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Wolf Lamb Bomb
Wolf Lamb Bomb
Wolf Lamb Bomb
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Wolf Lamb Bomb

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Aviya Kushner's debut poetry collection, Wolf Lamb Bomb, revives and reimagines the Book of Isaiah in an intimate conversation between woman and prophet. In the aftermath of September 11th, ongoing violence in the Middle East, and resurgent antisemitism, Kushner reflects on a Biblical understanding of humanity and justice. Wolf Lamb Bom

LanguageEnglish
PublisherOrison Books
Release dateJun 1, 2021
ISBN9781949039184
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Aviya Kushner

Aviya Kushner grew up in a Hebrew-speaking home in New York. She is the author of The Grammar of God: A Journey into the Words and Worlds of the Bible (Spiegel & Grau / Penguin Random House), which was a National Jewish Book Award Finalist, a Sami Rohr Prize for Jewish Literature Finalist, and one of Publishers Weekly's Top 10 Religion Stories of the year, as well as the poetry chapbook Eve and All the Wrong Men (Dancing Girl Press, 2019). Kushner is The Forward's language columnist, and previously wrote a travel column for The International Jerusalem Post. She is an associate professor at Columbia College Chicago, a founding faculty member at the Randolph College MFA program, and a member of The Third Coast Translators Collective. Her work has been supported by the Howard Foundation, the Illinois Arts Council, and the Memorial Foundation for Jewish Culture.

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    Wolf Lamb Bomb - Aviya Kushner

    The Book of Isaiah

    For years I wanted to be that angry,

    and for it to be that beautiful.

    I loved the poetry of rage.

    And now, all I can remember are the hills:

    I can hear the fire in them, words shaking earth. Even a bull

    knows its owner, an ass its master.

    Hear, heavens. Give ear, oh Earth.

    I.

    A Voice Rings Out

    Music

    Like a lyre my head moans

    for the girls who are taken, the young

    wives—and I cannot decide

    if I too want to be a wife,

    bound and also protected,

    or if I would rather be a lone

    crooner in the wilderness,

    there not by choice but by

    a wire, a flame,

    a pillar, a force of earth.

    Art is a religion, some say,

    with a sad nod of their heads,

    but I think it is also a wife

    and husband, a God and servant,

    friend and sweet master, music and moan.

    Rumor

    There’s a crazy man in those hills,

    howling that he can comfort us all.

    There’s an old crazy man in all of us,

    saying I raised you, made you tall,

    and you—you, rebellious little wuss,

    you forgot that an ox knows who owns

    him, an ass knows his place. Rain falls

    and we rain blame, the way our ancestors

    rained blame. Bombs explode in a faraway

    city where I once lived, and the world rains

    its curses on man, on God, on the whole idea

    of I will be what I will be, I am what I am,

    forget tenses because I am past and present

    and future, and I breathed you

    into you. Listen, someone once said—

    I am comforting you, breathing

    through an old, towering prophet

    who is nothing but a singer on a stage,

    a singer when there is only one

    light left, and the soft illusion of a face.

    In a few years you too will be just rumor,

    a fire, dry grass, a singer who sang and then

    disappeared from the lilt of performance,

    the light of the audience, the light of the world.

    A balm to the crazy, the rebel, the wuss—

    Isaiah to the nations of the earth.

    Like the tale of an old crazy man in the hills,

    a song and a howl, a wolf and a lamb,

    a story everyone claims.

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