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Chapters (69)
  1. Cover
  2. Also by Ranjit Hoskote
  3. Advance Praise for Jonahwhale
  4. Dedication
  5. I
  6. The Churchgate Gazette
  7. The Map Seller
  8. The Atlas of Lost Beliefs
  9. Seven Islands
  10. Ocean
  11. Ahab
  12. Spelling the Tide
  13. Cape Caution
  14. The Heart Fixes on Nothing
  15. And Sometimes Rivers
  16. Risk
  17. As It Emptieth It Selfe
  18. Lascar
  19. At the Belvedere
  20. Sycorax
  21. A Constantly Unfinished Instrument
  22. Night Sky and Counting
  23. Render
  24. Pompeii Mural
  25. Fly Away, Swim Closer
  26. Marine Drive
  27. Natural History
  28. Passage
  29. The Refugee Pauses in Flight
  30. Wound
  31. Redburn on Shore Leave
  32. Cargo and Ballast
  33. Baldachin
  34. Highway Prayer
  35. II
  36. Poona Traffic Shots
  37. III
  38. Philip Guston, in (Pretty Much) His Own Words
  39. Poussin’s ‘Landscape with a Man Killed by a Snake’
  40. Aperture
  41. Passepartout
  42. Printer
  43. Glass
  44. Rothko
  45. Hangman’s Song
  46. The Oracle Tree
  47. At Twenty Paces
  48. Sniper’s Drill
  49. Open for Business
  50. Rain Dance
  51. Figures on an Amphora
  52. Under the Tree of Tongues
  53. Eight Rules for Travellers to Thebes
  54. Miniature Painting
  55. Glossa
  56. Tree Line
  57. After the Story
  58. The Bungalows of South Avenue
  59. Self-Portrait as Child in the Rain
  60. Marcus Aurelius
  61. Planetarium
  62. Kushan Dawn Song
  63. Dunhuang
  64. Bactrian Drachma
  65. The Swimming Pool
  66. The Poet’s Life
  67. Notes
  68. Acknowledgements
  69. THE BEGINNING

But the kayar’s elasticity ill fits it for a ship’s

shrouds and standing rigging.

The Irrawaddy’s shrouds were all kayar, the lascar told me.

In two weeks, the Irrawaddy had her heavy Indian spars

replaced with Canadian pine,

her kayar shrouds with hemp.

She mustered her pagans hoisted sail for London.

le gaye thanedar

Cargo and Ballast

i. m. Édouard Glissant (1928–2011)

Everything will be used against you.

Beginning with an overloaded square stern ship snatched from the enemy. Look at the name. Who’d believe it was called the Care? The ship goes off course and there’s water water everywhere but no water for the goods in the hold.

No one can tell it better than you:

so many Gehennas two hundred crammed into a space that could

barely take seventy

vomit naked flesh swarming lice the dead slumped and chained

to the living

the dying crouched their shackle wounds festering

the swirling red of the deck the ramp

they climbed the black sun dipping

you fell into the belly of the boat

the boat swallowed you the boat devoured you the boat that was steered by the open skies and stars and fluent currents stopped your mouth cut your tongue

Noah-boat Jonah-boat

this boat womb this boat abyss this boat pregnant with as many dead as living under sentence of death listing on this river with no banks river with no bends river flowing straight towards the sunset line

where no ancestor can follow no god can heal

The captain’s seasick

and dying.

The mate’s a safe pair of hands

but he’s sulking.

Let the drunk passenger handle it. He was

a slave-captain before. Leave it to him.

What shall we do with ’em?

Throw ’em in!

When the time comes.

*

Everything will be used against you.

Beginning with you.

They’ve got you down in numbers on a Bill of Lading:

height, weight, chest.

If you’re healthy, the plantation.

If you’re sick, the cutlass or the sharks.

You’re cargo.

You could so easily

be ballast.

From chained march along the coast to barracoon

from shackle and rope to surgeon from Hell

to Noah-boat Jonah-boat

keel-haul and over-the-side boat

hung-by-the-ankle boat

splayed-on-the-deck boat

let us go boat

*

Everything will be used against you.

Beginning with justice.

You promised us insurance against ‘all other Perils, Losses, and Misfortunes’.

These goods were going bad. They might have ruined the quality of the rest.

The slaves perished just as a Cargo of Goods perished and were jettisoned for the greater good of the ship.

And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three;

but the greatest of these is charity.

I am become as sounding brass.

I speak with tongues.