Rain in Panopticon

 

 

  

 

  Welcome to Panopticon

 

  

Panopticon: “Symbol and instrument of constant surveillance, it assured the automatic application of power by rendering the prisoner perpetually visible, since the overseers could not be seen, the inmates became their own guards – the ideal of a carceral society.” [The Cambridge Companion to Foucault]

 

Rain in Panopticon

Finally the monsoon arrived in Panopticon too

Putting an end to the sweltering heat

That made us all nutty smutty insane

45 degree Celsius over a month is too much

Even for the Boss’s air-conditioner

 

Summer kept us mad, boiling

The blood in our veins, mixing

Memory and desire, stirring

The numb souls with spite and covetousness

 

The Boss’s stooges stood in the watchtower

With telescopes cocked in every direction

Spying every move in Panopticon

Recording every voice

Reporting everything

 

The Boss’s orders assumed various forms

Car tyres stood punctured in the mornings

Letters of threats were issued in the days

Chains were stretched across certain paths

Madness rose in the veins

And longed for the rains

 

Finally the monsoon arrived in Panopticon too.

 

For more info on Panopticon, please log on to: http://www.cla.purdue.edu/academic/engl/theory/newhistoricism/modules/foucaultcarceralmainframe.html

 

Acknowledgement: The illustrations are plagiarised from Foucault for Beginners, Orient Longman.

 

 

Discipline in Panopticon
Discipline in Panopticon

The Boss of Panopticon

 

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8 Responses to Rain in Panopticon

  1. Aram says:

    Dear Sir,
    The poem was as awesome as can be!!
    Such a wonderful plot of ideas!!
    I am able to understand every emotion in the poem…
    Maybe its coz I had seen it with my own eyes in touching distance!!
    As always am inspired by ur writing 🙂

    rgds,
    aram 🙂

  2. i never knew it rains blood outside the panopticon, of my own making.

  3. feddabonn says:

    very nicely written. i like how accessible this poem is, and the detailed explanation for the bit of jargon that *is used. particularly love these lines:

    Summer kept us mad, boiling
    The blood in our veins, mixing
    Memory and desire, stirring
    The numb souls with spite and covetousness

    hope to see more!

  4. matheikal says:

    Fedabonn, thanks for the comment. I must admit that the lines you liked so much are an imitation of T S Eliot’s lines in the immortal poem, The Waste Land.

  5. feddabonn says:

    i have a notoriously short attention span, and never managed to get round to reading the wasteland. just checked it (the first part) out now, and i see what you mean. in which case there is something else i really appreciate-the remix!

  6. matheikal says:

    feddabonn, remix? hahaha. That’s quite interesting. Anyway, welcome to another blog of mine on The Waste Land.
    Listen to the Thunder: http://matheikal.sulekha.com/blog/post/2009/03/listen-to-the-thunder.htm

  7. Sagar says:

    Hello sir,
    I read your mail. Hope you are enjoying your time at the hostel.
    I read your poem and found it quiet interesting.

  8. feddabonn says:

    @thunder: sorry to be responding here, but i don’t have a sulekha id. loved the piece (am i beginning to sound like a start struck teen?). loved the interplay between current affairs and exposition(?) of a poem. would be glad to see more like that! maybe i *should read the poem.

    @catcher in the rye: in comparison to the thunder piece, at least, thought you could do a better job. no specific complaint, just a general feeling of not-quite-there-ness. was/is a brilliant book.

    @remix: ah, remixes are quite respectable now, you know!

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