‘These days I enjoy getting irritated from time to time’: The unexpected prose poems of Joy Goswami
An excerpt from After ‘Death Comes Water: Selected Prose Poems’, Joy Goswami, translated from the Bengali by Sampurna Chattarji,
Eating leaves and grass
It takes one year eleven months to get one line of poetry
A baby entered the womb, was born, waved its arms and legs about, learnt to walk,
Babble baby talk – and I?
Couldn’t pluck up the courage, even today, to call a dictionary a dictionary
To call Sachin Deb Sachin Deb
Merely – yes, I’ll deliver, I’m on it,