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Strokes of Solace by Sanjeev Sethi (Classix)

Strokes of Solace by Sanjeev Sethi (Classix)

     Strokes of Solace is a remarkable collection of eighty-five concise and dense poems that involve the reader in a language space that challenges certainties and suggests simultaneous multi-layered thinking. The voice is strong and poetry is the protagonist, a medium Sethi employs to explore the essence of humanity as well as his own life experiences. The aphoristic style that he sometimes uses is poetic and challenging and reveals a skilful and innovative use of the form, a style that is personal and unique:

Happiness has hierarchies 

death is democratic.

Don’t love too much 

love correctly.

Surfeit never satisfies, 

it enlarges the exactness.       (‘Distich’)

Sethi conveys what he witnesses through complex metaphors and sometimes unusual language. Words such as zetetic, inveigle, epistaxis, omniety and many others used throughout the collection might surprise the reader and prompt a Google search; they may also intentionally confuse the reader, suggesting a different understanding and a flexible approach. The significance of words shifts, dissipates and digresses; the poems create a dissemination of meaning that recalls Derrida’s ideas in which meaning is not at the centre and every reading of a text allows alternative implications:

As inanition takes over

I withdraw into words. 

They inveigle me 

with their richness 

and resolve.          (‘Ana’)

Vocabulary as you and I 

understand it, dissipates.        (‘Subtext’)

    The context is therefore open and the significance is polysemic, changeable and in transformation. According to Derrida, dissemination ‘has the power […] to condense, while unwinding their web’. There is a free play of meanings in which the central authoritative source is lost and new alternative meanings are potentially acquired. This is what happens in Sethi’s poetry in a subtle, deft way; the search for meaning is relentless and yet unsettling.

    In this context, the poet takes some ‘solace’, or respite, from the emotional hardships of life in his language practices. The authenticity of communication is hard to attain; words conceal and explain at the same time in an ambiguous mode that might heal wounds or leave them open:

You let wounds stir-fry in your inner wok.

(‘In the Neighbourhood’)

[…] Words let 

up when wounds weep, hanging like

tousled passages of a soiled text.          (‘The Nut Graph’)

      Sethi’s attitude seems to be neutral rather than judgemental; he shows facts, expressing pieces of wisdom without making final statements. His words are always open to further explorations and wider views. His poems are widely published in renowned magazines and posted daily on Instagram and Twitter. Furthermore, his seven collections testify to his popularity, scholarly expertise and skilfulness in the use of semantic and syntactic structures. This collection has a particular focus on language, a language that does not allow labelling or ideologies to take root. His lines require that attention is given to every word, sound and even syllable to extract the sense and the pleasure of his verses. 

      Isolation and a sense of solitude create a privileged viewpoint from which Sethi observes and meditates upon the human condition and his own existence. Therefore, universality springs from the personal that questions the self without giving clear answers. Love does not seem to be an option; on the contrary, it is delusional and probably an utter illusion:

A shorthand 

of brisk emotions 

is this love?           (‘Snips’)

A bleak, hopeless perspective seems to doom our existence, ‘a bubble spread / nothingness’, in which ‘promise is like / an earworm’. Humankind therefore faces a constant challenge with language, a negotiation with words that deconstruct meanings and context. At the end of the collection, the poem ‘Nocturne’ summarises and expresses all these concepts in full:

Within an indicium 

of imperfections

we have to seek our peace.

If the search 

is only for fault lines

our chase

will never cease.

     We are in an endless search for meaning, essence and existence in which our essence is in our existence, as Jean-Paul Sartre remarks, saying that ‘existence precedes essence’. This existence is uncertain and sometimes dreamlike but is always focused on what it means to be human and how language makes our existence possible.

Carla Scarano D’Antonio 25th February 2023

Wrappings in Bespoke by Sanjeev Sethi (Hedgehog Press Poetry)

The poems in Sanjeev Sethi’s new collection explore feelings and troubling emotions and question relationships via complex reasoning and apparently cryptic language. Words, their enchanting sounds and ambiguous meanings, are the means to investigate who we are and our position in this world and can be used to make sense of what is around us. Sethi proposes a rethinking of being human and of our existence in this world using intentionally uncommon words and syntax. New possibilities are therefore envisaged that suggest different visions. Existential implications haunt the lines, proposing a wisdom of sorts: although it is provisional, it is always thought-provoking.

     Sartre’s concept of nothingness seems to be a reference point. In relationships we are tested and may fall into nothingness in an experience in which ‘existence precedes essence’, as Sartre claims. It is a process of growth and openness to the Other that jeopardises our self, but despite that it is still necessary. The essence of the self seems to be the goal of Sethi’s poetry, which is scrutinised in depth through language and all its complexities and surprising paradoxical aspects:

Rigmarole

After the drill of social punctilios, when curtains are drawn, the blah

blah of bovarism lies peeled in those willing to eavesdrop on themselves.

The therapy of truth unveils its secrets: we know our lies better than all

the light there is. After a mortise level on laminate of life, it is meaningless

to tend to every kernel of truth. Attempts to amp this will only end in ache.

The key is to find your centre. If there were a panopticon edge to one’s script,

there wouldn’t be need for prophets. To be famed for clerihews is so meta.

Synesthesia bedrocks all impulse. What is the colour of your grief?

Pain isn’t proprietary, join the party.

     Compared to Sethi’s previous poetry, the poems in his latest collection are more concise and epigrammatic; they are more intellectual in some way, and the language is at the edge of experimentalism. Sethi lives in Mumbai; he is the author of seven books of poetry and has been widely published in reviews and magazines such as London MagazineThe Fortnightly ReviewStand MagazineDreich and many others. Sethi has been involved with the poetic process for fifty years and has been publishing seriously for the last 40 years. He is a voracious reader and posts his poems daily on his Instagram and Twitter accounts, though he joined social media less than a year ago. Sethi is therefore constantly immersed in poetry which is part of his essence and fuses with his everyday life.

     In this collection, the themes of love, solitude, loss, grief and old age are barely sketched in an existential journey in which only poetry seems to hold things together. Certainties and relationships have disintegrated, and everything is questioned in witty lines that cannot be made into illusions. The protagonist is alert and has a seemingly detached attitude that nevertheless conveys a wish to contribute in line with a compulsory instinct to share and connect to a wider world, which is what happens on social media. The reader needs to find the key to understanding this fascinating labyrinthine reasoning and to finally get immersed in the riveting rhythm of Sethi’s lines:

Leave-taking

You and I are no scholars of horology,

but time wraps in bespoke. Detritus

blocks our way, deterring us from

zooming into a xyst. We don’t need

the descant of a dragoman. We know

it’s clock out on a timepiece that refuses

to ticktock. When fresh, we lacked the grace

to smell the flowers. Rearranging an old

bouquet is no way to rev it up.

     Reading Sethi is a challenging experience that entertains us but at the same time tests our beliefs and our capacities. The questions are open and the answers are not definite; they are an attempt to fill the emptiness, to make sense of the absurdities of life, to stay alive. The emphasis is on the process, not on the goal. It is a search for the right word, or the ‘absolute word’, as the Italian poet Giuseppe Ungaretti called it, the poetical word that might reveal a truth and give sense to our experience, reveal emotions and states of mind, and create realities. It is a journeying of the self and a meditation on life and being, on how to be and on what is important in life. There is no transcendental or spiritual allusion in this vision; everything seems to happen here and now in this flawed world that is dense with misunderstandings, conflicts, delusions and injustices. Sethi’s poems are an invitation to explore this perilous path leading towards an improbable conclusion that shifts every time we try to grasp it. This is a fascinating and stimulating collection of sharp poems that encompasses today’s anxieties and yearnings.

Carla Scarano D’Antonio 16th October 2022