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Israeli poets Helen Bar-Lev and Johnmichael Simon's new book of poetry, Cyclamens and Swords, is now available from Ibbetson Press. This collection is beautifully illustrated with Helen's watercolor paintings of Jerusalem and the Israeli countryside. I highly recommend it for anyone interested in the culture and landscape of the Holy Land, as well as poetry fans generally.
You can purchase your copy by emailing hbarlev@netvision.net.il or j_simon@netvision.net.il . Prices are 65 NIS (including postage to Israel), US$18 (including postage to US or Canada), 14 euro (including postage to Europe or Australia), or 10 pounds sterling (including postage to the UK). Payment accepted by cash, check or PayPal.
See what the critics are saying about this book:
The achingly beautiful cover of timeless trees, earth, flowers and rock, is redolent of Israel’s destiny. This little land, so hallowed in human history, seems the literary and spiritual core of existence to most of humanity. If strife is ever present here, how can there ever be the peace of ancient promise? This land seems to symbolize the eternal quest for harmony where forces of turmoil march ceaselessly. Bar-Lev and Simon explore this theme for us. Cyclamens and Swords will become a treasured classic, echoing as it does so fluently, the longing, fearing and questing that marks these troubled times. Helen Bar-Lev’s poem Beauty sums up the reader’s feelings as we reluctantly finish this special book: “and I,/the ingrate,/ever insatiable,/implore you,/please,/ show/ me/more.”
--Katherine L. Gordon Author, Editor, Publisher, Judge and Reviewer, Resident Columnist for Ancient Heart Magazine
Bar-Lev and Simon open the reader’s eyes and hearts to Israel as a land of dazzling, sometimes tragic juxtapositions. The timeless tranquility of Bar-Lev’s unpopulated landscape paintings gains poignancy alongside poems that show an equally ancient violence alwayslooming on the border. This elegantly designed book shines with love and gratitude for the small miracles of natural beauty and human kindness that flourish even in a war zone.
There is a point where art transcends our daily lives and past experiences to touch deep the old stories from where all of humanity arose. In this volume Helen Bar-Lev and Johnmichael Simon have drunk deep from the wellhead of this locus to combine poetry and visual art into a Jungian statement that illustrates how, when portrayed at its artistic essence, the story of one place becomes a story of us all.
--Roger Humes, Director of The Other Voices International Project, Author of There Sings No Bird
Helen Bar-Lev and Johnmichael Simon bring the beauty of Israel to life in Helen’s lush watercolors and evocative monochrome paintings and in the sensitive poems they both write. Their verbal and visual depictions of the breathtaking scenery, flowers, birds, fish, deer and ants, testify to Israel’s magnificent natural environment. But like an undertow in a dazzling ocean, the ongoing undercurrent of conflict tries to steal the serenity of the scenery. Their book is simultaneously exhilarating and jarring. They reveal the beauty and the pain which live side by side in the compelling, complex reality that is Israel. One shares their hope that serenity will triumph.
--Rabbi Wayne Franklin, Providence, R.I.
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A selection from Cyclamens and Swords:
Waters of Gaza by Johnmichael Simon
They moved out of Gaza not without protest, not without prayer feeling like ivy ripped off the walls like irrigation pipes torn from the soil they moved out on unwilling legs on buses to nowhere fathers, mothers, children and children without fathers without mothers
They moved into Gaza not without covet, not without envy feeling like water released from a dam bursting into surrendering fields carrying all before it, trees, houses places of prayer, fences, gardens waves breaking over alien temples again and again till water covered all
After the water came briny hatred lusting for a redder liquid and the skies darkened again lightning and thunder returned to Gaza rained on this thin strip of unhappiness writhing between the wrath of history and the dark depths of the sea
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Cyclamens and Swords by Helen Bar-Lev
Life should be sunflowers and poetry symphonies and four o’clock tea instead it’s entangled like necklaces in a drawer when you reach in for cyclamens you pull out swords
This is a country which devours its inhabitants, spits them out hollow like the shells of seeds, defies them to survive despite the peacelessness, promises them cyclamens but rewards them with swords
It is here we live with symphonies and sunflowers, poetry and four o’clock tea, enmeshed in an absurd passion for this land entangled as we are in its history, like butterflies in a net or sheep in a barbed wire fence
Where it is forbidden to pick cyclamens but necessary to brandish swords