Poetry

Poetry Sunday: “Dreaming Neruda,” by Kathy Engel

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Kathy Engel is a poet, essayist, convener, educator, organizational strategic consultant, and co- founder of numerous organizations and projects including MADRE, the international women’s human rights group, which she also directed. She’s worked in nearly every major social justice, peace, and human rights movement in the U.S. over the last 38 years. In 2014, Engel performed her elegiac suite of poems, “The Lost Brother Alphabet,” with choreographer/dancer Suchi Branfman at the Highways Performance Space in Santa Monica, California. She currently serves as Chair and Associate Arts Professor in NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts’ Department of Art and Public Policy and the Masters Program in Arts Politics. She co-founded Riptide Communications (a public relations consulting firm established to service social change organizations), the Hayground School, East End Women in Black, Poets for Ayiti, Lyrical Democracies, and The Center for Poetic Healing. Engel has given workshops, talks, and readings nationally, and her poems, essays, and reviews are widely published and anthologized, in The Iowa Review, The Nation (online), Poetry Magazine, Poet Lore, The Wide Shore, and elsewhere. Recent books include Ruth’s Skirts (available at Amazon), IKONThe Kitchen, and We Begin Here: Poems for Palestine and Lebanon, co-edited with Kamal Boullata.  Author website: www.kathyengelpoet.com

 

Poet’s Note:

I was taken with Ernst Jandl’s “the usual rilke.” [This poem appeared in the July/August 2016 issue of Poetry] It gave me permission, or reminded me, of the richness of writing in conversation with poets, even though my poem is so very different from Jandl’s. So my poem is in conversation with Jandl somehow, and of course Neruda as well, expanding the dialogue. My leaning towards Neruda has been a long time coming, an ongoing nourishment and sense of the possible. The physicality presented itself and then intertwined with urgent present and past struggles. I’m hearing the next one might be in relation to Mahmoud Darwish   .   .   .   maybe.  In an earlier version there were shoes, and then no shoes.

 

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  • Susan Gunter November 9, 2016 at 11:31 am

    Thank you for this lovely poem and for your careful parsing of its language. Every time I read one of your essays I think about poetry in a new way. Thank you!

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  • Patricia Yarberry Allen, M.D. November 6, 2016 at 9:09 am

    Rebecca,
    We are so grateful for Kathy Engel’s poem and your thoughtful interpretation and discussion of both the poetic forms used by the poet and the reminder of the references to loss of life for so many at the hands of those who had the power to commit these acts of horror. We have chosen Sunday as our day for Poetry for just these reasons. You give us a day for reflection and possibly redemption.
    Pat Allen

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