Name: Chai Cannot be Made in a Kettle: Poems of Diaspora and Belonging (en Inglés)
SKU: 57058675
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Author: Juwairiah M
ISBN: 9781739460112

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Chai Cannot be Made in a Kettle: Poems of Diaspora and Belonging (en Inglés)

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Libro Físico

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Lote Tree Press

Autor

Juwairiah M

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Inglés

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Tapa Dura

ISBN13

9781739460112

Chai Cannot be Made in a Kettle: Poems of Diaspora and Belonging (en Inglés)

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In chai cannot be made in a kettle, Juwairiah speaks of belonging, straddling the gaps between cultures, outlooks and worldviews, and embracing the dissonance of her identity as a British, Muslim, Indian woman. Her verses explore the meaning of home as a multicultural and multilingual household. 'Some mornings, / I peep through the keyhole, / watch her and her father converse in Swahili./ I do not understand their language so instead/ I watch her tongue dance.'She writes about her connection to her faith and community, poignantly articulating the ways in which these are misunderstood, marginalised and commodified in modern-day Britain, and the verbal and cultural acrobatics involved in having an identity that bridges cultural and linguistic divides. 'We surrendered syllables so that we would fit in, / muted rhymes and rhythms so we weren't booted out.'Scents and flavours evoke a lost heritage in many of the poems in chai cannot be made in a kettle. The rituals of community and faith create a background rhythm to Juwairiah's poems, the ache of a wistful collective memory interacting with the everyday liminal realities of life as a British Indian woman: 'I heard whispers of brown sacred women, / who lay under darkness, longing for their motherland./ A place where bodies bathe in sweet honey milk, / doused in ancient cardamom pods.'