Gopi Krishnan Kottoor

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Gopi Krishnan Kottoor Poems

We used to sit
Around the red teak table
With the Book Of Knowledge
Open with its picture
Of Africa.
...

The coffin maker is a happy man now
More and more orders keep coming in.
...

Why dear, I ask her.
In my mind, somebody fallen in love
Has been jilted.
...

The soil I now pick

contains fragments of the dead.

They once saddened and happied themselves here
...

Have these waters of the Ganges
been flowing down the memory
for small change?
...

Gopi Krishnan Kottoor Biography

Gopikrishnan Kottoor is an award winning Indian English poet, novelist and playwright. Early Life and Education Kottoor won the Philip McCormick scholarship of the Texas State University, Southwest Texas, USA and attended the Master of Fine Arts (Poetry) program of the University with a Teaching Assistantship in the Department of English of the University during the year 2000. In 2005, Kottoor was Poet-in-Residence in the University of Augsburg, Germany, on a sponsorship by the Indian Council Of Cultural Relations,(ICCR) in association with Tagore Centre, Berlin, Germany. Kottoor was invited to read from his translation of the 15c Bhakti poet Poonthanam's Gyanappana (The Fountain Of God) at the University of Vienna, Austria, in the same year. Career To quote eminent poet-critic Ayyappa Paniker about Kottoor, ‘a poet who has discovered his own voice distinct from that of his ancestors or his compeers’. His poetry, known for its ‘rich visual imagery embalmed with feeling’ has won him accolades both in his home country and abroad. Kottoor is perhaps best known for his work, Father, Wake Us In Passing, a poem sequence on his father in coma, and dying. The German translation of this poem by the German poet Wolfgang Heyder (b.1956) appeared as a Laufschrift Book edition, Fürth, Germany,(Vater, wecke' uns im Vorübergehen') in 2004. Gopi Kottoor won both the All-India Special Poetry Prize of the British Council-Poetry Society, India All India Poetry Competitions (AIPC) in 1997 for his poem These are the things we could talk about as also the Second Prize for his poem Digging in the General Category of the Competition in 1997. Between 1995 and 1998, he won three more major poetry prizes presented by the British Council -Poetry Society India sponsored All India Poetry Competitions (AIPC). Writing to him soon after he won his poetry prizes, the leading poet Jayanta Mahapatra,and editor of Chandrabhaga, who was also a part of the jury wrote to him saying: "You write exceptionally well.... My admiration grows for you for your poems". Kottoor's poetry has appeared in a wide range of journals, including: The Illustrated Weekly of India, Indian Literature (Sahitya Akademi), Thought, Literary Half-Yearly, Kavya Bharati, Ariel (University of Calgary, Canada), Lipi and Chandrabhaga (Ed: Jayanta Mahapatra), Toronto Review, Plaza, Persona (Texas State University Journal). His poems have featured in the Special Editions on Contemporary Indian Poetry in English brought out by the poetry journals: Verse, (Seattle) USA and Fulcrum, (USA). Kottoor's plays include The Mask of Death, a radio-play on the dying days of the Romantic poet John Keats in Rome, and 'Fire In The Soul', a play on the life and times of the Nationalist rebel poet of India, Subramania Bharati,which won the Bharati award in 1995. He recently brought out his latest book of poems Victoria Terminus, Poems selected and new (Authors Press New Delhi, 2010). Works in progress include Angel's In My Garden, A fictitious novel on the life and prison times of an incarcerated fashion designer. His recent poems can be read at Nthposition online, UK. Kottoor edits a poetry quarterly 'Poetry Chain' and presently lives in Mumbai, India, where he works with the Reserve Bank Of India. He also edits the popular website for Poetry, PetrychainOnline (India).)

The Best Poem Of Gopi Krishnan Kottoor

Africa

We used to sit
Around the red teak table
With the Book Of Knowledge
Open with its picture
Of Africa.

That's where we were soon going.
To the country that stood out like the cat muscle
On Cassius Clay's shoulders

We would get there,
As soon as father's office papers
Came back from New Delhi.

For days, months, years,
Africa was our mulberry bush.

Africa. In all weather, the book would lie open
Upon the teakwood table.
We would sit and dream of the crown of Pyramids
Or of our feet dipped in Uranium.

The pygmies came out of the Denkali forest
At night
With their poison-tipped arrows
But there was always Phantom,
With his skull ring
And we woke up without sweat.

Every morning we returned before breakfast to Africa
Turning brown among silver fish in the sunlight from the window.

Decades later near a soccer field in America,
I saw Boko on film. I saw a black youth's red blood

On the dark long white patrolled streets of Africa.

Now I know,
Africa is no open book.

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Kush jain 23 September 2018

Very nice sir Sir I like you

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