{"id":1340,"date":"2019-02-26T03:20:43","date_gmt":"2019-02-26T09:20:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/qualityofmercy.com\/blog\/?p=1340"},"modified":"2025-08-08T18:57:07","modified_gmt":"2025-08-09T00:57:07","slug":"hanky-and-bandage-cigarettes-and-perfume-edit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/qualityofmercy.com\/blog\/2019\/02\/26\/hanky-and-bandage-cigarettes-and-perfume-edit\/","title":{"rendered":"Hanky and bandage, cigarette and perfume"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>The other day I came across Prashant Bhilare&#8217;s recitation of a poem on YouTube. As it streamed, themes like beads were strung on a thread (<em>s\u016btra<\/em>, from the Sanskrit)\u2014of imperialism, impermanence, love, possession, exposure. And I was reminded of similar work, such as Marguerite Duras\u2019s <i>The Lover<\/i>, which I\u2019ve <a href=\"https:\/\/qualityofmercy.com\/blog\/2018\/11\/17\/feeble-strength-of-one\/\">mentioned<\/a> here before. Her roman-\u00e0-clef received the prestigious Prix Goncourt despite its subject: an intergenerational relationship that otherwise would bestir the book burners if not the gendarmes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Bhilare is more circumspect.&nbsp;Yet, I thought to myself, somehow he shares Duras&#8217;s audacity, if not her craft. And I returned to him. The poem is titled \u201cME.\u201d (Unlike Duras, no subject-or-object equivocation.) Who dares title this thus?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<!--more-->\n\n\n\n<p>Bhilare is a filmmaker from Mumbai whose subjects range from the domestic to the erotic: a dish of \u201cbeaten rice\u201d; foreplay\u2014solo. The stairwell of a local walk-up is his muse, appearing in several of his shorts. His polemical pieces are so submerged in symbolism that only his below-the-fold descriptions provide keys. (Perhaps for good reason; speech in India, as elsewhere, can come at a cost.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-block-embed-youtube wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"&quot;Me.&quot; | LGBT | Short Film | India | Prashant Bhilare\" width=\"525\" height=\"295\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/aHqiDhn4_Mk?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Me.&#8221; speaks for itself and can be summaraized via Steven Patrick Morrissey (whom&nbsp;I\u2019ve <a href=\"https:\/\/qualityofmercy.com\/blog\/2018\/12\/09\/a-taste-of-honey\/\">discussed<\/a> before):&nbsp;&#8220;It&#8217;s time the tale were told\/ of how you took a child\/ and you made him old.&#8221; But with Bhilare\u2019s line, &#8220;The smell of your hanky,&#8221; and a ripped collar and kept button, I was immediately reminded of Egyptiote Greek poet C. P. Cavafy (1863\u20131933), who in \u201c<a href=\"http:\/\/cavafy.com\/poems\/content.asp?id=165&amp;cat=4\">The Bandaged Shoulder<\/a>\u201d provides first aid for a lover who told a (tall) tale about a wound that had been poorly dressed. Upon finding a rag from the original dressing, Cavafy cherishes it. In another poem (below), Cavafy, like Bhilare, is left behind. And Bhilare, like Duras&#8217;s young girl in <em>The Lover<\/em>, is abandoned by a nonnative.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>All three writers relish the time spent, however provisional. And Cavafy articulates it well. In the brothels and \u201c<a href=\"http:\/\/cavafy.com\/poems\/content.asp?id=94&amp;cat=1\">In the Tavernas<\/a>\u201d Cavafy is left by one Tamides, for &#8220;the Prefect&#8217;s son to earn himself\/ a villa on the Nile.&#8221; Nonetheless Cavafy savors the memory of their experience &#8220;like perfume\/ that goes on clinging to my flesh.\u201d (With Bhilare it was&nbsp;the &#8220;aroma of cigarette,&#8221; even though that was &#8220;killing me.&#8221;) For <i>two years<\/i>, Cavafy&#8217;s &#8220;Tamides, most exquisite of young men, was mine\u201d\u2014and not for a villa on the Nile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But what of the lover never possessed? Of affection never expressed? My mentor Charles Cameron distills this in the jewel that follows. (One slight annotation: as inferred,&nbsp;the Pope holds&nbsp;<i>in pectore<\/i>\u2014in the breast\u2014cardinals appointed but not published, when, say, to do so would risk persecution.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<h4 style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><b>Thorns<\/b><\/h4>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">As the Pope holds<br \/><em>in pectore<\/em>,<br \/>close within his breast,<br \/>the names of unspoken cardinals,<br \/>so, in my heart,<br \/>I hold an unnamed pain:<br \/>swell of doves,<br \/>walk of fallen leaves<br \/>and bruised petals,<br \/>anguish<br \/>like a wren&#8217;s nest.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">What is a rosary,<br \/>if not this rose garden<br \/>of untold loves?<br \/>Every meeting with you<br \/>foreshadows parting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><i>S\u016btra<\/i>-strung, the rosary\u2019s beads literally are prayers\u2014<i>bede<\/i>, from the Middle English\u2014, supplications murmured, if not untold, divided into decades. The wren\u2019s nest strikes me as a coarse crown, cruel laurel conferred on a (son of) man not of this world. And today we face the anguish of what the Holy Father and his church have left untold, after much murmur, for decades and decades.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Charles\u2019s library contained several titles by Denise Levertov, including a slim volume, <i>In Praise of Krishna: Songs from the Bengali<\/i>&nbsp;(1967), which she translated with Edward C. Dimock Jr. who introduces its compilation of devotional lyrics. Dimock draws parallels with Sufis, Soloman\u2019s <i>Song of Songs<\/i>, and Gerard Manley Hopkins\u2014in all of which Charles surely has taken delight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019ll close here with verse from that collection attributed to Vidy\u0101pati (1352\u20131448), which circles back to&nbsp;Prashant Bhilare&#8217;s sensibility, imagery, and residual regret revealed. (From the book\u2019s notes: the \u201cMind-stealing One\u201d is K\u0101ma, god of love, and the <i>ch\u0101taka<\/i> bird seeks sustenance in showers.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">With the last of my garments<br \/>shame dropped from me, fluttered<br \/>to earth and lay discarded at my feet.<br \/>My lover\u2019s body became<br \/>the only covering I needed.<br \/>With bent head he gazed at the lamp<br \/>like a bee who desires the honey of a closed lotus.<br \/>The Mind-stealing One, like the <i>ch\u0101taka<\/i>\u00a0bird,<br \/>is wanton, he misses no chance<br \/>to gratify his thirst: I was to him<br \/>a pool of raindrops.<br \/>Now shame returns<br \/>as I remember. My heart trembles,<br \/>recalling his treachery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Levertov&#8217;s notes for this also take pains to ID the genders of those involved. How twentieth-century\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-block-embed-youtube wp-embed-aspect-4-3 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"In Praise of Krishna: No. 2, With the Last of My Garments\" width=\"525\" height=\"394\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/SBwouk-enRQ?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-right\"><i>Header image:&nbsp;David Hughes<br><\/i>Thorns<i> \u00a9 Charles Cameron<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Making connections between the works of several poets.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1304,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[56,265,188],"tags":[272,268,269,270,273,35,274,267,266,271],"class_list":["post-1340","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-cinema","category-poetics","category-religion","tag-bengal","tag-cavafy","tag-charles-cameron","tag-denise-levertov","tag-krishna","tag-lgbt","tag-marguerite-duras","tag-mumbai","tag-prashant-bhilare","tag-vidyapati"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/qualityofmercy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/02\/hanky_v2.jpg?fit=2100%2C1500&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/paF2cn-lC","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/qualityofmercy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1340","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/qualityofmercy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/qualityofmercy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/qualityofmercy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/qualityofmercy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1340"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/qualityofmercy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1340\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10582,"href":"https:\/\/qualityofmercy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1340\/revisions\/10582"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/qualityofmercy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1304"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/qualityofmercy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1340"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/qualityofmercy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1340"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/qualityofmercy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1340"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}