Stubborn, scheming, versatile, segueing between ecstasy and desolation, between a mythic raas leela and a modern day bar stool in the East Village, the heart in Subhashini Kaligotla’s poems is a slippery, politically incorrect shape-shifter. Combining wry honesty with delicate poise, the poet invokes the age-old theme of desire --its delirium, indignity, desperation and capacity for sudden, unbidden equanimity. Crafted with a capacity to calibrate the many subtle textures of longing, these are poems of precision, strength and radiant surprise.
— ARUNDHATHI SUBRAMANIAM, poet
This radiant poetry collection navigates the seismic journey of the heart across continents, time and legend. What does it mean to be faithful? To belong to a city, a country or a lover? Kaligotla employs a steely eyed precision as she tunnels into these vast questions. Bridging the silences in the great Ramayana and the lonelinesses that great diasporic artists bear, she’s able to unlock new insight into what it means to make a post-modern home. A gorgeous read!
— SARAH GAMBITO, poet
How like a mad politician railing against the auslander. Keep him out, keep him out, she hollers. Protect this sacrosanct. Smash that minar and stanch his lust, let it not grow like a rogue in this soil. O, stop, stop, stop this pollution. Offer fire-flower and camphor to the four directions. Where’s the holy water? Let it wash down from the mountain, flow from matted locks... O, protect this Hindu woman from the Muslim invader.