Amit Chaudhuri

(1962 - / Calcutta / India)

The Writers - Poem by Amit Chaudhuri

'On constantly mishearing ‘rioting’ as ‘writing’ on the BBC'


There has been writing for ten days now
unabated. People are anxious, fed up.
There is writing in Paris, in disaffected suburbs,
but also in small towns, and old ones like Lyon.
The writers have been burning cars; they’ve thrown
homemade Molotov cocktails at policemen.
Contrary to initial reports, the writers
belong to several communities: Algerian
and Caribbean, certainly, but also Romanian,
Polish, and even French. Some are incredibly
young: the youngest is thirteen.
They stand edgily on street-corners, hardly
looking at each other. Long-standing neglect
and an absence of both authority and employment
have led to what are now ten nights of writing.

[First published in The Observer]


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 16, 2012



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