FIRESTORM: A Rendering of Torah – a review/interview

Firestorm:  A Rendering of Torah by Michael H. Brownstein
Firestorm: A Rendering of Torah by Michael H. Brownstein

As an occasional Critic, I find it rather difficult to compose such a stellar review on a topic that is quite unforeign to many of us now referring to Michael H. Brownstein’s latest chapbook Firestorm:  A Rendering of Torah which is a collection of poems regarding the insurgence of the 1948 war against the Palestinians; poems beautifully penned, vividly detailed, and indisputably compelling.  But in order to give such a review without adding insult to injury particularly on a subject I [honestly] knew nothing of only up until recently when this chapbook was presented to me, I instead decided to go to the source himself and transcend this review rather into an interview by inquiring several questions as to give the audience a more personal insight to Firestorm:  A Rendering of Torah and why the author chose to write about it. 

 

1.)     Michael, what inspired you to write Firestorm:  A Rendering of Torah?                         

 

 

 

All of my life I have been taught Israel was right and everyone else—the Arabs, the Palestinians—were wrong. It was cut and dry. Though I’m not a Zionist (and never was)—and I am Jewish—I never really believed Israel was above the law and everything that went into making this tiny Jewish state was positive. I did hold the belief that Israel came about because it was fighting for its very life. Then I read Against Forgetting: Twentieth-Century Poetry of Witness (W.W. Norton, 1993), by Carolyn Forché, The section on the 1948 war amazed me. I did not know or even understand that any of this could have possibly happened. Yes, perhaps against the British—but innocent Palestinians? No.

 

 

 

So I began researching. Could Forché be making this up? I knew due to her reputation that she wasn’t. The more I got into it, the more disconcerted—if that can be the word—I became. We had just come from a major Holocaust and now we were doing the same kinds of things we said “Never Again” to the Palestinians. The further I got, the more energized, the more passionate, the more angry at all of the lies I had been fed (and believed)—and finally I knew I had to let others know. So I took my passion for poetry, my research on the 1948 war that began after reading Forché’s book, and combined them to make this book. I who had lived behind a shadow all of these years decided no one else should have to. Truth has power. Poetry, too, has power. The making of Firestorm became a passion I could not put out.

 

 

 

2.)     Did you possess personal knowledge and/or experience which inspired you to write Firestorm:  A Rendering of Torah?

 

 

 

Simple answer: No. I just could not believe Israel could develop out of such falsehoods, the rewriting of history and, well, downright lies. Did you know on many maps—particularly maps in the Middle East—Israel is called Occupied Palestine?

 

 

 

3.)     Or did you know any of the MC’s in your poetry and prose to inspire such a write?

 

 

 

Once again, no, I just learned all about this about a year ago when I read the section in Forché’s book. Before then, no, I thought all atrocities were against the British by the Jews or the Palestinians against the Jews. I never thought the Jews could be capable of harming others the way they had just been harmed—World War II was only three years in the past. I could not believe leaders of the new Israel considered themselves the first and best terrorists. I could not believe men got away with atrocities and became leaders of this new nation while they were prosecuting Germans for crimes against humanity. I could not believe how hypocritical Israel was. The more I researched, the more I knew this story had to be told.

 

 

 

4.)     What was your purpose in writing Firestorm:  A Rendering of Torah?

 

 

 

To begin a discussion on the issues of what the 1948 war caused. To correct the rewriting of history. To show the other side of the story in much of its gruesome detail. To begin a real dialog between two people who are both Semitic, but cannot sit down and talk peace. To make Israel acknowledge their wrongs and make them make them right. To change the view of Zionism. To help the Palestinians regain what they lost.

 

 

 

5.)      Do you think much has changed since then?

 

 

 

Unfortunately, I feel we are moving backwards. The Palestinians are maintained in the world’s oldest refugee camps and they are still treated badly. It’s time for a change and I actually have hopes that people reading Firestorm will want to engage and dialog in making these changes come to be. 

 

 

For those of you who have yet to read Firestorm:  A Rendering of Torah and wish to read it in its entirety, you can find the chapbook here:  http://www.booksonblog35.blogspot.com.

 

Enclosing, Michael would very much like to thank his editor and publisher, Russell Streur of the Camel Saloon who supported the project and felt very strongly that Firestorm:  A Rendering of Torah should be published. Michael also goes on to add that he is very glad Russell had the guts and the determination to work with him on this important (in which he feels) project.

 

I would also like to take this opportunity to thank the author himself for allowing me to inquire these valid questions and for the manner in which he answered them in.  And I too strongly feel that if I had not taken the route I have taken with Firestorm:  A Rendering of Torah this review/interview would have never came about.  Thank you, Michael.

 

 

Devlin De La Chapa-

Editor, BoySlut 

Playing hooky at 115 Degrees

Nothing really to write about except for that I played hooky from work yesterday and went to see Jack the Giant Slayer and then snuck in to see OZ The Great and Powerful.  Bad. . .I know. . .But it’s done and over now.  So get over it already!

 

“Jack the Giant Slayer”. . .a breathless piece of work.  My fav character. . .two-headed giant.  Of course Ewen McGregor wasn’t bad either;)! 

 

“OZ The Great and Powerful”. . .a stunning piece of work.  My fav character. . .China Girl. 

 

The following poem was one of two poems nominated for a 2011 Pushcart Prize. . .Enjoy.

 

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115 Degrees

 

Beads of sweat

trickled down slow

between the perfumed citrus folds

of her beautiful round breasts

unbeknownst to the woman

innocently directing me to the nearest freeway

under a blazing sun of 115 degree weather;

and I almost envisioned myself on her

disguised as one of those perfect size atoms

of H2O evaporating into an open of a pore

uninvited, like rape after a date of kissing and no sex

only to proliferate in the end into a bead of virgin sweat.

 

Twiligggggggggght. . .uh!. . .and Fifty Shades + one poem

So pushing the $85 Billion spending cuts aside. . .let’s focus on my 2nd favorite thing (with writing being #1, of course!). . .Movies! 

Yup! 

It’s Twilight fever again.   And yes!. . .I’m a TWI-MOM! 

So aside from being under the weather for the last couple of days-think Allergy cold-I will drag myself out of bed and out of the house and head to the Twilight:  Breaking Dawn Part II movie release party (if there is one) at my local Wal-Mart, chaperoned by my daughter who lost interest in Twilight when she went from being a ‘tween’ to a ‘teen’ and discovered that there was much more to guys than just Edward and Jacob.  Me, however, I was never really enthusiastic about Twilight until I picked up and read New Moon which sparked my interest to read the entire series/saga.  So tonight I will arrive approx. around 10:30 pm at Wal-Mart and then be home approx. 1:30 am or so, flop myself down in front of my giant screen TV and spend the next 2 hours watching and weeping as the Twilight Saga comes to an (my) end.  Well I must say it was a nice 8 years since The Twilight Saga first debuted.  Sigh. 

So what’s next for me?

Well it’s onto the rest of the Fifty Shades Triligy, I guess.  Believe it or not, I still haven’t gotten passed Fifty Shades of Grey even though I have Fifty Shakes Darker and Fifty Shades Freed sitting on my bookshelf.  I’m to assume it’s all the “murmuring” and “the holy shit” word repetition that has me Fifty Shades (and already) Fed Up!  Oh god!  Did I just say that????

Anyways. . .the following poem was written for a past, past vampire contest.  Enjoy!

 

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Edward chased Bella
across the BREAKING DAWN 
beneath a NEW MOON
Bella was doomed
when her soul ECLIPSE(d)
with Edward’s blood
bringing about 
an eternal TWILIGHT,  
Bella shimmers.

Foodstamps For Pets? Goldfish!. . .musing & poem

So foodstamps for pets?  Hmm. . .now while I would normally find humor in this (and only if this were a much stable economy) I actually sympathize.  According to Bloomberg, ‘foodstamps for pets’ is currently in circulation.  While many or most might frown on the idea because it will now cost the taxpayer that much more money, it’s actually a good idea.

 

How, one or you might ask?

 

Well consider the housing market. . .and I don’t give a damn how much the President claims the housing market is stabilizing because it isn’t. . .I have seen more For Sale and For Lease signs sign-stamped on the fronts of lawns more than I’ve seen Going Out Of Business or Business Closed signs stamped on glass windows! 

 

Okay, back to the housing market. . .

 

While many homeowners were or are making their move into apartments and rentals, more and more pets have or are being left behind because their owners can or could no longer afford to feed them as many or most homeowners can barely afford to feed themselves much less their families.  While the cost of food keeps going up and up, so is pet food.  I look at this ‘foodstamp for pets’ as a strategic move as it is just that. . .‘Strategic’ because it will allow owners the opportunity(ies) to keep their pets instead of abandoning them or dropping them off at the local pound.

 

Does that make Sense?  I think it does, only if you’re a pet owner.  But then again if you’re not a pet owner, you will find this idea utterly Senseless and costly.

 

Damn, can’t win for losing!  Enjoy my poem. . .

 

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GoldFish

 

I woke up one morning

to an empty place with

an abundance of space

for the life of me I could not fill. 

 

So these walls suddenly became

the material, the immaterial

the existent, the non-existent;

I was buried within.

 

Yet, no one knew or cared

to consider me lost

no flyers, no milk cartons, no billboards

not a trace of my importance existed.

 

I was dead

 

Or was I?

 

This is how it starts:

 

She yells, you yell.

She threatens to leave, you leave.

She takes the dog, you take the cat.

She calls a lawyer, you represent yourself.

 

Then, the dog runs away with the cat

‘cause it considered you two morons.

And her lawyer screws the hell out of you

because you like screwing women.

 

And that’s how it ends.

 

Now back to these walls.

 

I’m alive again.

 

My space needs a woman’s touch

then I remembered, ‘No it doesn’t,

it needs a man’s touch, goddamnit!’

so I leave these walls blank.

 

I take a ride out to IKEA

since every single divorced man tends to shop there

sorting through colors, patterns, lamps,

things square and oval and all around boring.

 

But after two hours of trying to recover things lost,

things I care not to buy, I say ‘Fuck it!’

and storm out the store to the store next door

and buy what every man should buy after a divorce:

 

A goldfish.

(pub2011 in DS)

Oscar Moments and a Pigeon. . .musing & poem

My choice of Oscar Moments:

 

1.)     Despised Amanda Siegfried’s candor on the red carpet.  Oh, please!

2.)     My partner thought Michael Douglas looked better than his wife, Catherine Zeta Jones.

3.)     Kerry Washington’s overly swaying hips as she strutted across the platform.  Can you say unbalanced washing machine boys and girls?

4.)     Anne Hathaway’s lack of a bra.  Her nipples were more erect than my partner’s penis.

5.)     Despised Chicago’s rendition.

6.)     Let’s hear it for Jennifer Hudson!  It’s no wonder Beyoncé got all butt-hurt when Jennifer won her Oscar.

7.)     Kudos to Quentin Tarantino.  He needs more recognition, and a straighter tie. 

8.)     I don’t think kids should win Oscars period.  So way to go Jennifer Lawrence!

9.)     Kristen Stewart looked lovely but painful to be at the Oscars.  Where was RPaz?

10.)   Ben Affleck’s moving speech simply because he didn’t prepare one because he probably assumed he wasn’t going to win so therefore he spoke entirely from the heart.  Congrats, Ben!

 

 

I remember when the Oscars once took place in the Shrine Auditorium.  When I was in grade school living in El Monte, California.  My class took a field trip to the Shrine Auditorium where my class then met the actress Cheryl Ladd.  Since then I have been a HUGE fan of the Oscars.  And while I do have to admit that some years have been pretty boring, other years have not.  Last night’s Oscars however left me laughing and crying. . .Laughing because I happen to adore Seth McFarlane (and for those who don’t know this but Seth is the voiceover to Stewie on Family Guy.)  God, I love Stewie.  He is so. . .so. . .rambunctious, and I love his take on attempting to take over the world.  Okay, getting sidetracked here, now back to the Oscars. . .um, where was I?  Oh yea, meeting the actress.  Hey I’ve also ran into Randy Johnson, Mike Tyson, and Alice Cooper (used to work for Alice Cooper’s wife, Cheryl. . .hey, another Cheryl!)  Okay, enough with my bullshit, back to the Oscars.  Aside from thinking Seth McFarlane a stimulating character, my fav highlight of the night was Daniel Day-Lewis winning for Best Actor in Lincoln.  I sobbed because I have been a longtime admirer and fan of Daniel Day-Lewis; I’ve seen practically every movie he’s made; my fav, Gangs of New York.  So congrats, Daniel!

 

Now onto Jennifer Lawrence. . .I did not laugh.  I was so ecstatic for her Best Actress win!  However, I did get pissed over the dress tripping her triumph to mega-stardom.  I did enjoy her comeback speech, though.  Way to go Jennifer!

 

Adele won for Best Song “Skyfall”. . .but of course. . .although I preferred the song, “Before My Time” performed by actress Scarlett Johansson.  Now this one is sure to be a classic!  If you hadn’t heard it yet, click on player to hear it.  Sultry Scarlett is all I have to say.  Sigh.

 

Okay enough about the Oscars.  Here’s another poem.  Enjoy!

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Pigeon

 

in the midst’s of daylights dark

my soul sits comatose

on a stoned cold bench,

pigeons dig trenches around me.

the snow is beyond freezing

against my fingertips and toes

remembering the sound of your voice

I so desperately want to hold

in this moment as I toss the breadcrumbs

and they land wherever they may fall,

and you say “Pigeons are dumb!”

i laugh, but then i want to cry,

but nothing escapes my eyes

they are stone cold like this bench

and i am so pissed because it’s wasted

years spent on pigeons and bread.

true, I have a few marbles rolling loose in my head

only because it’s been a year and 

i can’t believe you’re dead, or maybe

because i can’t believe i’m dead without you?

i sigh, and glance up at the sky,

a threat of first light threatens to push through,

you coo, “Toss me another breadcrumb, will you?”

i say, “I love you, and I miss you too.”