Koyamparambath Satchidanandan

(28 May 1946 - / Pulloot, Thrissur district, Kerala, India)

Koyamparambath Satchidanandan Poems

1. Disquiet: Autobiography: Canto One 9/7/2012
2. Granny 9/7/2012
3. On Wet Grass 9/7/2012
4. Days Of The Week 5/28/2014
5. Invisible 5/28/2014
6. CACTUS 2/22/2018
7. STAMMER 2/22/2018
8. THE MAD 2/22/2018
9. WHO SAID? 2/22/2018
10. GRANNY 2/22/2018
11. A MAN WITH A DOOR 2/22/2018
12. MY BODY, A CITY 2/22/2018
13. IMPERFECT 2/22/2018
14. HOW TO GO TO THE TAO TEMPLE 2/22/2018
15. SAKUNTALAM 2/22/2018
16. SELF 2/22/2018
17. Poetry Will Come 5/28/2014
18. The Unwritten Poem 5/28/2014
19. Old Women 5/28/2014
20. Cool, Hot 9/7/2012
21. Who Said 9/7/2012
22. Those Who Go 9/7/2012
23. Daughter 9/7/2012
24. Misplaced Objects 5/28/2014
25. GANDHI AND POETRY 2/22/2018
26. Cactus 9/7/2012
27. The Mad 9/7/2012
28. How To Go To The Tao Temple 9/7/2012
29. The Last Goal 9/7/2012
30. Gandhi And Poetry 9/7/2012
31. Stammer 9/7/2012

Comments about Koyamparambath Satchidanandan

  • Unnikrishnan E S (11/25/2018 8:25:00 AM)

    Part 1
    Mr Satchidanandan is undoubtedly the most respected contemporary Malayalam poet. He is undoubtedly holding a leftist position, which of course, is not a crime. Always held his head high, and kept himself away from politics. But he has always been responding to contemporary issues, never shied away from it. Has been the Secretary to Kerdria Sahitya Akademi, India.

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  • Unnikrishnan E S (11/25/2018 8:24:00 AM)

    Part 2
    He was nominated for Nobel prize for Literature in 2011.

    Won many prestigious awards. Translated Many writers like Bertolucci Brecht, Pablo Neruda into Malayalam

    He had started his career as Professor in English Literature with Christ College, Irinjalakuda, Thrissur, India.

  • Bijay Kant Dubey Bijay Kant Dubey (10/25/2018 3:26:00 AM)

    On reading his Old Women

    Old Women is not An Acre of Grass by W.B.Yeats, but At Grass by Philip Larkin where he thinks about the abandoned racing horses. Similar is the case with abandoned of the washerman.

  • Bijay Kant Dubey Bijay Kant Dubey (10/25/2018 3:26:00 AM)

    On reading his Old Women poem

    His angst the angst of the age, his bewilderment the bewilderment of the age and there is no remedy for it, for it; for in the age of anxiety and malaise born, bearing the brunt of loss. What to say about life where is bleak hope for survival; where is despair, dismay and despondence writ large? And it is but the fate of mankind, mankind!

  • Bijay Kant Dubey Bijay Kant Dubey (10/25/2018 12:30:00 AM)

    Satchidanandan's poetry is one of a socialist tenor refreshing the memory of the Soviet blocs, China and Kerala to Marx, Lenin, Stalin, Mao to Castro and so on. An undertone of the communist movement and ideals, people's govt. and politics can be found in his poetry. His is a socialistic vision, communistic bent of mind apart from his frail Gandhian leanings.

  • Bijay Kant Dubey (10/24/2018 9:57:00 AM)

    K.Satchidanandan, is he a Gandhian or a socialist? A realist or a myth-maker? Witty, humorous, satiric and ironical? Or, an anti-thesis giver? Who is he? How the crux of his poesy?

  • Unnikrishnan E S (4/28/2018 11:55:00 AM)

    Satchidanandan Sir has been awarded Ezhuthachhan Puraskaram and E K Divakaran Po'tty Memorial Award for Translation very recently.

Best Poem of Koyamparambath Satchidanandan

Stammer

Stammer is no handicap.
It is a mode of speech.

Stammer is the silence that falls
between the word and its meaning,
just as lameness is the
silence that falls between
the word and the deed.

Did stammer precede language
or succeed it?
Is it only a dialect or
a language itself?
These questions make
the linguists stammer.

Each time we stammer
we are offering a sacrifice
to the God of meanings.

When a whole people stammer
stammer becomes their mother-tongue:
just as it is with us now.

God too must have stammered
when...

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The Mad

The mad have no caste
nor religion.They transcend
gender, live outside
ideologies. We do not deserve
their innocence.

Their language is not of dreams
but of another reality.Their love
is moonlight.It overflows

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