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T Wignesan Créteil/Paris / France, Male, 83
Profession :
ex-Research Fellow, C.N.R.S., Paris
Education :
Docteur d'Etat ès lettres, Sorbonne-Panthéon Univ

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  • POEM: Where Are We Going by Oodgeroo Noonuccal (11/3/2016 6:33:00 AM)

    Your poem, a very moving elegy on the fate of your peoples does not say more than it has to say, for you do not look for historical excuses to embellish deeply felt feelings to justify your plight. Your first and last lines establish the link of your ancestors and their lost or pilfered traditions and sacred soil to the present heritage with the settlers blood tussling in your veins: they and now we. You have said it all in as simple a way as it takes to say goodbye, but few can forget the look in your eyes as they part watching desecration of your holy grounds and hence the shadows that flit and shorten around the dying embers. Thank you for reminding us all of our lack of concern for those who disappear into the night - forsaken and forgotten! T. Wignesan P.S. I'll translate it into some language I know, however.

  • POEM: Anyone For Humiliation by T Wignesan (4/30/2016 5:50:00 AM)

    Top of the morning to you, Tom! Of course, I'm delighted the piece stirs you well enough to put voice to barren words on a page (and here I must lament): unfortunately PoemHunter deranges the structure (check, if you will, PoetrySoup) . Many warm thanks. No, I'm not of the fairer sex genre - far from it. Not that I would not have liked to stake a claim as far as looks go… Thanks very much again for taking time out to comment. Every good wish. Wignesan (I have so much to do all day, I always wonder how others find the time to devote to my work.)

  • POEM: The Test By Nicanor Parra, Translated By T. Wignesan by T Wignesan (3/28/2016 10:20:00 AM)

    Morning, Daniel! If I'm not mistaken, we did have something to say to each other a while ago, but then I excused myself for not engaging the discussion at the length you so kindly offered to maintain. I think I did say I was run over by a speeding car on a zebra-crossing a year ago, so it's all the more encouraging that you are back - and here we are….It's difficult even to write personal lyric poetry and not bear witness to some inner or interpersonal state which is in some way a reaction or a consequence of the social and political, for, as you well know, no one's an island all to himself. Parra is a difficult enough poet to appreciate, but then Grossman has done a groundbreaking job there with her book (I read only one essential chapter, from what I can make out) on the Antipoet. Unlike other forms of artistic expression, poetry is - you'll admit - a hold-all for anything that passes through the mind, and a debunking voice like Parra's injects new fresh blood into the meandering streams that now seem to gather in a whirlpool with more and more translations from far-flung continents - a necessary diagnosis as you vey well point out. Still, no one can fault any poet for wanting to stick to his own guns. It's the privilege of the outsider, an etiquette that all makers of poems can arrogate for themselves. Every good wish. Hope you are enjoying the long weekend. Wignesan

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