Synopsis
Layers of history, personal and public, through the metaphor of the tel..
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The way forward is... a beautiful, three part poem which tells a story of loss and hope.
Layers of history, personal and public, through the metaphor of the tel..
"Your body caught in a wave
Turning you over in the thick brine"
In archaeology, a tel (Hebrew for 'hill' or 'mound') is a mound formed by generations of people living in the same place for hundreds and thousands of years. Whilst, 'Aviv' is Hebrew for 'spring'. Thus, Karlan's three part poem seeks to interweave the history of the individuals in Tel Aviv and follow the path of renewal.
Karlan moves fluidly between the personal and the public; focusing on the way an individual deals with heartache, loss and the pursuit of happiness. Each part begins with 'The way forward' so although Karlan is exploring the past, the driving force behind each line is the future and what it may be like when you get there.
"In the bright morning in Tel Aviv
A woman brings death onto a bus"
The poem does not shy away from honesty either. Tel Aviv promises to be a city of renewal but it has witnessed death and conflict too. Karlan recognises how this forms a part of all the residents' lives - how life is immeasurably changed by our actions and the actions of others.
"True love appears small
Like a mother's hand"
Yet, there is hope throughout. Each part is beautifully written with allusions to faith, belief, love and everyday life. Many moments are nostalgic and sweep you up into the cradling arms of excellent poetry.
Karlan has successfully told a story which is limited to a city but embraces the world and humanity at large. The words can find a home in anyone willing to read and listen to ages as they build and fall, and begin again.
I am a writer and freelance editor/proofreader based in the UK. I have self-published two poetry collections (Between the Trees and Flowers on the Wall). I enjoy reviewing poetry, short stories, literary fiction and historical fiction. I am the Editor-in-Chief for Free Verse Revolution magazine.
Layers of history, personal and public, through the metaphor of the tel..
The way forward is tumbling,
Your body caught in a wave
Turning you over in the thick brine
Tossed without up or down
Your head tilted and legs swept back
The water lifting you, spinning you
Towards some unknown shore.
Your first image of the sea
Was overwhelming vastness
So much water reaching to the
Very edge of the world
You hid your face and turned away in terror
Until slowly you found yourself in its precincts
And a wave knocked you head over heels
Immersing you in the immense deep.
Thales was right
We are all water
Melting like a wicked witch
As time itself melts like a Dalinian clock
The hand touched
Liquefying in your watery grasp
No solid ground but it moves
In a changing river of time.
Your body shifts as you tumble
Fluid, a different you in different water
Immersing again and again in the long spiraling stream
The mirror, water’s agent
Showing the blur of form over time.
Then, unspiraling
Pulled by the dark current of oblivion
Your arms making deep strokes of forgetting
The props of self cast off
Your name, your lust, all denuded
Shape dissolving and reconstituting
In the ceaseless rhythm of the waves.
Yet, “hydatorizon” said Parmenides of the earth
That it is rooted in water
Something persists
Proclaiming a self
Though sunk in the sea like dead men’s bones.
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Published on October 30, 2019
Published by Lulu
0-1000 words
Genre:Poetry
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