Jejuri

Kolatkar (1932–2004) became a leading literary light in India, writing in Marathi and in English about the contradictions of the developing subcontinent. Composed in English, this fastidious, ironic lyric cycle helped make Kolatkar a national, if not international, star when published in India in 1974. Its impressionistic and anecdotal poems describe a visit to the town of the book's title, a Hindu pilgrimage site in Maharashtra state where ancient stones and holy men coexist with modern consumer culture and media, with their "slashed editorials/ and promises of eternal youth." Some poems retell (or undermine) local legends; others simply describe, using everything from jumbled typography to songlike stanzas to depict the site's disjunctions. There are no notes to explain place-specific references. And Kolatkar's techniques, like those of many British poets, may strike American readers as understated—simultaneously casual and terse: "I killed my mother/ for her skin./ I must say/ it didn't take much/ to make this pouch/ I keep turmeric in." Kolatkar's technical assurance and variety, and his decidedly vivid townscapes, however, ought to compel new readers on their own. (Nov.)