Bhanu Kapil Reading

Bhanu Kapil, our Eminent Writer-in-Residence, will be reading at the UW Art Museum tomorrow (March 10th) at 5PM. She will be reading from her new book Ban en Banlieue which begins when a brown girl walks home from school when a riot starts in 1979 London. Through the main character’s narrative, the book explores both political and somatic themes. Below is an excerpt:

77.  We wanted to look for bottles, the tiny bottles we had heard were left in the roots of oak trees by elves. My dad said: “Be back by four.” And we leaped from the car into the rain. It was raining, but only lightly and we had anoraks on. I recalled the haystacks I’d once seen, at the very end of the park, where a gate was, and a white house with a thousand glittering windows. Once, in the private meadow edging the park, I saw riders in their scarlet coats. Their horses had coats. I’d shouted: “Oi!  Over here!  Yoo hoo!,” longing to touch the dark brown fur and feel the warm breath on my face. So I said to Thippy, come on. Thippy was a Sikh boy with hair down to his waist. Out of view of my father, he took off his pint-sized turban and let it fall. We said we’d say we were sisters, if someone asked, as we sometimes did at Balfours when we went to buy sherbet with ten pence stolen from the kitchen jar. It took two hours, that afternoon, to reach the haystacks and during our walk, we understood, in our hearts, that returning to the car would be just as bad as going back later. It was all the same. When we reached the gate, it was pouring and our hands were blue on the backs of them from the cold. A creamy mist had risen from the grass. From this mist appeared a horse, a completely white horse with mud-packed legs, and the rider tugged it so it came to where we screamed: “Horsey!  Over here, horsey!” And let us pet it, forever, chatting, a man. When we got back to the car, we were terribly wet. We got into the car, a blue Ford Cortina dented silver from my father’s many accidents. We got into the car and in slow motion my father twisted from the chest up, from the driver’s seat, to hit my face so hard the side of my head hit the window. At this moment, I became Ban. When Thippy grew up, and his own father dragged him home from the school disco at Villier’s High School, and beat him on his legs and back, he became a Sikh fundamentalist. He’d grown a beard by seventeen, and refused to meet my eyes on the rare occasions his parents forced him to come to our house for a Friday night dinner. He wore a black turban with a saffron headband and when he completely grew up he bought the house next to his parents and they built a corridor between the two. But what I’ve left out is his brother, a boy I knew in childhood who also made me Ban. Not because he accompanied me; on the contrary, because he, too, made me weep. He wasn’t a boy. When we were eight, he was eighteen. When we were ten, he was twenty.

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Eminent Writer-in-Residence Bhanu Kapil Reads in Jackson

Last month poet Bhanu Kapil and the director of the MFA program, Jeff Lockwood, as well as two of the graduate students, Erin Jones (2cd year, non-fiction) and Randall Tyrone (1st year, poetry), boarded the University’s private jet to fly to Jackson, Wyoming, where Kapil had a reading at the Teton County Public Library. Kapil read from her new book Ban en Banlieue, which begins with a brown girl walking home from school during a riot in 1979 London. The book explores both civic and somatic themes.

Regarding Kapil’s craft talk and reading in Jackson, Randall said, “when I heard Bhanu’s craft talk and saw her performance I was forced to reevaluate and then redefine my understanding of trauma. It can be a catalyst that changes a person into another just so that they may survive in their environment, otherwise the trauma can scar generations.”

The group stayed overnight in plush lodges and had the pleasure of enjoying the city’s dining before they flew back to Laramie the next day (not going to lie, really jealous of the massive cinnamon rolls they were eating for breakfast and which one of my peers decided to send me a picture of…. -_-).

Bhanu Kapil is the Eminent Writer-in-Residence at the University of Wyoming Masters in Fine Arts program this spring. Kapil comes to Wyoming from Colorado where she teaches at the Naropa University’s Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics. She also teaches at the low-residency MFA program at Goddard College. At the University of Wyoming, Kapil is leading the graduate workshop in poetry where students are writing around the theme of “monsters.”

Randall really excited about the jet.

Randall really excited about the jet.

Jeff Lockwood also really excited about the jet.

Jeff Lockwood also really excited about the jet.

Erin and Randall reading a wall of pages.

Erin and Randall reading a wall of pages.

Kapil and Lockwood.

Kapil and Lockwood.

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