'Ripening' presents Suttner as master craftsman who has skilled himself in the metier of turning biography into art. As a poet he believes that poetry lies all around in the trivialities of life and what is required is simply a poetic ear and an imaginative eye. As Amitav Ghosh wrote of Agha Shahid Ali, "he has a sorcerer's ability to transmute the mundane into magical".
(Moizur Rehman Khan, Co-Editor, Prosopisia Literary Journal)
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I wish you a long life
It takes seven years to recover
from the shock of being born
it takes seven years to recover from giving birth
it takes seven years to recover from school
it takes seven years to recover from work
It takes seven years to recover
from relocation and emigration
it takes seven years to recover
from the deaths of loved ones
it takes seven years to recover
from being made redundant
it takes seven years to recover from divorce
it takes seven years to recover
from the realisation more's behind than ahead
so may you live
long enough to recover
(from "Becoming the Sea")
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When I was a young man
my father wanted to
place his hands on my head
and give me the blessing
Jewish fathers give to their sons:
"Eloheem yasimcha
keEfrayim oo cheMenashe...
May G-d make you
like Efraim and like Menasheh”
and I did not allow him
because I had formed
judgements about him
of the sort children,
in the fog of youth,
form of their parents
and now that he has been
in the grave
and in my heart
eleven years
and I am older
and understand
I say to him:
forgive me
forgive me
forgive me
and I say to myself
forgive me
(from "Becoming the Sea")
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Manofesto
I love weekends, I love the week
I love to find, I love to seek
I love the strong, I love the weak
I love the trough, I love the peak
I love the day, I love the night
I love to snuggle, I love to fight
I love the stand, I love the flight
I love what’s wrong,
I love what’s right
I love what’s born, I love what dies
I love what laughs, I love what cries
I love what limps, I love what flies
I love routine, I love surprise
I love the short, I love the long
I love the right, I love the wrong
I love the silence and the song
I love what’s been here all along
I love what loves, I love what hates
for all of them are passing states
are passing states upon the screen
of That which sees but is not seen
(from "Ripening")
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I place Imah on my right knee
and love her unconditionally
place father on my left
and love him as he’d love to be
and in this way
I parent me
(from "Ripening")
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Snapshut
at rites of passage, on family holidays
in amusement parks, museums and birthday parties
all over the over-developed world
tired parents
in the darkroom as to how
to connect to themselves
or their children
run after them
taking pictures
so that the present moment
missed over and over again
may be recorded for posterity
(from "Hidden and Revealed")
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Diaspora Fears
every now and then
like a man in an edgy crowd
who checks his pockets:
keys
wallet phone
I go online to make sure:
Israel (from "Hidden and Revealed")
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my mobile phone
might be a goy
doesn't recognise words
like shabbos
or oy
( from my forthcoming collection "Glimmers")
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KORBAN OLAH [SACRIFICE]
the rabbi (bachelor, available) at the only shul vaguely near me — who prepares the food himself for monthly communal dinners — left the broccolini and brussel sprouts in the oven too long: a burnt offering pleasing to the Lord
from https://judithmagazine.substack.com/p/ritual-emersion
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One piece in this collection speaks of keeping “one eye looking out and two eyes looking in.” That just about sums up these poems; the outer world is never lost while the inner is always doubly found. .... Ripening sings!
(Wayne-Daniel Berard, Editor, Windfall, a journal of spiritual poetry.)
I have always admired Immanuel’s writing. But nothing prepared me for the delights of his new collection, 'Ripening': the richness and wryness of the word play, the deeply poignant (yet never sentimental) play of emotions. The collection is aptly titled: Suttner's craft has ripened into maturity.
(Prof. David Medalie, Director of the Unit for Creative Writing at the University of Pretoria.)
Immanuel Suttner's poems overflow with humanity and feeling. But more than that — intimations of the metaphysical, history and identity, a sense of irony, playfulness. Reading them, I feel I am peering into the poet’s soul, and occasionally, tears well in my eyes.
(Mitchell James Kaplan, award winning author of novels By Fire, By Water, and The Unbounded Night.)