Delhi’s Bandaged Heart – Ishan Marvel, Opposite Regal Cinema City Poetry by The Delhi Walla - April 17, 2015June 3, 20156 Poetry in the city. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] The Delhi Walla arranged to meet poet Ishan Marvel in the park opposite Regal Cinema in Connaught Place. In his 20s, Mr Marvel is presently in a state of limbo. “My MA degree is stuck because of an optional Hindi paper,” he says. “I flunked it because of Internal Assessment issues, and so I need to pass it this time in May.” Looking around the gathering darkness, Mr Marvel says, “You can be with yourself in this park, and yet observe all around. If you sit at the edges, you get a panoramic view of the crazy traffic at the Regal intersection. To be alone and silent in the midst of such bustle, to have a space which can allow you to do that, I think, is sort of special. To be able to stay sane and happy in the urban madness—it’s one of the key themes of my poetry, and my life.” An admirer of Allen Ginsberg, Mr Marvel shares a poem with us. My city is… line of people squatting by the tracks for morning shit line of supercars stuck in summer traffic on five-metre road beggar-child-dog amid garbage in winter sun fat schoolboy biting into air-conditioned burger school girl pulling up grey skirt at a bus-stop sculpted woman in a sneeze-cloud of perfume drunk men puking in the VIP room mad woman picking bird-feed for breakfast one-leg man hopping across red light for arms cross-dresser whore teasing men of the night inch of rush-hour space that escapes ancient motorcycle snaking through truck menace tar, metro, rickshaw, ruin, kebab, filth, beer bottle, cough, river, park, plastic and giant flag me, soaking it all in, falling to pieces day after day you, walking at the mall, with flowers in your hair a poem that never ends a story that never meets my city is my city is my city . . . *** Urban settings for my verse 1. 1a. 2. 3. FacebookX Related Related posts: Delhi’s Bandaged Heart – Ishan Marvel & Aleksandr Pushkin, Mandi House Delhi’s Bandaged Heart – Taslima Nasreen, Behind Regal Cinema Mission Delhi – Jaswant Rai Goyal, Regal Cinema Building, Connaught Place Mission Delhi – Ghisa Ram, Regal Cinema Building City Landmark – The Extinct Regal Cinema, Connaught Place
I like the way this poem ends, “you, walking at the mall, with flowers in your hair, a poem that never ends, a story that never meets, my city is my city is my city . . .The previous unedited version of this page that I read this morning was also very good. “Poetry and poetic are two different things, life should be poetic, poetry not so much.” I would like to add that a good poem is one that takes birth from a poet’s life while a bad one is one that is written just for the sake of writing one…
These pics are nice. They show the brighter side of the city and suggest that you can easily hang around in the shadows in CP without attracting attention from the beggars, hijras, and drug addicts.
“To be able to stay sane and happy in the urban madness—it’s one of the key themes of my poetry, and my life.” Amen to that.
Loved the poem Ishaan. Gritty, stripping the streets of Delhi for all to see. If only they paid more attention. Allan Ginsberg indeed.