Are These My Lions?
Daniel E. Levenson
Review by Alyce Wilson
In the remarkable chapbook Are These My Lions?
poet Daniel E. Levenson makes sense of his experiences visiting Israel
in 2006. Levenson was in Tel Aviv when the rockets hit Haifa. Here's
what he writes in his introduction: "Things are never quiet here,
but this feels different. In Jerusalem we find the nearest bomb shelters,
and some people leave early. But life goes on, somehow. I sit down and
take out my notebook. I start to write. It feels silly, futile, stupid,
selfish. But still, the words come out. I have no idea if they are any
good, what they mean. I simply collect them. They are falling. They
are here."
Some of these represent slice-of-life observations, such as watching
children play on the beach while fearing "death in a tube, / neatly
packaged / for delivery." He writes about locating the local bomb
shelter and then trying to enjoy a jazz festival anyway.
He also shares his conversations with other travelers, revealing insights
about the thoughts of those similarly drawn into this conflict.
"I am staying at the Sheraton"
she says,
"Because my mother feels guilty,
she thinks I'll get killed here,"
she says
And yet, as dissociated as he may feel at times from what is happening,
he cannot help but feel the grief. As he says eloquently in another
poem, he got these stories from mourners, not from the newspaper, "Where
words are set and dry in ink, / Not wet with tears // This story cries".
His notebook captured the uneasy dance that surrounded him, where both
Israelis and tourists attempted to go about their lives while always
being haunted by the threat of violence. Like an Impressionist in a
French cafe captured both the beauty and the ugliness, Levensen contemplates
his own relationship to the situation, both through his family ties
and his direct, though temporary, involvement.
In its 38 pages, Are These My Lions? examines how violent global
conflict affects us all. Strong as they are on their own, I would love
to see these poems form the heart of a larger collection. Far from being
silly and selfish, these poems are heartbreaking, poignant and important.
Rating: **** (Must Read)
Literary
Comments Press, 2006
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