Marred Sari

I wasn’t going to post anything today. I wanted to leave “On the Wheel of Living and Dying” as my latest post for a bit longer. Then I decided to visit the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, and was captured by the richness of Kerry O’Connor’s latest offering. I had to write this wee haibun:

Marred Sari
Sundarbans screamed of oily hurts and disease… The monsoon laughed… The mangrove wept… A woman-child awakened to her father’s cries over a living gone uncaught. She felt the touch of the Reaper coat fish and skin, heard The Man promise naught for her and the fish.

captured proof,
spilled death in black oils—
marred sari

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Marred Sari
Fishergirl Cleaning an Oil-Spill”, by to Arati Kumar-Rao
(read this article for details)

47 thoughts on “Marred Sari

  1. The striking and uncompromising words are a perfect accompaniment to the picture. It’s heartbreaking that some of us refuse to see what is right before our eyes.

  2. That picture so much caught my attention too.. and you really caught the spirit where the spoiled sari is the least of the problems… wonderful haibun

    • I love how you put this. Because it sheds some light on how I think about events of this magnitude. They are so huge that we need to find a small thing to focus on, one that seems unimportant… But if many of us take care of a tiny thing, a bunch of us will solve big problems… and all of us can perform miracles.

  3. Images like this one remind me how lucky my childhood and that of my own children have been. I am humbled by the strength of desperate people. Your haiburn, takes us there, to witness and perhaps understand a bit better how people live in harsh circumstance.

  4. I believe it is posts like this that are the voice of the desperate… because billions of dollars can cover & dilute the horrors inflicted on those that are deemed worthless by corporations & shareholders… our earth is dying and those that rely on it, from nature, to the poorest individuals, and when it knocks on the doors, to those that helped helped make it so… they too will choke on their own toxic excrement.

    Yeah, so feeling fine… all good, and believe it or not love the post & photo!

    • Some people tend to complain when we share things that are too sad–abused animals needing home, victimized people needing justice, evidence of man spreading filth all over the planet… I know some of the images are difficult to look at, like when people share graphic violence on Facebook. I think works like the photography of Kumar-Rao make the seeing easier to digest. We can show and learn so much through art, and being able to make the horror safe to look at is a big plus.

      Some might say that it silly to want to shield ourselves from the images of suffering, when others are feeling it in the flesh, but hey… It is easier to help others if we aren’t traumatized by the evidence. So yes, I love the photo, too, and I’m feeling fine, too… but like I’m sure is true for you, it still hurts, my Shelle. ♥

  5. Too many of us live in saris marred by a futile effort to deal with the uncaring greed and rapaciousness destroying our planet, our livelihoods, and the web of life itself. This is an evocative picture which struck me strongly as I was going through the collection, but it seemed to hint at a topic too difficult to express in 55 words–you have proved *that* completely wrong. A very feeling, scathing, yet light-bearing write, Magaly.

  6. Wonderful, Magaly==brings up so lightly the horrors of all of this devastation–really terrible. I have been near Sundarbans–there is a park there where there are tigers. So terrible to think of this happening there–your poem brings out the very human side–and the women-children trying to cope! thanks. k.

    • I’ve never been… But the pictures of the unsullied land looks so beautiful. This is sad and terrible… It is almost impossible to imagine just how the people and different ecosystems are going to be affected in the long run… But we can all tell that it is going to horrible, if something drastic isn’t done… fast.

  7. This is hard for us not affected just to know. I can’t imagine the horror the fisher girl is experiencing, yours at least.
    Our south border has similar conditions, not for oil profits, but for the cheap labor that can be had from the people smuggling operations. Sex slave traffic the cheapest labor, others are agriculture and construction to do jobs that don’t pay enough for U.S. Laborers.
    Worse still is that bandit smugglers steal people from straight smugglers, then hold them hostage for ransom from the relatives.
    ..

    • You know what I love? That even with all the horror contained in the poem, plus the image and event that inspired it, you still wished a Happy New Year. And that’s what makes us, human beasts, so resilient… We’ll grin even when life is covering our teeth with mud (or oil).

      Happy New Year to you, Marian! ♥

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