Tamil Tiger parade in in Killinochchi, 2002. Wikimedia commons

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Seven years in the past, on a cold fall weekend in London, I wandered into an Oxfam second-hand bookshop in Walthamstow together with a person I used to be starting to know, starting to fall in love with. Within the poetry part’s top-right nook, I pulled out a replica of Lovers and Comrades. I confirmed it to him (lover, comrade) and we exchanged a figuring out smile. What’s that about? he requested. I learn aloud the subtitle: Girls’s resistance poetry from Central America. That appears fascinating, he stated. It was revealed by The Girls’s Press. On its entrance web page was the straightforward inscription, to my lover and comrade, June ‘97. The ebook, edited by Amanda Hopkinson, had itself been revealed in 1989.

I used to be 5 years outdated at the moment and the Indian Peace Holding Power was nonetheless occupying Tamil Eelam. I used to be too younger to grasp what was meant by the phrase “rape,” however sufficiently old to grasp that the Indian Military was doing unhealthy issues to Tamil girls and kids. That was additionally the time when Eelam Tamil girls began becoming a member of the Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam (LTTE) in droves–so each time we heard a narrative of such-and-such atrocities towards girls, we additionally heard, fairly often in the identical breath, that ladies have been combating again, donning fight gear and taking over AK-47s. These have been the decisive years when a number of Tamil individuals in India, realizing there was no approach out, determined to rally behind the Tigers, and determine with the armed Tamil liberation battle.

That ebook I used to be holding in Walthamstow all of the sudden appeared equally explosive with historical past, with an armed battle from elsewhere, with its personal girls guerrilla poets. I vividly bear in mind these loops of thought, simply as I bear in mind a deep disappointment and estrangement that I couldn't articulate. How may I inform him, lover-comrade, what it meant to develop up within the shadow of a second-hand battle, with poster-size footage of Tamil Tigers? How may I inform him of the girl-love I felt in direction of the very dashing, very good-looking Tiger combatants, women and men alike? articulate this lifeblood, this thirst, this reminiscence? He was, he's, white, European, Francophone: worlds, worlds, worlds away. It was, it's, a void between us. I bear in mind pondering, as I took his hand in mine and we stepped into the road, possibly poetry—poetry, sometime. That approach, we wouldn’t be seen as warring, as bloody, as strife-torn, however as individuals who cherished, individuals who have been romantic, individuals who solely dreamed of a greater future.

I used to be not a stranger to that longing, holding that ebook, promising myself I'd put collectively one thing comparable with the poetry of ladies combating with the Tamil Tigers, within the hope of being higher understood. That was what I had been doing in a lot of my writing: taking issues that rattled me (the Kilvenmani bloodbath), shake or shock me (home violence), make a fighter out of me (Tamil Tigers, Liberation Panthers) and smuggling them into English, and excessive artwork. As if that may validate my existence, my struggles, and people issues that gave which means and objective to my life.

That's maybe the place the thought for this addition to Guernica’s Feminine Fighter sequence began: in unwritten phrases, within the unbridgeable distance between two lovers.

We despatched out a name for submissions in search of poetry from feminine guerrillas, resistance fighters, and militants. The poems that we sought didn't belong to the “poetry of witness,” which Carolyn Forche, within the anthology Towards Forgetting, labeled a literary artwork the place “the poem’s witness isn't a recounting, isn't mimetic narrative, isn't political confessionalism,” or just an act of reminiscence. We sought poems that went past the testimonial of their blatant embrace of polemic. Responses to the decision uncovered the wealthy custom of poetry by feminine fighters: submissions and proposals about Mariana Yonusg Blanco, who participated within the Nicaraguan liberation motion within the 1970s; Criselda Lobo (aka Sandra Ramirez), ex-guerrilla poet, now Congresswoman for the FARC; Commandante Yesenia, lively within the ELN (Nationwide LIberation Military) in Colombia; Zimbabwe’s Freedom Tichaona Nyamubaya, who fought within the Mozambique liberation battle; song-poems by girls who fought within the Crimson Guard within the Finnish civil battle; nameless Maoist poets in India; Lorena Barros and Aida F Santos from the Philippines; and the poetry of Anna Swir (aka Anna Swirszczynska), a resistance fighter within the Warsaw Rebellion; amongst many, many others.

In the long run, we determined to function 5 feminine fighter poets from three international locations: Captain Vaanathi, Captain Kasturi, and Adhilatchumi from the Tamil Tigers; Lil Milagro Ramirez from El Salvador, who was a founding member of one of many first guerrilla organizations that may finally grow to be the Farabundo Marti Nationwide Liberation Entrance; and Nibha Shah, who was an lively fighter within the Nepali Maoist ranks.

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The obliterary facet of battle—the person being subsumed underneath the collective, the pressing want for anonymity (past self-protection, to allow the protection of 1’s household), the precise act of taking up a brand new life as an rebel—manifests in how little biographical element we've in regards to the feminine Tiger poets. Their literary/inventive/political outputs seem underneath their noms de guerre. Biographical particulars grow to be sparse, sketchy. What's verifiable, and inside the remit of the prevailing archival work, are their publications, their dates of demise, and the army operation that price them their lives.

Writing in her introduction to Vaanathiyin Kavithaigal, a set of Captain Vaanathi’s poems, Jeya, main the Girls’s Entrance (Magalir Munnani) of the LTTE, remembers getting launched to her work whereas first listening to the poet learn a poem on the Tamil political chief, martyr Thileepan, who fasted unto demise. Captain Vaanathi, writes Jeya, fought in a time with out bunkers, with out fortifications, and died at 27. Vaanathi encapsulates the power of the poet-fighter’s persona: “She stood as a girl, and fought as a Tiger.”

Captain Vaanathi and Captain Kasturi have been killed the identical day, on the identical battlefield. Their biographies every be aware: “Died on 11.07.1991 within the battle to seize Elephant Go, the bloodiest confrontation the LTTE had confronted to that time.” The Sri Lankan army base of Elephant Go was of strategic significance, linking the northern mainland, often known as the Vanni, with the Jaffna Peninsula.

The third Tamil poet, Aadhilatchmi Sivakumar, isn't solely a author, but additionally labored as a producer for the Voice of Tigers (Puligalin Kural), the Tigers’ radio program. Her poetry is clearly rooted inside the liberation motion, fighter-adjacent, clearly demarcating her personal place as a author inside the motion even whereas writing her associates on the entrance strains:

Every thing is now a dream
lots of my associates
are actually on the battleground.
Just a few of them, in graveyards.
Me alone, with a pen in hand, a poet.

My rationale for selecting these specific Tamil poems was not essentially to convey probably the most poetic, most romantic, or probably the most aesthetic mode—although the entire above exist inside their physique of labor. My very own bias as an editor comes from my feminist leanings, and my search inside their volumes for poems that have been explicitly political. As an Indian Tamil who helps the precise of self-determination for the individuals of Tamil Eelam, I additionally wished to make use of this venture of choice to indicate that the battle to assemble a nation of Tamil Eelam was emancipatory and liberatory—not solely invested within the necessity to safeguard the linguistic and cultural points of Tamil existence, however in forging a feminist, egalitarian, anti-imperialist lifestyle.

Within the work of Captain Vaanathi, we see that venture of nationwide liberation linked on to the liberation and emancipation of ladies, and an unabashed feminist agenda:

We'll construct the tomb
For ladies’s exploitation
We'll dig the graves
For society’s backward concepts.

In her poetry, changing into an armed combatant isn't about escaping oppression, however ending it.

Articulation of militancy, as enshrined and embodied in girls, presents a radical departure from conference. First, it's an intervention into the physique of battle poetry that historically exalts males and facilities their expertise, together with inside the Tamil poetic custom. Secondly, it alters our notion of the battleground—smashing the stereotype that it's a male protect—and it additionally dismantles the lazy, patriarchal perception that gallantry and valor are male, masculine traits.

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Battle poetry naturally suits into elegy-adjacent types, exhibiting a sure preoccupation and predisposition in direction of demise, each in eulogies to fallen comrades and within the poems that foretell, have a good time, or mark the approaching demise of the poet. We encounter recurrent imagery of graveyards, memorials, and burials within the poems of those combatants, as we do the hanging metaphor of the sowing of seeds. That is echoed within the work of Lil Milagro Ramirez when she writes The holes left by our lifeless should be crammed combating. It attests to the continuation and development of battle. This continuation isn't solely seen as a course of intrinsic to battle, however held out as a venture even inside literature and writing.

Continuing from this, it's inevitable that female-fighter poems resonate throughout cultures, languages, and struggles. Nibha Shah’s poem “Kaili” finds a definite parallel with Kasturi’s “Tea Baskets.” Whereas the latter attracts upon the exploitation of tea plantation employees within the south, and Nibha Shah’s poem personifies the lived actuality and battle of 1 younger, impoverished orphan lady known as Kaili, they each posit a revolutionary answer as a solution. Kasturi poses a rhetorical query:

When will there come a day,
the place, marching as fire-gods
they torch away their sufferings?

It's a query that finds a right away counterpart in Shah’s declarative:

From Kaili’s womb rises the revolution, inquilab,
Inquilab jindabaad.

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Does studying their poetry change the outward notion of feminine militants? On the outset, it challenges the predominant discourse that these girls have been merely brainwashed, pressured into bearing weapons. I'd argue that these feminine fighters used poems as instruments of political commentary, and that removed from being unwilling recruits, harmless recruits, helpless recruits, they have been aware of macropolitics—that their armed battle was going down within the context of an imperialist world order, of superpowers and international nations meddling of their affairs, and that there have been geopolitical concerns at play. Kasturi makes use of the shape and format of poetry to berate imperialist superpowers, writing: “Most frequently, your interventions / have left behind solely scorched earth.” Such a telescopic view is counter-balanced by an funding within the particular person, and within the micropolitical, as when Nibha Shah slyly asks, “Folks solely noticed the tree fall./ Who noticed the nest of the little chook fall?”

It's a shameful disservice to their liberation struggles if we cut back, limit, and flatten their discourse to a purely native context, to a query of language and territory. The liberty they envision isn't restricted to a specific place, or withheld by just one enemy.

Lil Milagro Ramirez writes that “Your fight identify / belongs in historical past.” To learn these poets is to reclaim their rightful historic area. To learn them collectively is to embark on a resistance venture, an try and undo imperialism’s blacklisting all of guerrilla actions underneath the punishing, isolating banner of terrorism. To learn these poets is to additionally remind ourselves that the techniques inside which we function as “progressive” writers are generally complicit with the identical capitalist and imperialist techniques which have allowed such voices and struggles to be annihilated. Whereas literature is keen to have a good time the writer as activist, its rarefied realm is rarely opened as much as the activist/fighter as writer.

Immersion within the battle, and a sense of aloneness as a author inside it, an inside-outside existence, is exemplified all through the work of female-fighter poets. It begs one to deal with the query—why poetry? With out succumbing to the inevitable comparability, of the pen and the sword, or its inverse, of energy flowing from the barrel of a gun—we've to permit the work of those poets to make clear how they noticed their writing within the context of their guerrilla exercise.

I urge readers right here to method their work as a critique of colonialism, occupation, the imperialist world order. I'd invite them to partake of what these feminine fighters are doing with poetry: Poetry as op-ed, poetry as resistance, poetry as a name to arms, and poetry as a name to poetry.

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