Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring’d legend haunt about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal – yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy’d,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy’d,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead’st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e’er return.
O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say’st,
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,” – that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Weathered
a bit grateful
a bit humble
a bit proud
unashamed
judging not,
at last.
Me?
Whatchyouwant my picture for?
By minimizing the background, Baker’s recent work reminds me of Michelangelo’s unfinished sculptures, the figures trapped in the stone. His main figure is amazing in this. Please click on the image to enlarge. The stark realism of the figure with the background so finely sketched gives the figure of Henry the effect of singular notice. It’s almost like the background is the stone and the figure is trapped in the paper. This gives Henry a singular notice also. The drawing is of Henry and who he is and who he represents to the viewer; character, perseverance, singularity, uniqueness. It is Henry, and Henry alone who was important in that room!
Art by Kyle Baker Poem and comment by David Michael Jackson
the 3/28/15 Janet Kuypers show “Journey” (with John playing guitar) at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera), of 14 poem readings about her mother
the 3/28/15 Janet Kuypers show “Journey” (with John playing guitar) at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon Power Shot video camera), of 14 poem readings about her mother
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of cry for me (with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of cry for me (with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon Power Shot video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of Story Telling (part one) (a portion of her 2006 poem Story Telling, with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of Story Telling (part one) (a portion of her 2006 poem Story Telling, with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon Power Shot video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of It Hurts in the Bones (2015 edit) (with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of It Hurts in the Bones (2015 edit) (with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon Power Shot video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of Your Soul is Shaking (with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of Your Soul is Shaking (with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon Power Shot video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of Listening to the Cancer Ads (with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of Listening to the Cancer Ads (with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon Power Shot video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of Reduced To Now (an edit of her 2006 poem This Is What It’s Reduced To Now, with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of Reduced To Now (an edit of her 2006 poem This Is What It’s Reduced To Now, with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon Power Shot video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of final rally (2015 edit) (an edit of her 2006 poem Final Rally, with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of final rally (2015 edit) (an edit of her 2006 poem Final Rally, with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon Power Shot video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of Seven Ten, Seven Twenty (with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of Seven Ten, Seven Twenty (with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon Power Shot video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of the Messenger (2015 edit) (an edit of her 2006 poem The Messenger, with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of the Messenger (2015 edit) (an edit of her 2006 poem The Messenger, with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon Power Shot video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of Knelt and Cried (with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of Knelt and Cried (with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon Power Shot video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of A Little Angel Inside (with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of A Little Angel Inside (with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon Power Shot video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of Story Telling (the end) (the end of her 2006 poem Story Telling, with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of Story Telling (the end) (the end of her 2006 poem Story Telling, with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon Power Shot video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of extinct on planet earth (with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera)
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See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of extinct on planet earth (with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon Power Shot video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of old school and high-tech monuments (with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera)
See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of old school and high-tech monuments (with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon Power Shot video camera)
See YouTube video of the haiku poem reading by Janet Kuypers of Lucille Ann to make a Vine video in the middle of her poem reading for old school and high-tech monuments (with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon fs200 video camera)
See YouTube video of the haiku poem reading by Janet Kuypers of Lucille Ann to make a Vine video in the middle of her poem reading for old school and high-tech monuments (with John playing guitar) in her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed with a Canon Power Shot video camera)
See Vine video of Janet Kuypers reading her twitter-length haiku Lucille Ann as a looping JKPoetryVine video (with John playing guitar) during her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed on a Samsung smart phone)
See Vine video of Janet Kuypers reading her twitter-length haiku Lucille Ann as a looping JKPoetryVine video as practice hours before her 3/28/15 show “Journey” at Sisters on a Journey in Hyde Park in Chicago (filmed on a Samsung smart phone)
Chintz
Tambourine clash
Smash (music)
A piping wail
Hoots
Day of the Cars
A graze of grass sheep
Hedgerow making a hegemonic skyline
Wires cutting clouds
Wonky dyke drive in
Nettle Eureka
Stacks without smoke
Wrought iron window -
Blurs a face in pastel blue.
Day of the Crane
Rocks the hill
Lateral this time
Just cross over
Chevron bypass
The high street's as empty as the daytime
Every where's empty even out back
The sky, the trees with no leaves
Noticeable about the playground
The sand
Following the big black glass
At the transport station – I walk into you.
The skull in the bramble's
Picked clean by scavengers
Old before your time.
A selfie on the road
Skull time is skull time
Smashed in a white torrent rolls
A giant shining black trunk
Cactus wave, nod, interested observers.
Now's for the winding
Next, you'll dry up
But now the lagoon is – action.
You're so pretty squatting amongst the rocks
Which keep their own rites
Remember how clean you look in the forest
Nobody's like you.
Look down, i'll look up.
Back again, every where's deserted
Kinda eerie
There's a fence between me, the rest.
Dense foliage. Smoke on the horizon
The enclosures are the worst
Because they look like the best then get you.
Blow sky
Don't diminish more
I can scarcely keep you in.
A high nest on the lowlands
Here come the Imaginals.
Watch my stick.
Into the mouth of the cave's roar
A flood freeze
Does time freeze, flood or fall?
Nosey Chico.
Perspectives unfold
Nice profile
Chewed up most of that.
Day of the Crane
Rock cleaver. Leveller.
Beauty keep your eyes shut
Where's it gone
Oh shit
Rotate baby
Suspicious, wandering abroad without visible
Means of support.
A white cathedral
In a city through the trees with leaves
Who could ask for anything more
Skip along
Moonlight through the pines
Hogey. Cakes. Nifty. Hooded.
Get the picture!
There's something about moss
Life's tough
Short cuts are stressful, as well
Out in, in out
That's landscape cheating in the original!
Repetition is not completion.
Say panter not panther
I'm in saliva
Wrangle, tangle
I bear witness to your fall
Helpless before your might
It's your deal.
Coming back, it's still deserted
Day of the Crane.
Day of the Car
Hood into the snow
Much time spent waiting
Come over here sweetheart.
After the bath
Night lights. Skyline a selfie. Scarfed.
We come in peace – so what!
Grotesque obelisks – endure us
It's just days for you!
A portrait will do
On the street, no one meets
first one, last one, beggar man, thief
Fame as we all know is an illusion,
What's upstream?
Day of the Imaginals.
Share, share alike
who's pulling who?
Deserted again
Framed.
A solitary mister
On the look out in the lowlands
Halfway bridge, cross both ways
Under the arches
Just a step, careful -
Upstream, downstream, in the stream, where!
That's it, stand in the middle.
Rain drops, bird shit
Fractals in summertime
Who's lost?
In the circumference, on the periphery
Roll,
Primroses wild in a meadow sweet straw hat
Arms akimbo
She, he munching the same cud.
Moving on is a must
The great, the small huddle
Stone, - paper in the solarium.
Day of the Crazy Carnival,
Flags, crucifixes
Pattern soliloquy with a dazzle
but the antennae steal the show
in an odds on – hurrah!
Lotus versus lilies, splatter the pane
As magic appears again, in a sliced frame.
A saloon's interior – plus furnishings
A dilapidated roof where the green abounds
Weather matters in the symmetry.
Footpath. Wind generator. Harvested field
Fern
On the way she pirouettes on air, there
To the Pond
Fish, fishermen
An hour ago
Temporary emergency
Closure
3 ways to nowhere
Pay Here
Go green at the Pond
Day of the Pond.
White mannequins in high window
A getting wed celebration
Shot on location, city in a window
According to law.
Story of a dog, what follows on
High rise, she poses in a garden of roses
Frog at Pool Farm
Do not touch
Danger overhead. Loose dogs on patrole.
Pick your own here, at a price.
It's an unnatural dead end
A National Trust cul de sac
Back at the farm – a fine day
To grow, property.
Leftover tractor's out
a world war relic
an outlaw, unwanted in every land.
A 30 foot the wind generator
Heralds the patchwork downs
Behind the field the battery foreclosure
Non-giving slopes, scrub
A fine day for what, unrelenting power!
Everybody knows reflection deceives
Water lilies, moor-hens
Sunken branches in their shadows
Are all in their boundaries
Layers of surfaces where we drown in shine
across on the peripheral horizon
In attendant regard they stay in non committal
stares on the edges of muddy banks.
So expensive – Monumentals
Shoppers in displays. Christmas trees
Identifiable by their electric coronas.
Streets are ghosts
Mew in the park
Stay, forever stray.
Coffee table bird time
Perch which-a-way
You peek that-a-way
I'll peek this-a-way
Look straight up.
More monuments
Inside crinkly colours
Embalmed in sweets
Outside more ghosts
Even with the ladder
You carry to climb out from
Where the shadows carry you.
Clipped in a mirror on a silver stair
A sectional action recorded
In a space time bloc
Whose being had!
Tombstone blues on the pavements
Bull fights – Bull shit
Make my day.
Paper floats as air boats
Hanging besides the stair
Clock on the wall
Locked door
Glass walls
Sit in the New Gardens
Paper refreshments, art décor
All the world's a collage
On your doorstep
On the polished wooden bench
Where you mustn't die
On this occasion in the Arcade.
Lest we forget
Time branches in the mist
A mix of entropies.
Artifice in perspective
From a high window watch the queue
In the rain paying to go in.
I'll watch you walk out
Follow your backs
Against the back of the day
A day's visit down river, bank bikes
Cathedral caught in a glimpse
Between trees
Instanced in a stacked stance
The barges being for the other.
Under the bridge again
Cat on the roof, (Black)
There was a plague
A multitude in pastiche
Heads up everywhere
Old Masters eternally retouched
Ghosts forever young, where we fade.
Offices to let
Sitting out history on the lawn
Where no birds sing, a few pigeons
Alms at the Workhouse, hard times
Every tower aspiring sweetly like a flower.
Sheer in carved stone it looms before its minions
Inside the double white non parking line
We stand around between pickets
In the name of tyranny.
To see or not to see, mere mereness of distortion
As if the far side were the other side. As if
One step were an inexorable impossible reach
Not to its impossibility but to serve only ruins.
Daytime is a sham of inverted symmetry.
Beyond the blur
It glows down the strand
Hidden in foreclosure
A gem gleams.
On crowded sunny days
Heroic kudos to their statues
On a deserted place by night
A glittering cone of light
A winter festal. Emptiness.
A grey bell tower chimes the hour
Adds a person in less than a minute.
Bubbles beneath the surface
Amazing amber in golden silt
The hazes are in flight
Bridle the day
Growth, overgrowth is not so lush
Wreckage of our spoil
A poisoned banquet for all
But for a day.
We must peer down
There's room in the street for us
The ultimate consummation
Hunger is a cause
Try it side on – both
The wood's laid out in plan
Round another magic bend
Behold, Day of the Plague.
Access to the land is denied
Use your wristwatch after arrival
Don't look now - it's behind you
At last form, lilac on the hill
Time to pose.
Lets try it in reverse
Turn twice, above us only bell
How picturesque, the large
By the wayside, which side are you on?
A relic of yore, want to play?
No exit from the bus stop
Is this an argument for sufficient reason?
Almost spot on
Suddenly it's lilac again
Whose playing anyway?
Another time
Close up you fall but shouldn't
Close close the water waits
Waits more still, the whichaway sign
Advances the retreat.
A garden of your own
Tooth in claw after all
No where’s safe.
What's that
A workhouse turned theatre
Burlesque in a cartoon charade
Civilisation is never far away
Just round the corner in fact
Follow the path you can't get lost
Names name names.
It will have to do
It's choice after all, isn't it.
Either the sky or us
Take your pick
Is it a UFO or the government.
Only the downs sing on
Caught up pointing nowhere
A place from before
On the crown of its own desolation.
Meanwhile on a broken wing
Clouds tangle with the moon's moment
A sufficient distortion of fact.
Robin Ouzman Hislop was an Editor at the 12 year running on line monthly poetry journal Poetry Life & Times, now at Artvilla.com, as its Editor. He has made many appearances over the last years in the quarterly journals Canadian Zen Haiku, including In the Spotlight Winter 2010 & Sonnetto Poesia. Previously published in international magazines, his recent publications include Voices without Borders Volume 1 (USA), Cold Mountain Review, Appalachian University N Carolina,The Poetic Bond Series, available at The Poetic Bond and Phoenix Rising from the Ashes an Anthology of Sonnets. He has recently completed a volume of poetry, All the Babble of the Souk , publication now available. He is currently resident in Spain engaged in poetry translation projects.
Music Direction and Arrangement by Shri Neel Ranjan Mukherjee
Project conceptualization and Art Direction by Sangeeta Majumder.
Shiva-Parvati Stuti, a special performance.
Music by Shri Neel Ranjan Mukherjee
Tabla by Shri Zuheb Ahmed Khan
This is the one and only musical group in the world which is an exclusive venture presenting ‘Kathak’ , a North Indian Classical Dance and ‘Hawaiian guitar’ , a lap slide guitar from Hawaiian Islands , simultaneously on the same stage complementing each other.……
Born in the family of academicians and business persons in the City of Joy, Kolkata, Sangeeta Majumder is the first generation in her family who chose her career in the field of kathak dance. This exceptionally talented and creative danseuse is presently practicing in the prime institution of India of the legendary kathak Maestro and the world’s most celebrated Kathak Guru Padmavibhushan Pandit Birju Maharaj, named ‘KALASHRAM’, New Delhi, under the guidance of Pandit Deepak Maharaj, she has also been fortunate to learn from Pandit Ram Mohan Maharaj in the famous institution Sriram Bharatiya Kala Kendra, New Delhi, India. Though, learning in guru-shishya parampara since many years she is a First Class Master Degree holder in Kathak Dance from Punjabi University, Patiala and Diploma with Distinction in ‘Kathak’ from ‘Chandigarh University’. This multi-faceted young dancer also holds a Master Degree in English from ‘University of Calcutta’.
As Martha Graham said “Dance is the hidden language of the soul” ― this passionate kathak dancer has spell a charm by depicting the soulful language with her extremely beautiful facial expression and graceful body movements of Lucknow Gharana . Her vibrant style of dancing illustrates a promising dancer of this gharana with the blessings of her gurus and audiences in a very small span of time. “Ability to move effortlessly from one character to another in split of seconds has helped her in winning over the applauses of the audiences.”
Her deep involvement, commitment and awareness towards society accelerated her to an endeavour ‘STRINGS N STEPS’. This is an NGO, registered under society act, situated in New Delhi, India. This is a cultural group which promotes and teaches the children (from the grass root level of the society) music and dance and makes them aware of Art, Culture & strong heritage of India. She is the General Secretary of Strings N Steps. She organises ‘STRINGS N STEPS FESTIVAL’ in New Delhi every year. This gives a platform to the little budding artists to perform with the established stars from Indian Classical field. This is a huge inspirational effort as a responsible artist of the society. It has another important aspect. ‘Strings N Steps’ is the one and only musical group in the world which is an exclusive venture presenting ‘Kathak’ and ‘Hawaiian guitar’ simultaneously on the same stage complementing each other. This is an amalgamation of Hindustani Classical dance supplemented by Western instrument playing Hindustani Raga by famous musician of India Shri Neel Ranjan Mukherjee (prime disciple of legendary Sitar maestro Padmabhushan Pandit Debu Chaudhuri), and Internationally acclaimed Tabla Wizard Ustad Akram Khan, supported by other instruments played by the musicians of international repute.(COPY RIGHT RESERVED). She aims to carry on her research work on Indian classical Music and Dance in this era of globalization. Another remarkable work Kathak-Hawaiian Guitar-Vocal trio named Sangam, which has been performed perhaps for first time in India.
This young dancer organizes different kinds of charitable cultural events in different parts of India to popularize traditional music and dance amongst the masses in her own way by sponsoring the disadvantaged artists with grants. She has organised this kind of programs in Jharkhand in July ’13, in Kathmandu, Nepal (2013), West Bengal in Jan ’14, with the financial support from ‘Strings N Steps’.
She has conducted workshops in different leading schools of India like Delhi Public School, DAV Public School (organised by Sahitya Kala Parishad, Government of National Capital Territory of Delhi) , Pragati Public School, Navyug School, New Delhi to name a few. Her choreography for Bani Vidya Mandir won the award for the performance in All Bengal Inter School Competition, organised by West Bengal Government ’07. She had got privilege to conduct workshop with Vidushi Mamta Maharaj in Punjab Kala Bhawan, Chandigarh. She has assisted Pandit Ram Mohan Maharaj in the choreography for Republic Day Parade in the front of the former President of India Smt. Pratibha Devi Singh Patil and other distinguished guests in the year 2011.
Recently, Sangeeta has been awarded with ‘Roll of Honour’ from Government College for Girls, Punjabi University, Patiala, Punjab ‘15. She has been felicitated by Padma Bhushan Awardee Pandit Debu Chaudhuri in ‘Ustad Mushtaq Ali Khan Festival ’14. She is also the recipient of the very prestigious Award of Uttar Pradesh Sangeet Natak Academy Yuva Puraskar in the Competition in Kathak for securing first position, ‘13. She has been honoured to receive the felicitation from Padma Vibhushan Awardee Pandit Birju Maharaj in the Graduation Ceremony of Kalashram for securing second position ’12. She has held the First position in Kathak from Sur-O-Taal, Pracheen Kala Kendra ‘07. Recognition and the Title ‘Nritya Gaurav’ and Pride of Kolkata were given to her by Award Council of India, Lucknow in the year 2012. She has also received National recognition “Meera Award” in the year 2009 for the ‘Excellence in Kathak dance’ from Agra, Uttarpradesh. She has performed for National Television Channel Doordarshan , New Delhi and Kolkata in various events. She has been acknowledged for his spirited movements in festivals like World Dance Day, Festival organised by Kalashram & ICCR, New Delhi, Patna Mahotsav , Vasant Utsav, Holi Utsav, Ballet Festival by Sriram Bharatiya Kala Kendra, New Delhi, Noida Shilpotsav, Uttar Pradesh. She has performed for many reputed organisation, Universities and performing institutions in different cities of Punjab, Haryana, West Bengal, Andhra Pradesh in India and in Dubai, Sharjah (United Arab Emirates), Kathmandu (Nepal), Dhaka (Bangladesh). Performance for Indian Council For Cultural Relations Bhopal Chapter and Bhubaneshwar Chapter, for Navarasam, Culicut, Kerala in association with Ministry of Culture and Sangeet Natak Academy. In the year 2013 she has been appointed as the online and visiting Kathak faculty member of Saaz-O-Awaz, Academy of Indian Music, Toronto, Canada. This year she has been invited to Buenos Aires, Argentina to conduct workshops and give performances. She has been also fortunate to be invited to perform and represent India as Cultural Ambassador in India-Maldives Friendship Festival, FAIM in Male, Maldives.
Sangeeta is currently running a Music, Dance and general education school in Kolkata named Kalasangam and she teaches Kathak many students in India and as well as in abroad . Her pleasant mind and personality reflect in her dance presentation on stage and completes her as one of the most sparkling Kathakas for her solo performances. Her decorative performances made her as a role model to the younger students of her genre. She is a regular faculty of Kathak Dance in UMAK Institute for Performing Arts (Institute of Padma Bhushan Pandit Debu Chaudhri). Recently she was interviewed by All India Radio, National channel titled “Stri Shakti” and “Mulakatein” for her achievements. She has been featured in Hindustan Times, The Telegraph, The Statesman, Dainik Jagran and other leading newspapers along with some of online web magazines.
Not only, Sangeeta practices her Kathak dance but she has a special interest to learn Indian classical music and learnt vocal under the able guidance of renowned guru Charanjit Soni in Shriram Bharatiya Kala Kendra. Sangeeta manifested her versatility as a commercial model and TV anchor. There is a popular saying “Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.” by Voltaire inspires her. She has also learnt Bharatnatyam, kathakali, Manipuri these other classical dance forms along with Salsa, waltz, jazz and many more to have a knowledge and keeping herself up-to-date name a few.
In her words: “Artists should be the virtuous soul who will be dedicating themselves to cultivate new life in the field of music and society.
“Kathak needs lots of sacrifices, hard work, and pain too. Kathak is not just a North Indian Classical Dance form; it’s a doctrine of life!”