Tuesday, February 5, 2013

After Shocks poet Rachel Tzvia Back
in U.S. Lecture, Reading Series This Month

Rachel Tzvia Back, who lives in Galilee, will deliver lectures and readings in several cities in the U.S. this month under the title “On Language, Lies, and Truth-telling: An Israeli Poet’s Perspective.” She will be reading from all of her collections, including her most recent: A Messenger Comes from Singing Horse Press

Her earlier collections are Azimuth (Sheep Meadow, 2001), The Buffalo Poems (Duration Press, 2003),and On Ruins & Return: Poems 1999-2005 (Shearsman Boks, 2007). Three of her poems appeared in After Shocks: The Poetry of Recovery for Life-Shattering Events

Ms. Back will deliver her lecture and reading in Scottsdale, Arizona, on Wednesday, Feb. 13, at 7:00PM at Temple Kol Ami, 15030 N 64th St., Scottsdale, AZ 85254. There is no charge.

Ms. Back will also deliver her lecture and reading at The University of Miami, Tuesday, February 19, with a reception at 7:00 PM, lecture and reading at 7:30 PM, both at the Wesley Gallery, 1210 Stanford Drive (across from Lowe Art Museum), Miami, Florida. The lecture and reading are presented by The Department of English and The Sue and Leonard Miller Center for Contemporary Judaic Studies.

A sample poem from A Messenger Comes by Rachel Tzvia Back

Lamentation

          (for my father, on his dying)

(1)

In worded a world
how broken
from beginning:

sunburst and blossoms all
subterfuges
of creation ruses

of beauty –
fragrant thicket no less
complicit:

we exist
in a shattered vessel
shards at our bare feet –

Someone’s mother cries out
Stand still or
you’ll get hurt
– and

you try hard in the slivered
moment
not to move.

(2)

Day asks: What does it matter
putting this anticipated
loss

on the page our
un-readiness
for imagined emptiness

of after –
why
direct half-

worded sorrow to tell
his tale or
your own

inked in another – it's
just another
loss what

does it matter
it has always been
already

shattered –
Day asks
then asks again.

(3)

Because what
can be said?
In the end

the spoken stands
with bare spindly arms
around

its unspoken
brother what
fear

fastens
with tight knots to
your ravaged throat so

what you do
speak is always
poor and pale

shadows
of what
you do not.

(4)

You are dying.

But you do not say so
we do not say –
together

in steadfast
not-saying
alone

the winds orbit
echoing inner chambers where we
linger in

your researching
options thick
folders of studies

long letters to the scattered
family reports
of shifting numbers

platelets and neutrophiles
knotted
defiance of

your fall.

Reprinted from A Messenger Comes by permission of Singing Horse Press and Rachel Tzvia Back. Copyright 2012 by Rachel Tzvia Back.

Here’s one of Rachel Tzvia Back’s poems from After Shocks: The Poetry of Recovery for Life-Shattering Events :

(their sons my sons) by Rachel Tzvia Back

Lost limbs again
         this time in a strawberry field

Early morning January sun rises
         gently talks softly to yesterday’s
                 rain lingering still at field’s edge

where perfect strawberries are ready for eating
         first day of the feast festival of the sacrifice
                 Ishmael taken to the hilltop Issac carried away

This time it is mother Maryam who does not know
         the boys her boys woke early to a school-less day
                 they are racing now through the strawberry field

The red fruit is full sweet with dew and dawn is
         collecting night’s blankets day is waiting to spread her
                 arms around us all in the fields and the boys cannot

say how or from where there was no sign a bomb would fall
         in the early morning family field the boys do not know
                 their legs are bleeding their bodies lie still their

limbs are scattered they are half-boys and dead boys
         none of them know how later before the funerals after
                 the hospital Maryam will return to the charred and
                                                                                             beautiful

bleeding strawberry field
         to gather in her scarf scattered flowers
                                                                     and flesh

Reprinted from On Ruins and Return: Poems 1995-2005 by permission of Rachel Tzvia Back. Copyright © 2007 by Rachel Tzvia Back.

An Interview with Rachel Tzvia Back

How did you come to write this poem?

All three of my poems in the After Shocks anthology – "Their sons, my sons," "When we no longer care" and "What has anchored us here" – were written in the first years of the Second Intifadah (uprising) in Israel and Palestine. My family and I had just moved to the Galilee, after living for years in the Jerusalem area, and until the intifadah erupted, there had been a feeling of hope, of the possibility of a new era in our very troubled region. In October 2000, the second round of violence began – fierce protest against the continuing Israeli occupation of the West Bank and Gaza. I was then a mother to three very young children, and at every moment I viewed and lived the violence that ensued – in Palestinian and Israeli territories alike –through the prism of young motherhood. This was, of course, the prism of my children's overwhelming vulnerability – indeed, all children's vulnerability. As the death ledgers began filling up with the names of children literally caught in the cross-fire, my poetry and heart became obsessed with the little ones who were living, and too-often tragically dying, in this bloody land.

The three poems all emanated from very specific moments in those years of violence – moments reported in the news ("Their sons, my sons"), moments of deaths that were practically on my doorstep (("What has anchored us here"), ), and moments of terrible clarity of how the violence had changed and hardened me too ("When we no longer care").

How did writing these poems affect your recovery?

The word "recovery" is a hard one for me to connect to, so I answer this question with some hesitation. "Recovery" – such as it is – resides for me in telling the truth, my truth, and of feeling that perhaps my poetry speaks also for those who cannot. Recovery is in daring to speak at all. Recovery has continued for me in reading these poems at various venues, in Israel and the US, in an effort to reach others, in an ongoing desire and commitment to being a voice of dissent. Moments of recovery have presented themselves when I have felt my poems impact on another, when my poems have moved another's heart toward reconciliation and compassion.

Can you tell us something about your process of writing that helped these poems come to life?

The poems start, almost inevitably, from a single image or single sentence. The line "When we no longer care", for example, was reverberating through me in the summer of 2001 – I would hear it as I drove to work and back, afraid to turn on the news and hear of the next round of Israeli bombings in the territories, or the news of another Palestinian suicide bomber in Israel. The single image or line simmers and simmers (to borrow from Whitman), until it boils over. As for the rest of the process, I'm afraid I can't say much – I have a type of black-out regarding the exact process of writing most of my poems. I can't really remember how it happens.

Who are your favorite poets or poets new to you whom you'd recommend to others?

Emily Dickinson is always my favorite, my poetic buoy in the vast sea. And she is always new to me… Another poet who is new to me and whose work I've been reading recently is Antonio Machado – I've been reading his poems in Border of a Dream: Selected Poems of Antonio Machado (Willis Barnstone, translator). And I've been reading a great deal of the Hebrew poet Tuvia Ruebner whose work I'm translating now – he's not new to me, but my current level of engagement with him is new. He's a wonder, well worth reading (new translations of his work can be found at http://exchanges.uiowa.edu/four-poems/).

What are you working on now?

I’ve just sent off my new collection, which has just been released by From Singing Horse Press
http://www.singinghorsepress.com (edited by the wonderful Paul Naylor). The collection is called From A Messenger Comes . The title is lifted from a passage I read in Leon Weiseltier's seminal scholarly work Kaddish – on the history and evolution of the Kaddish, the Jewish prayer of mourning. The extract – which is my new book's epigraph – goes as follows:

     A messenger comes to the mourner's house. "Come," says the messenger,      “you are needed."      "I cannot come," says the mourner, "my spirit is broken."      "That is why you are needed," says the messenger…

The book is a collection of elegies for my sister and my father. It is very much a book of a broken spirit.

Rachel Tzvia Back – poet, translator and professor of literature – lives in the Galilee, where her great, great, great grandfather settled in the 1830s. Her poetry collections include Azimuth (Sheep Meadow, 2001), The Buffalo Poems (Duration Press, 2003), On Ruins & Return: Poems 1999-2005 (Shearsman Boks, 2007), and A Messenger Comes (Singing Horse Press, 2012). Ms. Back's translations of the poetry of pre-eminent Hebrew poet Lea Goldberg, published in Lea Goldberg: Selected Poetry and Drama (Toby Press 2005) represent the most extensive selection of Goldberg's poetry in English and were awarded a 2005 PEN Translation Award. Back has translated into English poetry and prose other significant Hebrew writers, including Dahlia Ravikovitch, Tuvia Reubner, Hamutal Bar Yosef, and Haviva Pedaya. Ms. Back is the editor and primary translator of the English version of the anthology With an Iron Pen: Twenty Years of Hebrew Protest Poetry (SUNY Press, Excelsior Editions, 2009) – a collection named "haunting" and "historic" by American poet Adrienne Rich. Ms. Back’s poems have been anthologized in After Shocks: The Poetry of Recovery for Life-Shattering Events . A Messenger Comes
by Rachel Tzvia Back

From Singing Horse Press
http://www.singinghorsepress.com
5251 Quaker Hill Lane
San Diego, 92130

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