Book review
Onwings of dreams
Title: From a distance
Authored by Gwen Herat
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Those who have majored in Aesthetic Studies look at the world
differently and clearly. They hear the call from a distance; the
brilliance in the sunrise; pastures greener and the faraway blue horizon
that touch the skies. They discover a certain degree of beauty in
ugliness; relate to people easier and sadden quickly at conflicts... and
they make good writers if they opt to be. Gwen Herat looks at things how
they should be looked at. God in His infinite glory; nature in her lush
abundance as well as life in their perils. They all attribute to her
solid character.
Smitten by a vision or a visionary at a distance, the poet confused
by her own seeking at what she sees at the end of the road, is her own
dream.
If writers fail to draw out the essence found in their perception of
extended visions not present which amounts to hallucinations, there will
never be exciting ones around the world, let alone in Sri Lanka who can
evoke passion and pathos which is about life.
Easy poetry
Poetry comes easy to many writers but not to Herat because her pen
never strays but stay put on a firm wrist. A Shakespeare-wit who values
Classicism in English language she slams at times, go beyond borders
given the task on her varied subject which makes up From a distance. She
enhance poetry with vibrance.
Not that Herat not falters. Why on earth did she have to lavish her
enormous talent on a listless subject that make up the lengthy poem,
From a distance. It gives rise to the insecurity in her personality
where the child in her has not grown up though in possession of a
computerized mind that she can turn around in any direction.
Take for example the sonnets; They are simply marvelous and if one
was not aware they were written by Herat, he would think he was reading
Shakespeare. They are so colossal in language authenticity, they marvel
the reader. They amount to reasoning that the merit or poems are those
of style and words. Here, it becomes apparent with the spirit of time
that are lively expressions. Certain genres particularly in search of
haunting beauty why Herat reveals their depth.
Many modern poets cannot succeed in reaching the high pitch like a
musical score and fall by their attempts but she has the ability to
reach the last high pitch on a keyboard. So much so the lyrics she tries
to intervene with sequence are like a music sheet that had been lying at
the bottom of a violin case craving for notice. Her mind is full of
lyrics but pushed back to be replaced by verses.
The Black Swan of Avon subconsciously stirs the alternate scores that
are found in Tchaikovsky's, Swan Lake. She displays an equal aptitude
for lyrics as well as for their shadows. Herat's poems are sparkling as
well as down–to–earth.
From a distance is all about dreams that you and I dream about in our
childhood, youth and maturity along our roads to our destinies. Some
flower out; some die upon their dreams; and some wondrous ones are
dashed against rocks by those whom we love and they all merge in our
dreams unto eternity.
Shifting moments
Her pen shifts for a moment; from a serious literary writer to a poet
but not easy. There is a huge imbalance between the two. Whereas her
literary papers spells excellence, she squirms against high emotion that
restricts her jab at poetry.
The example is found in the book itself. The iconic Shakespeare
language she caresses on sonnets are simply brilliant as against the
poetry that takes a back seat behind them.
But not with our topmost literary giant, Professor Ashley Halpe
rising in her defence and upgrading her sequences to a legend-like
ending in his Foreword. He knows better than all of us.
The vigorous skilful objects that meet her eyes are more than a
framework that the poems are confined to. She labours between unvarying
images. If the poet is in search of the gospel of classicism that some
of her verses points towards, she has to be broader and step on to an
interlined order. For her, the doctrine of classicism suffices in the
movement of some rhymed couplets that are released from her mind of
lyricism.
'As starry skies stretch their expanse,
How softly would thou float upon their wings?
As deep intense be in tridents break
I can see thee from a distance'
(page 27)
Very few poets in Sri Lanka has reached the near-summit of English
Classical poetry and if Herat continues in this strain, she can be one.
Those traits in her remain exceptional. She only needs inspiration. She
is almost there in The Black Swan of Avon.
From a distance is beautifully hand-bound with hard cover,
immaculately finished; it is high in book excellence that makes a
revered dedication by a high profile writer to a Bishop of profound
knowledge, Rt Rev Dr Devsritha Valence Mendis. -
Viraj Fernando
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