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In Central Time, Ranjit Hoskote becomes the storyteller of a turbulent epoch. We meet Ovid and Ghalib, poets in exile or eclipse, in these poems, which are by turns elliptical, conversational and narrative. We meet painters who betray their art, and sculptors who are betrayed by theirs. Fascinated by the enigmas of time, memory and evanescence that art invokes, Hoskote addresses a range of artists including Bihzad, Magritte, Masaki Fujihata and Ranbir Kaleka. At the same time, he retains his affection for the natural world, celebrating the textures and intensities of sensuous experience: the roughness of stone, the dance of light, the flowering of touch and the taste of salt and cinnamon. A testament to a present shimmering like a mirage between contested pasts and vexed futures, this book pivots around moments of encounter: a defiant squirrel in Anuradhapura, an enigmatic collection of objects in a Berlin museum or a man discovering a mass grave near Kabul. Written between 2006 and 2014, the hundred poems that form Central Time resonate with the crises of war, genocide, terror, forced migration and the precariousness of belonging.

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Publié par	Penguin Books Ltd
Date de parution	21 mars 2014
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9789351186403
Langue	English

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RANJIT HOSKOTE

Central Time
Poems 2006-2014
Contents
Also by Ranjit Hoskote
Dedication
I Zoetrope
Platform Directions
To the Sanskrit Poets
Giant Malabar Squirrel
Occupying a Cold Country
Numbers
Gargoyle, Notre Dame
Painter Talking to Flowers
Border Post
The Grammarian s Farewell to Language
Electronic Nocturne
Length in Running Feet
The Invention of the Senses
Explorer
Canticle for a Bridge
Conspiracies
Travelling Light
Nazm
Still Life
Coda
Shaman
II The Pilot s Almanac
Rain
Cutting Device
The Collector of Meteor Dust
The Postman s Last Song for the Moon
The Burden of History
Free Fall
The Masonry of Detail
Passport
The Landscapist s Advice to His Apprentice
Monsoon Evening, Horniman Circle
Couple
To Name a Sea
Mirror
Journal
Knowing Your Way Around
Behind the Scenes
Freehold
The Book of Night
Evening Landscape
The Reading
III Gravity Leaps to the Eye
The Archaeologist at Noon
Martyr
Nocturne with Lost Candle
Desert
The Birth of Statues
Bearings
The Guide Recalls the Mountain
Rehearsal for Departure
Enemy Action
Night Runner
Harbour Thoughts
The Afterlife of the Magi
The Empire of Lights
Chimera
Fossil Curator
Lunch at Britannia
In the Margin of an Autumn Folio
Uses for an Executed Dissident
The Soloist Performs with an Orchestra of Events
In the Garden of Departures
IV The Existence Certificate
Checking the Toolkit
Portrait of an Unknown Master
The Strange Case of Mr Narrative s Reluctance
First Lessons in Distance
The Hotel Receptionist s Confession
Base Camp of the Lost Expedition
The Memoirs of Don Quixote
Late Lunch in a Besieged City
Hymn to the Stranger
The Secret Agent
The Navigator s Last Entry
Revised Passenger List
Documentary
The Enemy s Country
Fern
Reading a Script at Ziarat Dastgir Sahibun
The Myth of Eternal Return
Botany
Interior, South Avenue
The Magician s Field Notes
V The Institute of Silence
Fulcrum
Spoor
The Calligrapher s Bequest
Countdown
Bihzad Closes His Eyes
For Example
Authorized Version
The Poet in Exile
The Nomad s Song
Brancusi in Indore
Native Informant
Insomnia Station
Zwartewater
Revolution
Immersion Technique
Tidemark
Plumb Line
Incision
Crossing the Heart of a Continent
The First and Last Portrait
Acknowledgements
Follow Penguin
Copyright
Also by Ranjit Hoskote
Poetry Zones of Assault (1991)
The Cartographer s Apprentice (with drawings by Laxman Shreshtha, 2000) The Sleepwalker s Archive (2001) Vanishing Acts: New and Selected Poems 1985-2005 (2006)
Poetry (in translation) Die Ankunft der V gel (in German, 2006)
Poetry (as editor) Reasons for Belonging: Fourteen Contemporary Indian Poets (2002) Dom Moraes: Selected Poems (2012)
Translation A Terrorist of the Spirit (1992) I, Lalla: The Poems of Lal Ded (2011)
Art Criticism Pilgrim, Exile, Sorcerer: The Painterly Evolution of Jehangir Sabavala (1998) The Complicit Observer: Reflections on the Art of Sudhir Patwardhan (2004) Atul Dodiya: Antler Anthology (2004) The Crucible of Painting: The Art of Jehangir Sabavala (2005) Baiju Parthan: A User s Manual (2006) The Dancer on the Horse: The Art of Iranna GR (2007) Bharti Kher (2007) The Crafting of Reality: Sudhir Patwardhan, Drawings (2008) Praneet Soi: Still, Life (2009) Zinny & Maidagan: Compartment / Das Abteil (2010) The Dialogues Series (with Nancy Adajania, 2011) Mohan Samant: Paintings (with Marcella Sirhandi and Jeffrey Wechsler, 2013) Atul Dodiya (2014)
Cultural History Kampfabsage (with Ilija Trojanow, in German, 2007) Confluences: Forgotten Histories from East and West (with Ilija Trojanow, English version, 2012)
Artist Book Pale Ancestors (with Atul Dodiya, 2008)
For Nancy
The skilled restorer of porcelain will collect not only the visible chips of a broken pot but also the dust on the table where it rested
Richard Sennett

I
Zoetrope
Platform Directions
Hamburger Bahnhof, Berlin

Here s how you solve the riddles this train station poses when you come in from the sun, wristwatch stopped, looking for shade under cool timetables.

Start by walking around. Stare at a pyramid you cannot enter. Look through an igloo made of glass and numbers.

Or test the runway laid out for a plane that could never take off. It taxies around a circle of broken stones.

Now try the ramp that leads to a library of lead books, their pages stapled down and a strong lens provided

to blur the missing author s words. Someone s marked their favourite passages with dried poppy seeds.

You re pulling on your coat, hefting your rucksack. But where s the rush, my friend? Have a cappuccino while you wait.

You can take your time at this station. No train stops here, no train ever leaves.
To the Sanskrit Poets

Leave something behind: a trace of cloud on a plate, a pair of white birds

shot by a hunter, an emerald brooch that a shrub snatched from a princess in flight

or the archer s last prayer, spoken minutes before his brother s arrow found his throat.

Leave us these threads to unravel, embroider: secret messages inked in white

on white beneath the unsettled weeks of postcards and air letters

that jam the mailbox while we re away. Leave us the jigsaw of previous lives.
Giant Malabar Squirrel
Anuradhapura

Large and motionless as a jackfruit about to fall, he hung off the banyan for minutes, head pointing earthward, unmindful of gravity and the body s natural justice. Brush-tailed ambassador of the higher branches: his back unblessed by the triple stripe of Rama s grateful fingers, his stare a declaration of war.

He ignored the shelled nuts and coconut flesh that we held out, waited for us to back off, climb back on the bus that had brought us there. Through our tinted windows we saw him blur down the bark and spring, forepaws gripping the earth, nostrils dilated for hostile smells.

Behind his bristling tail the stupa rose chalk-white, ripe in the centre of our eyes, blinding at noon.
Occupying a Cold Country

No locks on the doors and the natives will have to be invented. We draw back the bolts of our frosted breath: settlers, arriving through the water of dissolving windowpanes, rushes beating against our faces.
Numbers
A day pruned of its branches, scorched by the nomad s fire, the sun a howl in the sky s throat. The graves are numbered, without verses or seasons to ground them. The caretaker has left a list behind. Before the war, this used to be
an aerodrome, says the engineer, kneeling. Sand peppers his sleeves as he matches numbers to names. Faces form at his fingertips. The list grows in the heat, the hills circle his head. He looks up, eyes creased against the sun. It begins to drizzle.
Gargoyle, Notre Dame
for Guy and Florence

Staggering up the steep, tight-wound steps, you swallow the sky in a wide breath, panting, tongue out like a dog s. Chin in palm, you hunch over the parapet, look down, and find him at your elbow, panting, chin in palm, tongue out like a dog s, hunched over the parapet, looking down at the spiralling distance you have come.

Your mimic, twin in labour. Except he s as old as the cathedral, and hewn in stone. The masons must have enjoyed crafting his pointed ears and umbrella wings. He looks, and you look with him, at the square where children are playing hopscotch around the bronze star set in the paving: the zero point where all roads start, all journeys end.

You salute, he holds his peace. You shoulder your rucksack and climb on to the belfry, hoping to catch the grace of a carillon this afternoon. He stays, his eyes fixed on the star and the streets that branch out from the island s heart. He will cross the bridge of the seasons alone, laughing, sobbing, constant at his post, too strong for the pilgrim chain-gangs that strain and push to get past him:

stone wings folded, last angel, he s stapled to the view.