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| -Blurbs: The Black Hole, INKBLOT, Ca, USA |
Pradip Choudhuri (born 5 Feb 1943), the 1st Indian poet who emerged to unprecedented importance in the history of Indian literature for being expelled from a shameless university for his outrageous scribbling which express the awe and terror of the mystery of death.
Pradip's poems express the restlessness, the uncertainty of values of our time & represent our attitude of revolt against everything, against God, against society, against worn-out intellectual and moral values - a revolt against ART itself. Because, before the creation of anything new all previous standards are to be destroyed & swept away…all dogmas & beliefs. Here is an attempt to create a new life & new law; to bring back the absolute truth that only a sperm or an ovum can only bear.
This collection is the 1st published in the West by the brilliant Bengali poet. The poems span 3 decades. Choudhuri's previous books include SKIN DISEASE and MY RAPID ACTIVITIES. An absolute must.
-Blurb printed on the last cover of the poemsbook The Black Hole
; INKBLOT, California by artist & poet friend Theo Green
PRADIP CHOUDHURI'S POETRY PROVES THAT POETRY IS STILL THE DESIRING-MACHINE OF ALL OUR DREAMS, THE HUNGRY BEAST THAT STILL DEVOURS US ALL."
-Lawrence Ferlinghetti
"Pradip Choudhuri is an atomized silence in the heart of Calcutta, Bengali blues. We have been in touch since 1966: Letters, postcards, signals & the review he created: Pphoo! Braving censorship, harassment & financial difficulties. 23 years dissolved in a mosaic of events, clashes, mutations.
What do I know of Pradip? He is a poet, a publisher, an activist isolated among those ‘feux de Bengale' drifting in Chinese soup. Pradip always tries to push libertarian creation further. Pradip will cause that emptiness, that nothingness that less than nothingness that still permits us to laugh & smile & surge forth. Never complain never explain. There is no use explaining what a poet says. He just says it in every language."
-Claude Pélieu
"… Depuis, ce terrible vent d'Est soufflé sur la route. Ecoutez son chant acide, nerveux, énergique, insensé, halluciné. C'est le blues déjanté de Calcutta. Un sacré feu de Bengale."
-Bruno Sourdin in "Poésie Clandestine"
… Sans crainte, M. Choudhuri reîterait le discourse universel sur l'homme, affirmant voir l'anticonformisme de la poésie une arme bien plus puissante que toutes les ideologies politiques…La rencontre rare d'un home, d'une pensée et d'une sonorité aussi.
"SUD-OUEST"
le 24 juin 1996
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