You may have already seen a two-minute snippet of a video based on my album, Occasional Ghazal.
August 21, 2018, 8 pm, Art Bar, longest running poetry series at the Free Times Café
320 College Street (at Spadina), $5 at the door. Join three of the original Art Bar poets:
Allen Sutterfield, Pascal Dennis, Suparna Ghosh
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HEARTWOOD
Poems for the Love of Trees
Thursday, September 20, 2018, 6 – 9 pm, at High Park Nature Centre.
Join local poets, including me, and poets across Canada in celebrating the launch of a League of Canadian Poets anthology.
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Gallery Hittite, 107 Scollard St. in Yorkville, 416.924.4450
August Group Show, August 3rd to August 18th, 2018, open Wed to Sat, 12 to 6 pm
My pen and ink drawings with daughter Shayona’s painting of Cats
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Arts and Letters Club Summer Show ending August 31, 2018
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Valentine show in January and February, 2018 – oh, already happened. But a recent memory.
Tree Vigil With Eyes Wide Open
Some comments on Video, Occasional Ghazal – Couplet:
John Robert Colombo, author, anthologist, Order of Canada
The video comes as a complete surprise.
I find it faultless. I also find it deeply moving and full of juxtapositions that seem unpredictable and yet inevitable. The words take on extra meanings.
And you look beautiful…
George Vanderburgh, publisher of my book, Occasionally:
JRC sent me the link to this couplet. I have already watched it, and it is haunting.
Robyn Knapp:
Ruth sent this video on to me. You really are a remarkable woman of many talents. I enjoyed listening to your recitation of the couplet and then seeing your movements creating the atmosphere that underlay the singing. To me it was very moving.
Marie Adams:
Thank you for sending the lovely video to me. It is very moving. Your recitation, the singing and beautiful scenes were so well choreographed. You are a beautiful and talented woman!
Ruth Colombo, poet:
An exquisitely beautiful video – so many layers of sensibility and so many appeals to the emotions.
Barbara Wright, author, editor:
It is very beautiful, in many ways and I have shared it with my friends on Facebook.
Rosemary Aubert, author, painter:
Wow. This is remarkable. Thanks for sharing. By the way, you really look beautiful!
Anne Tait, producer, author:
It’s lovely, Suparna, illustrating so well your memorable couplet – “even the breeze is an intrusion when you and I meet”. Well done!
DC Chambial, editor Poetcrit, poet:
Superb.
Ratna Ray, Singer, Song writer
Oh – wow, uniquely Suparna! One and only Suparna! Great video.
Anne Forsythe, songwriter, poet
This piece has swept me away on a magical carpet.
… Your opening line is one of the best lines of poetry I have ever read and now, have heard- “Even the breeze….” A classic.
Yet, the mood of the ghazal has been captured by this video -sultry, evocative, sensual-embellishing your words with image.
I have to mention the sailboat, of course, a strong image in my own memory bank. This is an entire narrative in one quick clip. Unforgettable art will take the viewer/ listener to their personal story and thus grows a narrative; thus empathy for the creator is enhanced. Something ‘more’ is understood. A threshold has been crossed…
Joseph Berkovits, lawyer extraordinaire:
That was truly magical. Thank you so much for posting this beautiful work
Michelle McCarthy
My most beloved ghazals are laments for what is gone, for what is longed for, and are also an acceptance of reality. They transcend pain and embrace beauty. Suparna’s presence in her narrated couplet draws you in to the experience of loss and transcendence; and anchors the juxtaposition between East and West, traditional and modern.
Evocative visuals of the force of nature and of her own environment; glimpses of sorrow and stoicism in her choreography. Her paintings seem to have been made for this integration. The musical accompaniment is sublime. The vocals sound like a heart on a desert wind.
I once asked Suparna why she didn’t feel the need to return to India. She replied that India resided within her, and she resided in Toronto. She integrates that truth with this beautifully executed multi-media invitation into her soul.
Meena Gupte, singer
Suparna it is really beautiful. Out of this world. Zindagi ban gayi.
Pratima Mehta, dancer, social activist
You have quite a few admirers! Count me among them. Really loved the video and the contents
This video is based on a couplet from the album Occasional Ghazal, written by Suparna Ghosh in English in traditional Indo-Persian style, and translated by her into Hindi/Urdu. The music is composed and sung by Azalea Ray. Paintings are by Suparna Ghosh.
Occasional Ghazals…
Long after reading them, some poems linger. Like the scent of a lover. What has always stayed with me, at the forefront or in my periphery, is a ghazal. Integral to my senses. Occasionally, I sing a ghazal in Urdu, to myself, to a friend, to a mate or a memory, and an ache rises within me. Sing it for a love, to a god or a spirit. It is a perfect poem.
A ghazal is separate from other forms of beautiful poetry just as an abstract painting is distinct from a realistic one.
An amalgam of couplets, each separate and complete, yet linked together and entirely harmonious. In all its mystical, mournful, romantic and maudlin glory, it rises like a structure, yet remains fluid in rhythm, like a slow moving river. Internal rhymes woven in exactly the same pattern, each taking its cue from the first couplet, yet, uncontrived, unimpeded, natural.
Embracing the tenets which bind it, yet never a slave to what defines it.
The video will illustrate my intense affinity with this poetic form.
A song dares
There are no words
no strings no bows no tune
but there is a song
that undulates
in my blood
and rides waves
of amber and ember
in and out
of ice and icicles
and wandering relics
in the alluvial reefs
magical
a poem swims
These are the lines I recited from Occasionally, a collection of verses, during a wonderful interview with Nancy Bullis at CIUT FM radio. It is what I still love, scattering words and splashing colours, giving form to thoughts or thoughts to forms, chiselling or smudging. It’s what I do, what I have done and will do.
My visits have been staggered. Yes, occasional. Because life happened. And the need and desire to create footprints took over.
You said I disappeared
without a trace
I have been there
in sudden corners
abrading petroglyphs
on sandstone
Here is how and why:
Raven Rose Tree
