants. Also the secret of planting miniature trees (Bonsai), a
growing interest among gardeners today.
'House
plants and indoor gardening' is indeed a handbook for both beginners
as well as experienced horticulturist.
- Sachi Fernando
An
exhaustive account of the Antonians
It is with great pride and a sense of achievement that St. Anthony's
College, Kandy celebrates its sesquicentennial (150 years) this
year. To mark the joyous occasion comes a publication featuring
highlights of the past and portraying the college as it stands today.
You
will find therein, amazing facts and figures that have contributed
towards making the school one of the most distinguished and prestigious
centres of learning in the country. Achievements made in academics,
sports and culture would undoubtedly make an Antonian proud of being
a product of the school.
It
is aptly called the Sesquicentennial Publication as it contains
all pertinent information of the past 150 years. The book could
serve as a detailed time line taking readers back to the institution's
inception and growth over the period. With an attractive layout
and pictures of founders, teachers and students, it provides interesting
glimpses of the school, skimming over its activities, former and
present.
The
messages from the Pope, President, Church and political leaders
and other personalities are followed by accounts of the institution
classified into 50-year periods in the first section of the book.
The second half of the book presents the school in the modern day,
outlining its activities and clubs.
St.
Anthony's College, Kandy, originated in the British colonial period
and was founded by the Franciscan Missionary Fr. Felice Zoppi in
1854 with only 12 students. Today the school has over 2600 students,
136 faculty members and a strong network of alumni, who are the
force behind this exhaustive publication.
The
book also makes detailed mention of students who have gone on to
serve their country with distinction in various fields and who have
brought honour to their alma mater. The fame and glory of the school,
the book indicates, can also be attributed to the hard work, dedication
and untiring efforts of successive principals.
Articles
written by students of year 7 to 13 in English, Sinhala and Tamil
and lists of medal and award winners and messages from past principals
would be of interest. Of OBA activities, their accomplishments and
of OBA branches within the country and abroad there is a fair coverage.
The
tributes paid to the college and messages from parents and past
students goes to show the extent to which the family of Antonians
has grown. Proceeds from the sale of the book will be used for the
completion of the Antonian Archives and Museum.
(E.W.)
Shyamalee's
offering in silence
By Carl Muller
It's not a book of poems. Just a small offering, and I am rather
nonplussed. According to the writer, the offering is dedicated to
victims of torture and organized violence. Yes, the poems on that
theme, be they located in Baghdad, Sri Lanka, Afghanistan, America,
Canada, Vietnam, perhaps Palestine, are presented with a dramatic
urgency and tell of these times of universal unrest - but how do
the rest fit in?
Perhaps
she wished to bring some relief to the stark and rippling lines
of violence and rebellion around us, but one simply does not switch
from a stone-throwing eight-year-old who, in doing so, registers
his own small rage against an occupying force; and then tell of
a woman who abandons her baby because of her shame and guilt. Or,
are we to imagine that this infant she thrusts away as a result
of the violence against her, the violation of her body? But no;
Shymalee paints her as having crossed the untrodden path, forgetting
the lines of the Dhammapada that warn of "creepers of passion".
A mother's tortured mind, maybe, but not the sort of violence and
torture Shyamalee makes her offering to.
Anyway,
a few small criticisms should not make Shyamalee's determined steps
falter. Textually, there are seven poems that simply do not belong
but her little offering is very good, most appealing and there is
an awareness in every note as silently played.
Sri Lanka in flames tells us of ethnic arrogance:
“The sons of the nation with wounds
of war displayed
Their pride has ravaged a nation both
Nature and man once made.”
Sadly,
many proofing errors have made her lines rather messy. We are told
in ‘to Afghanistan’ that wheat field are now mine field
(sic) and of blue rivers red in shade and of the silent prayers
of turban (sic) men with their silent prayers in congregation. Really,
Shyamalee, do listen to Muslims pray in a body and tell me how silent
it is.
In
‘The Spirit’ we have the American/Canadian Indian yearning
for the land he once freely roamed: where the wind was his brother,
the sky his father and the earth his mother. This is a beautiful
poem, an encapsulation of the paleface scourge that dug the spirit
out of the redskin. Yet, there is something selfsame about the Vietnamese
boat people who lost their land, their pride, identity and purpose.
‘A
Survivor’ tells of them neatly but I fear there is nothing
creative in what smacks like an NGO report. It ends the same way
too - Vietnamese refugees in strange lands, struggling to rebuild
their shattered lives. The eternal woman comes out very well in
‘Mehendi On My Hands’ - those twisty, curling decorations
that are the special adornment of a woman who waits at the door
of marriage. A time of anticipation, and yet,
“I alone sit in a corner
wondering if this is the beginning of a life
full of love and happiness.
Will
it be as beautiful as the mehendi
on my hands.”
In ‘Rented Boats’ we recognize the dare-all escapades
of the young, the disillusioned, dreaming of a better life in Italy.
So many have placed their trust in the hands of ramshackle men and
their ramshackle boats. Today, the Mediterranean holds their bodies.
So many others have been sardined in containers, suffocating slowly.
But, as Shyamalee says,
North and South is burning;
West seems to be the only sanctuary.
Shyamalee
is over-syrupy in ‘Golden Dreams’, a tad prophetic in
‘An American Solution’ (For the sake of humankind we
arrived and/we shall not depart) and quite candid in ‘Rebellious
80s’.
‘Fire
of Rama’ can apply to the brutal Sinhala village cleansing
by the LTTE or the raging bestiality of Hindu fanatic mobs in India.
Her allusion to Rama fits either way and only she will know. ‘Obsession’
is a tale of rapture and capture and a seduction that triumphs.
It is a pity that the girl must meet her lover on a silver day with
golden dreams in her eyes. There is too much of this gold and silver
nonsense in a lot of poetry and the adjectives are being worked
to death. Poetry has to be more creative and sensible in such approaches.
We are given a picture here of a girl with permanent smiles; Is
she advertising toothpaste? and I still can't figure it out. How
do I kiss a girl in the moonlight if she's wearing a permanent smile?
‘Blue
Waters’ carries a secret. How many lovers have lost themselves
in the ocean? They could sit safely beneath the palms but the onshore
wind tells them secrets of what lies in the depths. The call of
the sea, surely. One love may sail away, the other plunge off Swami
Rock in Trincomalee. But whether they cross the waters unafraid
or stay on shore afraid, the mystery of the ocean remains.
Migrants
in Toronto tell the writer of their dreams. ‘Big City Subway’
is a crowded car of dreams, hopes shooting up or down track, propelling
them to that looked-for fulfillment. Again, a poem that could have
been honed to carry the thought better.
Nevertheless,
Shyamalee has attempted and achieved. That is most creditable and
I am sure this "mild" essay will not deter her. Poetry
is a great art and all its men and women merely art-bound. I invite
her to carry on regardless. She has the will and courage to construct
but needs a "leeetle" more care and revision. Then Eureka!
Like Archimedes in his bath, she will find the cake of soap! |