Pat Clifford
We are all familiar with George Oppen. However, some may only know Bose for his poems “arranged” and included in The Materials. Few in the states realize how prominent and prolific he was, not only as a poet, but as an essayist, playwright and critic. He was the founding editor of the first Bengali-language poetry journal called Kavita, or Poetry. He was even regarded as the literary successor to Rabindranath Tagore, the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize for literature.
We are all familiar with George Oppen. However, some may only know Bose for his poems “arranged” and included in The Materials. Few in the states realize how prominent and prolific he was, not only as a poet, but as an essayist, playwright and critic. He was the founding editor of the first Bengali-language poetry journal called Kavita, or Poetry. He was even regarded as the literary successor to Rabindranath Tagore, the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize for literature.
He was a founding member of what is called the post-Tagore modernist (or adhunik) generation—a Bengali modernism which reflected a shift away from Tagore’s Idealism toward more urban and secular themes. They were cosmopolitan and heavily influenced by Western literature, Bose particularly with Pasternak, and later Baudelaire and Holderlin. He also admired Pound, publishing his Confucius: The Unwobbling Pivot and The Great Digest through his Kavitabhavan press in 1949.
Politics was an inescapable reality for their generation. Bose was a member of several left-leaning groups, including the Communist-led Progressive Writer’s Union, in the 30’s and 40’s, but later felt that “what had been conceptually liberal turned into various hardened ideologies.” (Dyson, xxxiii). Frustrated by a lapse into what he felt was “political cacophony.” (AGG, 25) he had a growing sense of disillusionment, then frustration, with Bengali political poetry starting in the late 1940’s. He then made a break with the Indian Left that garnered him the label of “reactionary”, even “CIA Agent”, from some. The animosity only intensified as the Communist Party rose to power in West Bengal.[1] On the one hand still seen as hard-working and sincere, he also had the reputation for being uncompromising and too stubbornly stuck in his ways.
Compare this with Oppen’s active participation in the Communist Party, not splitting fully with it until late into the 1950’s. The FBI investigated the Oppens as potential Russian “agents”. But he did increasingly become disillusioned with the Party and emerged from the McCarthy Era as a perhaps more skeptical hero to the Left. Oppen, too, could be described as stuck in his ways, especially in replicating traditional gender roles.
Both Bose and Oppen distrusted what could be called the “poetry of the moment”. However, while Bose longed for a verse that was “conceived in the soul” (AGG 68), Oppen would seek a verse “confident in itself and in its materials” (SPDP, 32 – “The Mind’s Own Place”). Both valued a seriousness and intentionality that would defend poetry against a “furious and bitter Bohemia”. (SPDP, 30)
Unlike Oppen, culture and language played a pivotal if not complex role for Bose. And it was a mixture of desire and trepidation that led Bose to want to translate his works into English. Although he was fluently bi-lingual and heavily influenced by Western literature, he still felt that self-translation into English was an absurd task. He wrote at one point that he did not, “believe that foreigners can use the language of poetry, and the best we can do will remain pale approximations.” (L 3/3/62) It was to George Oppen that he looked to for help.
Bose and Oppen first met in New York in 1961 (coincidentally during a tour celebrating Tagore’s centenary year). During the visit, Bose met Ginsberg and others in New York at the time (Bose, in an essay, was impressed with Ginsberg: one “could realize that he was on a true mission, at the very least droplets of purity had touched upon him…” BG), but the connection with Oppen was the only one productive in a literary sense. In the beginning, though, there was awkwardness. Three letters written to June, in early 1961 (and the only reference to Bose included in his Selected Letters) (SL 45) describe his initial attempts at making several of Bose’s poems more palatable to American publishers. Right away, issues of race appear in conversations with James Laughlin (who had visited Bose in Kolkata several years before…): referring to Bose: “Jay (Laughlin) said he’s old, ugly and very dark. Looked at me thoughtfully and added, and Bengali”. Oppen’s response was dry: “Like Luther (?), I’m not Bengali. That will be a barrier between us.” (SL 45, italics added) Regardless of whether this is racial prejudice on Laughlin’s part, or just a joke gone awry, it’s unfortunate that this is one of the only easily available references to their process and does not seem to reflect the tone of their own interactions.
Both Bose and Oppen distrusted what could be called the “poetry of the moment”. However, while Bose longed for a verse that was “conceived in the soul” (AGG 68), Oppen would seek a verse “confident in itself and in its materials” (SPDP, 32 – “The Mind’s Own Place”). Both valued a seriousness and intentionality that would defend poetry against a “furious and bitter Bohemia”. (SPDP, 30)
Unlike Oppen, culture and language played a pivotal if not complex role for Bose. And it was a mixture of desire and trepidation that led Bose to want to translate his works into English. Although he was fluently bi-lingual and heavily influenced by Western literature, he still felt that self-translation into English was an absurd task. He wrote at one point that he did not, “believe that foreigners can use the language of poetry, and the best we can do will remain pale approximations.” (L 3/3/62) It was to George Oppen that he looked to for help.
Bose and Oppen first met in New York in 1961 (coincidentally during a tour celebrating Tagore’s centenary year). During the visit, Bose met Ginsberg and others in New York at the time (Bose, in an essay, was impressed with Ginsberg: one “could realize that he was on a true mission, at the very least droplets of purity had touched upon him…” BG), but the connection with Oppen was the only one productive in a literary sense. In the beginning, though, there was awkwardness. Three letters written to June, in early 1961 (and the only reference to Bose included in his Selected Letters) (SL 45) describe his initial attempts at making several of Bose’s poems more palatable to American publishers. Right away, issues of race appear in conversations with James Laughlin (who had visited Bose in Kolkata several years before…): referring to Bose: “Jay (Laughlin) said he’s old, ugly and very dark. Looked at me thoughtfully and added, and Bengali”. Oppen’s response was dry: “Like Luther (?), I’m not Bengali. That will be a barrier between us.” (SL 45, italics added) Regardless of whether this is racial prejudice on Laughlin’s part, or just a joke gone awry, it’s unfortunate that this is one of the only easily available references to their process and does not seem to reflect the tone of their own interactions.
Over the next several months in the Spring of 1961, Oppen became increasingly involved in writing and re-writing several of Bose’s poems, most notably “To Memory” and “Still Life,” as well as “To A Dog,” all of which are from Bose’s 1958 book Je-Aandhar Aalor Adhik, or A Darkness Greater Than Light.
It is a great misfortune that the letters from Oppen to Bose are missing. However Bose’s letters to Oppen do survive, and from them Oppen’s communications from 1961 to 1964 can be pieced together, including at least five letters. The first letters deal with publishing concerns: Oppen appearing in Kavita, Bose seeking to be included in the San Francisco Review… Also, Oppen tactfully gaining permission to use “To Memory” and “Still Life” in The Materials. The later letters concern a memorable visit by Bose’s daughter Damayanti Basu Singh to the Oppen’s apartment in New York.
Bose’s letters have a cordial tone and express respect for Oppen as a fellow writer and kindred soul. His first correspondence was a postcard in May of 1961 upon leaving New York after their collaborative meetings. Bose recalled a visit to Oppen’s apartment: “the splendid view across East river, your good and strong sherry, and the gracious hospitality of your wife.” (L 1/21/62) Nevertheless, Bose was perhaps unprepared for the direction in which Oppen had taken his poems: “I felt the essence of my poem in it, although your style is very, very different.” (L 10/29/62). Despite the formal challenges, Oppen’s efforts are accepted in good faith: “It is perhaps needless to add how deeply I appreciate this delicate compliment from a fellow-poet; this, more than anything else, shows that the trouble I took over those translations has not been entirely wasted. You cannot know how inadequate the translations are, but even so they have meant something to you, which I find very encouraging.” (3/3/62)
It is a great misfortune that the letters from Oppen to Bose are missing. However Bose’s letters to Oppen do survive, and from them Oppen’s communications from 1961 to 1964 can be pieced together, including at least five letters. The first letters deal with publishing concerns: Oppen appearing in Kavita, Bose seeking to be included in the San Francisco Review… Also, Oppen tactfully gaining permission to use “To Memory” and “Still Life” in The Materials. The later letters concern a memorable visit by Bose’s daughter Damayanti Basu Singh to the Oppen’s apartment in New York.
Bose’s letters have a cordial tone and express respect for Oppen as a fellow writer and kindred soul. His first correspondence was a postcard in May of 1961 upon leaving New York after their collaborative meetings. Bose recalled a visit to Oppen’s apartment: “the splendid view across East river, your good and strong sherry, and the gracious hospitality of your wife.” (L 1/21/62) Nevertheless, Bose was perhaps unprepared for the direction in which Oppen had taken his poems: “I felt the essence of my poem in it, although your style is very, very different.” (L 10/29/62). Despite the formal challenges, Oppen’s efforts are accepted in good faith: “It is perhaps needless to add how deeply I appreciate this delicate compliment from a fellow-poet; this, more than anything else, shows that the trouble I took over those translations has not been entirely wasted. You cannot know how inadequate the translations are, but even so they have meant something to you, which I find very encouraging.” (3/3/62)
The visit by Damayanti at the end of 1962 furthered their connection. She remembers; “From the station we walked to the Oppen's small apartment. We clicked instantly. Mary welcomed me with open arms and I felt totally at home in that small apartment strewn with books and a sweet little bird called 'bird' flying around freely.” (DBS 2/17/08) Bose remarks in another letter that Damayanti “was a little shocked that scarcely any one of our New York friends whom she met knew that her father was a writer; and one reason why she felt drawn to you was that you did. Also, having been raised in a literary household she felt easily at home in yours.” Bose thanked Oppen for the hospitality and added that, in Oppen’s description of the visit, he could feel his “rich human warmth in the words”. (L 1/13/63) Unfortunately, the last extant letter from Bose was dated December of 1964 and it may have been their last contact.
At first, Oppen’s role was one of an engaged editor assisting Bose with his own translation. One can picture them word-smithing in the faculty lounge: “Trying to explain to him what the word ‘kissing’ means to me, and why I omitted his line about ‘miles of kissing’ I made smacking noises at him in the hope that he would see what miles of kissing would involve. He didn’t but I attracted considerable attention in the NYU Faculty Club where we met.” (SL 48) Oppen then took this role a bit farther, so far as to rewrite a exact translation of Bose’s “To Memory,” in English with identical rhyme scheme, keeping lines intact and “without any rime-word which wasn’t in his version”. (SL 378) (By the way, I would love to see a copy of this, if it exists.)
The process finally morphed into what could be called an intra-lingual “transcreation”—a textual reworking that seeks to recreate the literary impact of the original for a new cultural audience. The process was successful in some ways, but a full-fledged transcreative process was hampered by Oppen’s lack of Bengali: in this sense language did prove to be “a barrier between” them.
Analyzing the various drafts of the poems by both authors, the basic theme and much of the content are, in fact, consistent, but with some telling differences. Bose’s Bengali original of To Memory 1, or “smRitir praati”, is a Petrarchan sonnet. It is an invocation to a goddess (or debee) who is the embodiment of memory and credited with existence itself. The goddess is described as “slumbering,” having “arctic seas” and although “dark” still holds “inexhaustible riches”— a powerful, female force whose hands are responsible for meaning itself: “in the womb of the mother // Shine the fate of man”.
Bose sent two self-translated versions of the poem to Oppen. The first was apparently included in a letter dated October 2, 1962, and is most likely a source text as it includes Oppen’s scribbles. Comments include the words “Primal Space” in bold letters as well as “and in dark is your promise.” He struggles with words “primordial” and “prehistoric” and plays with the concept of galaxies, interrogating the relationship of light and dark.
In the end, Oppen transferred twenty-eight words from Bose’s translation including cause, meaning, shore, shine, womb, etc. Some differences: Bose’s “Valueless” becomes “lost to us”; “inexhaustible riches” disappears entirely: possibly words smacking of privilege being muted.
More significantly, however, Bose’s “surf of the shore and strife of the day’s changes” – that is, the concept of the shore that needs to be left to enter the timeless peace of memory’s arctic sea, is replaced. Oppen instead invokes “the beaches // That shore the ocean” and ranks these beaches alongside the lute, canvas and marble—symbols of high art. Oppen is not concerned with an ascetic removal from life’s strife, but instead values meaning one finds in more pedestrian places, like beaches.
More significantly, however, Bose’s “surf of the shore and strife of the day’s changes” – that is, the concept of the shore that needs to be left to enter the timeless peace of memory’s arctic sea, is replaced. Oppen instead invokes “the beaches // That shore the ocean” and ranks these beaches alongside the lute, canvas and marble—symbols of high art. Oppen is not concerned with an ascetic removal from life’s strife, but instead values meaning one finds in more pedestrian places, like beaches.
In addition, Oppen removes lines that refer to spiritual concepts that perhaps are too foreign or overtly religious for his taste. He edits out passages such as the “calm horizon where ages join one another”, or trikala (which in Bengali refers to three-part time— past, present, future) as well as a reference to “pre-historic lives”— the concept of reincarnation.[2]
There is one word, though, that Oppen inserts three times and which does not appear in any of Bose’s versions-- lost. “What your hands have let fall is lost to us.” This is reminiscent of another poem in The Materials, “Part of the Forest” where Oppen writes “to be alone is to be lost”, there explicitly concerned with a masculine self-isolation. Memory is a goddess, but a goddess not unlike a companion that prevents one from becoming “lost” or “alone”, a concept of memory that is clearly female and inescapably interpersonal. Bose’s first person singular becomes Oppen’s us.
Bose, after teaching in the States from ’63 to ’65, would return to India to face the aftermath of the Hungryalist Movement in Bengali poetry, developing an often antagonistic relationship with a movement more akin to American Beat poetry than Bose’s post-Tagore generation. He eventually found an English translator in Clinton Seeley, a University of Chicago Peace Corps alum, who meticulously translated Bose’s novel, Rain Through the Night-- a novel brought up on charges of obscenity in India in 1969. Oppen, on the other hand, would move to San Francisco and interact in perhaps a more interpersonal way with a new generation of poets.
This was apparently Oppen’s only translation / transcreation exercise. It clearly did not, as Bose hoped, “imitate the individual style of a poet and the peculiarities of the language in which the originals were written”. (L 3/3/62) However, it exemplifies poetry’s ability to act as a cultural mediator—always failing in some sense, sometimes offending—and sometimes acting as that bridge that enables us to feel a “rich human warmth in the words”. (L 1/13/63)
BUDDHADEV BOSE TIMELINE
BUDDHADEV BOSE TIMELINE
1908: Buddhadev Bose born on November 30 in Kumillah, East Bengal (now Bangladesh).
1923 – 1931: Studies at Dhaka University, then moves to Kolkata.
1934: Marries high-profile singer Ranu Shome of Dhaka, who, as Protiva Bose, became an equally renowned fiction writer.
1935: Bose’s first visit with Rabindrinath Tagore at Santiniketan. Kavita magazine first published.
1937: From 1937 until 1966, Bose lived at 202 Rashbehari Ave. in Kolkata. This address was dubbed Kavitabhavan, or House of Poetry, the same name as Bose’s press, which published Kavita magazine and other works.
1941: Death of Rabindranath Tagore
1947: Indian Independence; East Bengal becomes East Pakistan and separated from India.
1949: Bose publishes Ezra Pound’s Confucius: The Unwobbling Pivot and The Great Digest in India through Kavitabhavan.
1954: Bose in U.S. teaching at Pennsylvania College for Women in Pittsburgh. Visits Henry Miller in Big Sur in April.
1956 – 1963: Founds then leads the Department of Comparative Literature at Jadavpur University, Kolkata.
1957: Publishes Language, Poetry and Being Human: A Protest Against the Reports of the Government’s Language Commission defending the Bengali language against Hindi being made the national language. He argues that, while other languages can be useful for everyday life, true poetry can only be written in one’s mother tongue. (Dyson, 177)
1961: Kavita magazine ceases publication after twenty-five years due to a growing frustration over the direction of Bengali poetics and the loss of his close friend, colleague and fellow poet, Sudhindranath Datta, in 1960. (DBS)
1962 – 1966: Bose’s daughter, Damayanti, studies Comparative Literature at Indiana University. Visits George and Mary Oppen in December, 1962.
1963 – 1965: Buddhadev and Protiva Bose in the U.S.. Buddhadev teaches first at IU in Bloomington, IN , then at Illinois Wesleyan University in Bloomington, IL.
1969: Bose was prosecuted on obscenity charges for Bose’s novel, Raat Bhore BrishhTi (Rain Through the Night), a frank account of marital infidelity. He was later acquitted.
1974: Buddhadev Bose dies of a stroke on March 17th.
TO MEMORY: I
Buddhadev Bose
Translated by the Author c. 1962
(From material in the Mandeville Special Collections Library, University of California San Diego.)
Red = words used by Oppen, Blue = concept discarded by Oppen
I grant you are the goddess. All that is, is yours.
Hidden in your slumber is cause, beginning;
Beyond horizons it moves secretly and without awakening;
Yet should you stir an eyelid there blooms a marvel of flowers
And bright grapes kiss our clay and the earth grows delirious.
The carved stone has no meaning, the canvas is blank, the lute
Itself, until we sail your arctic seas, is mute
In the surf of the shore and the strife of the day’s changes.
Distant on the calm horizon where ages join one another,
And beyond in pre-historic lives and the primordial stark
Azure, like galaxies around us in the womb of the mother
Shine the fate of man and your inexhaustible riches.
The dark is your province, but more revealing than light is your dark,
And all that your hands let fall is valueless.
George Oppen
(From a poem by Buddhadeva Bose)
Red = concept entirely introduced by Oppen
Who but the Goddess? All that is
Is yours. The causes, beginnings,
Are lost if you have lost them;
But from your eyelid’s quiver
Flowers that are trampled spring
In their bloom before us, and a landscape deepens
Hill behind hill, and the branches
Bend in that sunlight—
The lute has no meaning,
Nor canvas, nor marble
Without you, nor the beaches
That shore the ocean,
The womb of our mother. Galaxies
Shine in that darkness—
O you who are darkness,
A core of our darkness, and illumination;
What your hands have let fall is lost to us.
STILL LIFE
Buddhadev Bose
Translated by the author c. 1964
(From material in the Mandeville Special Collections Library, University of California San Diego.)
Red = words used by Oppen ; Blue = concept discarded by Oppen
O apple, what are you? Redness of lips withdrawn
After the kiss, striking the air with luster?
Or an apsara’s rounded breast, darkened with the rapture
And held in the hand of a god whose sight is gone?
So much, yet just begun! This autumn seems unending.
Enough! But more. Even the skin is meshed
In eager sweetness. This glad befriending
Works through the loss undiminished.
And is that all? So think the sleepy ones.
But when some lust-encumbered eye
Sees through bowl and orchard, tears across the veils,
And in a strange spell of light, becomes
In you a forest, a spacious sky—
We too then wish we were something else.
George Oppen
(From a poem by Buddhadeva Bose)
Red = concept entirely introduced by Oppen
What are you, apple! There are men
Who, biting an apple, blind themselves to bowl, basket
Or whatever and in a strange spell feel themselves
Like you outdoors and make us wish
We too were in the sun and night alive with sap.
Sources
Bose, Buddhadev. An Acre of Green Grass. Calcutta: Papyrus, 1948. (AGG)
Bose, Buddhadev. “The Beat Generation of Greenwich Village.” 1961. Trans. Aryanil Mukherjee. (BG)
Bose, Buddhadev. Letters from the Oppen archive at the Mandeville Special Collections Library, University of California San Diego. (L)
Bose, Buddhadev. Various Poems in The Literary Review 5: 3. Fairleigh Dickenson University, Spring 1962.
Bose, Buddhadev. Selected Poems of Buddhadeva Bose. trans. Ketaki Kushari Dyson. New Delhi: Oxford University Press, 2002. (Dyson)
Bosu Singh, Damayanti. E-mail Interviews with Pat Clifford. February 17, 2008 and April 22, 2008. (DBS)
Oppen, George, New Collected Poems. ed. Michael Davidson. New York: New Directions Books, 2002. (CP)
Oppen, George, The Selected Letters of George Oppen. ed. Rachel Blau duPlessis. Durham: Duke University Press, 1990. (SL)
Oppen, George, Selected Prose, Daybooks and Papers. ed Stephen Cope. Berkeley: University of California Press, 2007. (SPDP)
[1] “My father did join Progressive Writers' Union led by the Communist party of India to lend voice against fascism. He soon became disenchanted by the Party's high-handed ways and disassociated himself. He was always his own man, never compromised with anything and retained his freedom as an artist till his last breath. He paid dearly in left-dominated west Bengal, as there have been a systematic propaganda against him for a very long period. Generations after generations of left-leaning youngsters were forbidden to read BB who was labeled as a 'Reactionary' and an CIA agent!!! If they could they would house arrest him exactly the way America punished Pound. I see this anti-fascist period of BB's life when he indeed joined hands with the Communists is now being high-lighted everywhere. It is more important to note how the Communists reacted when he disassociated from them.” (DBS)
[2] Bose was not unaware of the tension concerning spiritual matters between Bengali and Western writing. In his defense of Tagore against Pound he wrote: “The only defect Pound notices in him is that his poetry is ‘pious’. This is natural, for in Europe poetry and religion separated long ago; … In India, this divorce has taken place only recently; it is still a common notion with us that the poet is a religious man…” (AGG 23)
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