Tell Me, Kenyalang

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Tell Me, Kenyalang by Kulleh Grasi

Translated from Malay and Iban by Pauline Fan

Publication date: November 2019

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White white billows of language,
The dry season engulfs the countryside . . .
Ah, season of idle pleasures,
Shirts trousers, all sizes big and small,
In the laundry of the universe . . .

Grasi’s poems capture the excited intimacy of exploring one’s own beloved country with depth and vision. Grasi leaps between languages, registers, and landscapes to create a multi-dimensional book, and Fan, in her translations, leaps with him into a detailed, rich English, while finding innovative ways to provide context to a place so rarely read about in English.


Poetry Society of America, December 5, 2019: “In Their Own Words: Pauline Fan on Kulleh Grasi”.

Today’s poem

For the month of November, we’re presenting one poem from Kulleh Grasi’s Tell Me, Kenyalang every day. On the 1st of the month, you get the first poem. On the 2nd, you get the second. No poem shall appear before its day. Update: Because everyone liked this so much, we're letting this go for a while longer! Who knows what will happen if there are more days in a month than there are poems in this book!

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Kulleh Grasi has channeled “the rhythms from sebayan, / qasidahs from bunian” to bring us the “fragrance of paradise” of his native Sarawak, the place at the heart of his akui-self that springs forth from the Sea Dayak longhouse community (“leaf of the world”) like a Kalang deer and suffuses his poetry with Iban myths, sensual beauty, ancestral bonds, dreams, and the songs of trees, birds, river, and sun-rain. Pauline Fan’s finely woven pua-kumbu translation comes to us as a blessing from kenyalang’s beak.

Jeffrey Yang

If you need a reason to believe in the value of translation, here are thirty. Pauline Fan’s versions of Kulleh Grasi’s poems teach Malay and Iban to English. Translation changes us, into and out of languages, thankfully, because without it we might not know what it is like to be young and full of myth, music, and meaning in Malaysia. This multilingual voice sounds like it’s from right now, because it is.

Paul Legault

The vitality of poetry hides in its secret veins, from which the unordinary — words, images, dreams — spout and sparkle.
 Kulleh Grasi’s verses affirm this and Pauline’s translation gives them a poetic rebirth.
 There are many instances of enchantment in this collection of poems. As I see it, in Kulleh Grasi’s pieces Malay poetry finds its “minor literature” (in the Deleuzian sense)— as they create idioms that slip away from the confine of identity (“deterritorialized”) and are linked with issues of finding a voice within a language that is both alien and familiar. The poems stammer, as it were, and disrupt the typically linear, narrative-bound verses in mainstream Malaysian poetry.
 What a gift.

Goenawan Mohamad