Patient Dignity is a transnational collection of ‘Pandemic Poems’ and paintings that, among other things, compares India with Scotland. Vibha’s paintings go hand in hand with Bashabi’s evocative poetry.
Patient Dignity is a transnational collection of ‘Pandemic Poems’ and paintings that, among other things, compares India with Scotland. Vibha’s paintings go hand in hand with Bashabi’s evocative poetry.
She is known as the poet and author who has always brought together her roots in Bengal with her life in Scotland. Like others around the world, to Fraser, the lockdown meant separation from family, zoom calls and anxiety. But it was also a time, when as things stopped, the skies got clear, and people heard the celebratory music of birds in a new dawn. Fraser compares the two popular parks in her ancestral home in Kolkata and her present home in Edinburgh. In the deserted Maidan in Kolkata, no batsman was scoring a century, and no demonstrators were shouting slogans. In The Meadows in Edinburgh, no families were having picnics and playing with Frisbees. Both parks were silent.
[Fraser's] is a voice of love and full, not of assertion, but of a kind of assurance, in poems such as 'How green was that valley' which, the horror notwithstanding, seems to hold on to that beauty which is so often celebrated in [Bashabi Fraser's] work.
[Patient Dignity has] a measure of contemporary value, and the serious prospect of what the future is, for Louie. and the generation to follow us -
This collection is very daring in the power of positive feelings, full of practical wisdom, and simple truths of life's process in a language which is inviting, persuasive, and sensuous – 'a refugee from Belief seeks a cell tonight.'
For Bashabi, poetry is never pretentious, cryptic, elitist, and futile. It’s not that one needs a master’s degree to understand Fraser’s seemingly simple poems. Her poetic corpus is relevant to the larger culture in India and beyond.
‘We will meet again
Not because a hurricane
Has driven us indoors
And brought havoc in its trail
But as we seek to hide
From an unseen foe
That lurks in the streets outside.’