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Friday, 19. January 2007

Brit Puttar Da Poetry



But it is poetry is the question that I have in my head now in my head. I saw this article in the Guardian covering the ascension of Daljit Nagra's poems to the Faber's publishing lists, and it made me search for the stuff Mr. Nagra says he performs in public with an Indian accent (since he himself admits that he lapses into minstrel-sy, I won't use that terminology) to applause. Here is an excerpt from "Singh Song", a poem in a language strongly reminiscent of the late 90s MTV India rapper Apache Indian:

"i run just one ov my daddy’s shops from 9 o’clock to 9 o’clock and he vunt me not to hav a break but ven nobody in, i do di lock —

cos up di stairs is my newly bride vee share in chapatti vee share in di chutney after vee hav made luv like vee rowing through Putney —"

So is this poetry?




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