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Dan Bellm Poet and translator: "An American artist of enormous gifts and discipline" -- June Jordan

Practice

Practice

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Synopsis:

Dan Bellm’s third book of poems takes as its starting point the Jewish practice of studying weekly portions of the Torah, the first five books of the Hebrew Bible, in an annual cycle. Working in the midrashic tradition—imaginatively explaining or expanding a Biblical text, often well beyond its literal meaning—the poems offer meditations on faith, doubt, yearning, family ties, love and loss, and the age-old roots of modern-day war.

“Reading Dan Bellm's poems, I think: this is blessing. I think of Auden saying, ‘In the deserts of the heart / Let the healing fountain start.’ I am in awe of how Bellm’s poems perform a dance with and against Holy Scripture. And I keep coming back to his lines about ‘the way the body addresses the soul / lending it shape / lending it comfort and sorrow.’ Practice is like a long prayer of wonder, gratitude, pain and loss and tenderness." —Alicia Ostriker

“Something happened to Dan Bellm in this third book that I believe will propel him most deservingly as one of the foremost poets of his generation. Here, speaking the language of the prophets, revising it in a way that is both humble and heartbreakingly playful—remember Yeats’s ‘It is myself that I remake’?—Bellm achieves a quiet grandeur that casts a spell and does not let me be. I love Practice as a book-long sequence of parables, prayers, elegies, and incantations that are traditional and yet utterly contemporary. In assembling this formal collection, Bellm teaches us: We are living in Biblical times.” —Ilya Kaminsky

Book Excerpt:

Practice

Every seventh year you shall practice remission of debts.

Deuteronomy 15:1

How simple it ought to be, to practice compassion

on someone gone, even love him, long as he’s not

right there in front of me, for I turned to address him,

as I do, and saw that no one’s lived in that spot

for quite some time. O turner-away of prayer—

not much of a God, but he was never meant to be.

For the seventh time I light him a candle; an entire

evening and morning it burns; not a light to see

by, more a reminder of light, a remainder, in a glass

with a prayer on the label and a bar code from the store.

How can he go on? He can’t. Then let him pass

away; he gave what light he could. What more

will I claim, what debt of grace he doesn’t owe?

If I forgive him, he is free to go.

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Type of Work:

Poetry Collection

Publishers:

Sixteen Rivers Press

Purchase From:

Small Press Distribution


Original Publish Date:

March 1, 2008

Formats and associated ISBNs:

978-0-9767642-5-0

Formats:

Paperback