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Home (English Edition) Formato Kindle

Edizione Inglese di Uvi Poznansky (Autore, Traduttore), Zeev Kachel (Autore) Formato: Formato Kindle
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Home. A simple word; a loaded one. You can say it in a whisper; you can say it in a cry.

Expressed in the voices of father and daughter, you can hear a visceral longing, in poems and prose, for an ideal place. A place never to be found again.

Imagine the shock, imagine the sadness when a daughter discovers her father’s work, the poetry he had never shared with anyone during the last two decades of his life. Six years after that moment of discovery, which happened in her childhood home while mourning for his passing, Uvi Poznansky presents a tender tribute: a collection of poems and prose, half of which is written by her, and half—by her father, the author, poet and artist Zeev Kachel. She has been translating his poems for nearly a year, with careful attention to rhyme and rhythm, in an effort to remain faithful to the spirit of his words.

Zeev’s writing is always autobiographical in nature; you can view it as an ongoing diary of his life. Uvi’s writing is rarely so, especially when it comes to her prose. She is a storyteller who delights in conjuring up various figments of her imagination and fleshing them out on paper. She sees herself chasing her characters with a pen, in an attempt to see the world from their point of view, and to capture their voices. But in some of her poems, she offers you a rare glimpse into her most guarded, intensely private moments, yearning for Home.

✮✮✮✮✮ "This radiant book is an exploration of the bond between a daughter and father and the book overflows with some of the most eloquent poetic moments in print. HOME is an invitation, a very personal one, and should not be passed over."

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  • ASIN ‏ : ‎ B00960TE3Y
  • Editore ‏ : ‎ Uviart (24 dicembre 2013)
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1,0 su 5 stelle OK
Recensito in India il 22 gennaio 2019
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5,0 su 5 stelle Daughter and Father's poetry together in one book
Recensito nel Regno Unito il 20 marzo 2018
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Uvi shares some of her father's poems that she found after his passing, giving the reader a window into their lives.
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Oleg Medvedkov
5,0 su 5 stelle A fine book for those who enjoy more elegant things in life
Recensito negli Stati Uniti il 8 dicembre 2012
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For me, traditional poetry is an expression of the subconscious feelings through mundane means of imperfect words. As such, the simpler are the words the poet manages to beat into the confines of a rhyme, the higher is the mastery of this poet.

I admit, this is only an opinion of a man who abandoned poetry long time ago in order to write silly jokes and, what one could only hope, snappy punchlines. Those with more artistic souls would probably have a much better definition of what the poetry is for them, with finer words inserted in all the strategically correct places to maximize the emotional and intellectual impact. If I had that talent, I'd still be a poet. Instead, I am reduced to being a critic of the works of others. Let's see how it works out.

I liked this piece, it's called "This is the Place":

This is the place where he put pen to paper...
But clung to the wall, the shelves are now bare
All that remains of his words is but vapor
All you can spot is but a dent in his chair

Simple words, tight syllabic rhyme. The timing of the second line is standing out and creates the feeling of being unsettled and expectation of something looming just beyond the wall. Second stanza continues in the same way but the third and fourth stanzas switch to two and two type of rhyme without the emphasis:

He used to sit here, here he would stare
Years come, years go, an old clock keeping score,
He would scribble his notes, crumple them in despair
Waiting for his savior-- but locking that door

The poem above was written by Uvi Poznansky. Now a sample of the poem by her father, Zeev Kachel:

My first art teacher was the chill
The chill that painted forests and cities
Across my window pane, with icicles and frost

Please keep in mind, this is a translation. It's written in an expressive tradition of the Eastern European school and reminds me slightly of the later poetry of Alexander Blok. Another fine example:

I'm a different man today.
Not the one you know
You can come back
If you will.

I'm a different man today, without a hat I go
But in my heart-- there's still.
I'm a different man.

The splattered rhyme and short lines accentuate the impact of these simple words. I rather like it. I think that being a guy, I respond more to the power of the works of Zeev Kachel. Of course, Uvi Poznansky was the one who translated them so she gets just as much credit here.

There are also a few short stories written by Uvi. Her prose is written in high Literary writing style, present tense and all the inner explorations of the characters one could hope for. I would so wish this author would try to write something like a detective novel, or perhaps a romantic story. Letting her hair down and not worrying about arranging her sentence in a perfect order to create the word picture that is as esthetically pleasing to look at as it sounds... Perhaps then we could see what Uvi Poznansky can really do with her prose. Nothing against any of the pieces here, they are all fine bits of writing; just an idle curiosity of a book critic who is wondering what else this author is capable of.

This is a fine book for those of us who do enjoy more elegant things in life. The cover art alone is probably worth the price of admission.
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5,0 su 5 stelle excellent. I enjoyed reading the poems
Recensito nel Regno Unito il 20 marzo 2016
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Lovely poetry, excellent.
I enjoyed reading the poems.
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Ia Uaro
5,0 su 5 stelle Poignant and Moving
Recensito negli Stati Uniti il 14 agosto 2013
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"HOME" ~ Reviewed by Ia Uaro

Book Title: Home
Poetry and prose by authors: Zeel Kachel and Uvi Poznansky
ISBN: 978-0-9849932-3-9

Zeev Kachel, son of a Russian Jewish family, was born in 1912, on the eve of the First World War. When German declared war on August 1, 1914 and its army marched into Russia, his parents bundled him and his sister into the wagon, leaving behind their store and worldly belongings, to escape for the lives.
"Ma, why did you fool me," Zeev was still bleeding as 70 years later his pen dripped "We Were Born in Darkness",
"what was it for,
When you sang me a lullaby, not a song of war?
Oh why did you hide the fateful truth from me
We were born in darkness, our life--not to be?"

Welcome to the poetry world of Zeev, beautifully rendered into English by his daughter Uvi Poznansky. He was a man of passion with the ability to capture it in his work, as Uvi aptly calls it. You can't but be emotionally affected by Zeev's powerful laments of loss. Of a child after his mother has departed,
"I had travelled to a place so alien, so cold
How bitter it had felt, to you I never told.
How you waited to receive a word from me, a letter..."

I feel a very special connection to Zeev. To me his moving words provoke long-forgotten memories, tucked away because they were too painful to remember, or to share. I could just imagine his agony as he wrote,
"You're asking me to record, on paper to pour
All that I lost, my esteemed counselor?"

And bravely he wrote, and wrote and wrote and wrote. Of very beautiful things that are only beautiful while they last, "Lie to me boldly, don't misgive"
Poetry is cruel honesty--and here is Zeev baring his soul, driving us to share his pain of the well-captured memories,
"For that lost moment, how I pine!"
of his confusion,
"Is this really the path I envisioned?
Then why is the night here so black?"

And yet even as he anguished over his loneliness, "In a night with not a friend, all's bleary," his daughter had understood him. His lucky daughter, in whom he has carved: "I am a poem, I inspire"

Five stars.
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