Chapters (69)
- Cover
- Also by Ranjit Hoskote
- Advance Praise for Jonahwhale
- Dedication
- I
- The Churchgate Gazette
- The Map Seller
- The Atlas of Lost Beliefs
- Seven Islands
- Ocean
- Ahab
- Spelling the Tide
- Cape Caution
- The Heart Fixes on Nothing
- And Sometimes Rivers
- Risk
- As It Emptieth It Selfe
- Lascar
- At the Belvedere
- Sycorax
- A Constantly Unfinished Instrument
- Night Sky and Counting
- Render
- Pompeii Mural
- Fly Away, Swim Closer
- Marine Drive
- Natural History
- Passage
- The Refugee Pauses in Flight
- Wound
- Redburn on Shore Leave
- Cargo and Ballast
- Baldachin
- Highway Prayer
- II
- Poona Traffic Shots
- III
- Philip Guston, in (Pretty Much) His Own Words
- Poussin’s ‘Landscape with a Man Killed by a Snake’
- Aperture
- Passepartout
- Printer
- Glass
- Rothko
- Hangman’s Song
- The Oracle Tree
- At Twenty Paces
- Sniper’s Drill
- Open for Business
- Rain Dance
- Figures on an Amphora
- Under the Tree of Tongues
- Eight Rules for Travellers to Thebes
- Miniature Painting
- Glossa
- Tree Line
- After the Story
- The Bungalows of South Avenue
- Self-Portrait as Child in the Rain
- Marcus Aurelius
- Planetarium
- Kushan Dawn Song
- Dunhuang
- Bactrian Drachma
- The Swimming Pool
- The Poet’s Life
- Notes
- Acknowledgements
- 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.