Two Poems by Sreekanth Kopuri

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Research Surrogacy
beware of the organ-trafficking of scholarship  
 
Saraswati for sale! 
 
It’s time she compromised 
 
but too sacred and fertile for 
the rising traffic of  proxies, 
 
we willingly queue for a ghost 
to replace our barrenness.
 
Ethics is replaced 
by Economics and 
ghost-written with
self-definitions of  
scholarly morality.   
 
Words-worths of originality 
dead and wordsmiths 
of necessity born into 
a Brave New World 
of mass compromises.
  
Today you are timed 
by career and the self 
is pledged to robotic 
systems that scalpel 
you to size and your
 
home waits for your love 
like those latchkey-children 
when you return in the evening
 
and like a thorn in flesh
tomorrow’s work slowly
creeps and pokes your thoughts
while you nestle in the warm and 
pending embraces of your family.
 
Now bonded and accountable
to the career that closes in, 
on the little infertile 
room of your own 
 
and as the brain’s too exhausted 
to conceive its children amidst
this binding loneliness you’re
pressed to resort to the fertility
and research centres that
 
have a multi-special faculty 
of qualified, trained and 
well-paid surrogates, midwives, 
and even mid-husbands – the 
professional transformers and terminators  
 
to labour, plagiarise, ghost  
and conceive a birth for you
 
double and triple peer-reviewed 
under an autonomy of 
doctors and doctored ethics
 
you must reach only “through a 
god-fatherly proper channel” – 
 
which ensures will mother,
Guide and supervise, you
to “right” persons who can
help process the tailor-ready
research thesis and papers. 
 
Your compromising voice 
then whispers a silent soliloquy: 
 
Once a scholar, 
you no longer belong 
to your gifted-self so
 
isn’t dependency 
better than pendency 
and be too late?
 
Remember the counter
-ethical- golden-thumb-rule: 
 
being a scholar, cultivate the 
art of undergoing the ordeal 
of being a tight-lipped dark
horse, patiently tightrope-
walking on the guided ropes 
scapegoating your gifted self 
at the avaricious altar of a 
ghosted subway blindly
giving your formal consents 
and promptly offering gifts 
and favours, greasing all the 
deft hands for smooth movement
in blind obedience till you are 
a doctor of ‘cut and paste’ philosophy
 
lest your ethical defiance will
be considered arrogant trespass
which may delay your course.  
 
The deal is mediated according 
to the intensity of your need.
 
May be a promotion, 
or revised pay scale!
 
The transplanted body 
of your ideas is permitted 
to have its choicest anatomy 
but at the end should stand
only on the Chicago, MLA, 
APA or AMA styled crutches.
 
May be no fruit is forbidden
anymore! Since God is ‘Dog’ged
by our hardened conscience, now
 
it’s not only an idle man’s brain
that’s a devils workshop but
a busy, infertile brain as well, that 
can make a heaven out of hell.
 
All is fair not only in 
war and love but in 
becoming a paid co-parent
as well, to a brain child
parenting a co-authorship 
with two, three sometimes 
even four-more, 
 
mothered by a ghost-writer and 
fathered by Artificial intelligence!
 
The research surrogacy now 
ratified by the scientific, and  
Scopus-indexed plutocracy.
 
The modus operandi is 
of Socialism but the spirit 
belongs to Capitalist dictates.
 
Feathering the caps with
a legion of phenomenal births,
elsewhere wades of crisp bank notes
golden iPhones, diamonds, laptops 
and of course needy women,  
 
shift hands of intellectual lapdogs 
in the intercontinental hotels 
for an A ++ Grade for a 
deemed to be capitalist university 
of well-feathered nests 
that puts on the Marxist mask 
and a Communist voice. 
 
A spirit of compromise
has already been vaccinated
into the sedated veins of  
the post-modern society.
 
The only second nature 
you need is, be a roman 
when you’re in Rome,
 
and be true to the 
reconstituted amendments 
 
blind your conscience,
convince, re-educate its
out-dated moralities and 
then consistently self-rhetorize: 
 
What though the 
conscience be lost
All is not lost!
 
While the plagiarists 
are the law-givers and 
research moguls of surrogacy 
that frigidize your fertility 
in this terminal world 
of obsolete ethics;
 
the ghostless writers of 
non-artificial intelligence 
become mere poetic-onlookers
 
looking for the stuttering 
figures of speech that shy away 
from the undressed reality 
etherised on the ghost-writer’s 
plagiarised table. 
 
And the pen that was once
mightier than the sword 
is blunted now gets
sheepishly confined 
to a breadless reality 
of a cobwebbed future. 
 
PS: Ghost-writing, large scale plagiarism, commercialisation of research and publication, corruption at the hierarchy, have defiled the moral fabric and sanctity of academics and research. All this mass treachery has profaned the emblem of Saraswathi. 

 
 
Soft-Wearing
 
How weary stale, flat and unprofitable
seem to me all the uses of this world 
– Hamlet
 
We are chips 
chipped off 
discs of
transmigrated souls 
less in the weight of love.
 
“What’s up?” asks 
my grandmother.
“Whatsapp” i say.
That’s all we live for.
 
A new learning puts us 
at a dangerous ease
crushing the dreams 
of life under heavy 
digital missions of mind  
in the gullies of the 
metropolitan trash cans.
 
Brains drain out 
in the confluence 
of brain drain.
 
Miles away the soil 
moans with pain
where the womb 
of love travels 
the road that leads 
to the larger rooms
of senility where even 
lovemaking is digitalised.

 

About the Author

Sreekanth Kopuri is an Indian poet from Machilipatnam. He is the Current poetry editor for The AutoEthnographer Journal Florida, Writer in Residence, Athens and a Professor of English. He was a Pushcart Nominee for his poem “Coffeying the Day into the Song of Solomon” for 2023. He physically recited his poetry in Oxford, John Hopkins, Heinrich Heine, Caen, Banja Luka, Gdanski and many universities. His poems appeared in Two Thirds North, Arkansas Review, A Honest Ulsterman, San Antonio Review, Chicago Memory House, Tulsa Review, Digging Press Journal, Expanded Field, South Broadway Journal, Contrapuntos, Untethered Review, A New Ulster, Vayavya, American Diversity Report, Plants & Poetry, Burrow, Rational Creature, Nebraska Writers Guild, Poetry San Jose, Oddball Magazine, to mention a few. His book Poems of the Void was the winner of Golden Book of the year 2022. Kopuri was deeply influenced by Jayanta Mahapatra’s poetry.