Hi Poetry Lovers,
Today I would like to thank our publisher, The Jewish Chronicle, and its reporter, Toby Tabachnick, for the review of the launch event for CAROUSEL, my newest book.
See The Jewish Chronicle, April 21, 2017, page 3, or soon at http://www.thejewishchronicle.net
I feel most appreciated, and most grateful.
(As I also am to editor, Angela Leibowicz, for all her tech-savvy assistance with this blog!)
COA, City of Asylum, and its newest space, Alphabet City, were my hosts. COA is a remarkable organization, founded by Salman Rushdie, to rescue and support writers who are censored (or worse) by governments all around the world.
Diane Samuels and Henry Reese founded the Pittsburgh chapter. Their fine work deserves to be supported: check out http://www.cityofasylumpittsburgh.org.
CAROUSEL, the title poem's video can be seen at
The book is available at Caliban Books, Craig St. Oakland, or from www.amazon.com.
Readings are listed on my website, www.judithrrobinson.com
Finally, we cannot close without a poem, and since The Jewish Chronicle is the voice of our community, and so much more, I have chosen a poem that in some respects is an homage to us all, the Jewish people of Pittsburgh.
Squirrel Hill, 2012
The well-built 2 and 3-story bricks
still house the dreams of the middle-class.
Fewer gas stations service many more cars,
while people who are not in a hurry run as fast as they can
along beautiful Beechwood Boulevard.
Murray, the longest Avenue, hosts a hillside
of new food purveyors, of different origin
than the hardy bakers and butchers of the past---
more pizza now and sushi than kosher chicken
and kreplach soup---but the liveliness
and sweat-for-every-dollar hours remain the same.
Allderdice High School has changed, too.
Gone is the vast green lawn that lent dignity.
What is left to mask the rowdiness and shenanigans inside?
Another generation of oddballs shuffles past
the Manor, turns up-street at Forbes, these days.
Do they call out to the same unseen angels on high?
Do they chat with the same absent friends?
Synagogues of each persuasion offer old prayers and answers
alongside the newer Korean church.
Change has been ushered in at the post office as well:
bright blue counters and shining bulbs light up the lines
of weary, outraged customers.
Robins and cardinals still do business in the ancient,
thick-trunked sycamores of Schenley Park, especially upon
the car roofs of young lovers, necking in Toyotas, not Chevys.
And the squirrels still abound, the small, beloved,
plume-tailed rodents who named our little place in the world.
Thanks Toby, thanks Chronicle, and thank you for clicking in!