Praise of High Noon and the Body
With the help of distant or departed interlocutors, the work meditates on how we lose and find ourselves again through travel, bringing the news of war to the front lawn – Pasha’s poetry speaks crisp commonsense to the robbed spectre of death and memory.
The Express Tribune, Momina Sibtain
In the South Asian context, ‘woman poet’ is all too often a title claimed by simple appeal to physiognomy and asserted through conformity with the dictionary of a feminist cliché. Kyla Pasha is among the exception to this norm, who work to earn their title. She crafts her way through the labyrinth of language, attending sensitivity to the image and cadence, the murmur of several tongues; if her ear is tuned to the intimate tremors of the heart, it also records the epic turbulences both of South Asia and a world in ecological and political meltdown.
Ranjit Hoskote