Jeffrey C. Robinson

A Big Jewish Book: Subterranean Bible

 

30 November 2017, Mitchell Library, Glasgow

             Tonight I will introduce to you, or for those who already know it re-acquaint you with, a wild, unexpected, and yet scholarly and authentic anthology or assemblage of Jewish poetry, published in 1978, called A Big Jewish Book: Poems & Other Visions of the Jews from Tribal Times to Present, edited by Jerome Rothenberg.  Although it gathers materials, and commentaries about them, from the Bible, the Talmud, Apocrypha, the Zohar, the famous medieval Jewish poets, poetry from the Yiddish traditions, and modern poetry—many familiar works in their own right—it creates out of them and less canonical writings a subversive and subterranean Bible.  This analogy Rothenberg makes explicit, transposing and transforming the three-fold division of Torah, Prophets, and Writings into Ways, Visions, and Writings.  Jerome Rothenberg, likely the premier anthologist of poetry in the world today, has a calling: to create assemblages of poetry that, by their fecundity and surprise,  demonstrate how the institutions that govern culture and society have straitened, reduced, and homogenized all available writings to suit the needs of the prevailing empowered monoculture.  Like the Bible, The Big Jewish Book is “big” because of its heterogeneity.  The poets aren’t only patriarchs but, as he says, “mystics, thieves, and madmen.”   I will give you a taste of the book’s contents, its spirit and intention, moving from its acknowledgement of exile, nothingness, and constraint, to its ecstatic otherworldiness, to its diversity and this-worldliness, to its rituals in lyric, and to its political contentiousness.

The book’s epigraph, from the Babylonian Talmud sets the terms for what is to come:

             Rabbi Eliezer said

                        “prayer ‘fixed’?

                        “his supplication bears no fruit

. . . . . . . . . .

            the question next came up: what

                        is FIXED?

            Rabba & Rabbi Yosef answered

                        “whatever blocks the will

                        “to MAKE IT NEW

 How ever-present in history and theology seems this blocking agent!—whether the monotheistic god, kings, makers of the Torah, institutions like churches and synagogues, and in our own times many prestigious publishing agencies, and schools and universities; or, historical catastrophes from the Babylonian exile to the expulsion from Spain to the European Holocaust.  The Stony Law, in all its manifestations, becomes the challenge for the poet to reject authority, to make it nothing, and in so doing, in accepting the at once theological and political void, he or she, like God in Genesis, is positioned to create and to name, to “make it new.” 

Unlike God, the poet him- or herself exiled and seeking liberation for an exiled or repressed people, reflects the difficult human position in the face of the void: unstable, inhabiting more than the normal domain of consciousness: “the wind of freedom blows as hard as that of madness.” “Unreason is the Jew’s vocation. It means believing in his mission.” “I am no longer with myself. / I am with all of you. / With your foreheads. With your hearts / For the same tomorrows.”  The Jewish poet situates  him- or herself in the human and the non-human at the same time.  A Big Jewish Book wonderfully presents the account of Jacob wrestling with the Angel as an embodiment of the poet wrestling with the tyranny of divine rule which gives him access to divinity itself:

 Let me go (says the Angel)

for the dawn is breaking

But he said

I will not let you go

unless you bless me

He said to him

What is your name

And he said

Yaakov

Now he said:

Not Yaakov / Heel-Sneak shall your name be said henceforth

but rather Yisrael / Fighter of God [man-who-sees-God]

for you fought with God

and prevailed

Yaakov asked

he said

O tell me your name

But he said

Why do you ask about my name

And he blessed him there

Yaakov called the name of the place Peniel /God’s Face

for

I have seen God

face to face

and my life is saved

 As the commentary to this passage says: “The line between sight & vision vanishes: the man who fights the angel-god becomes the angel Israel himself.”  From the point of view of the standard institutional hierarchies of society and religion and poetry, the poet is indeed a mystic, thief, or madman, or in the case of Yaakov, a trickster.  These Jewish poets identify with Jews generally as “mental rebels, who refuse consensus, thus become—even when bound to their own Law, or in the face of “holocaust,” etc.—the model for the Great Refusal to the lie of Church & state.”

The poetry that results actually, says Rothenberg, is “no minor channel, it is the poetic mainstream that [the poet] finds here: magic, myth, & dream; earth, nature, orgy, love, the female presence the Jewish poets named Shekinah.”  And this mainstream begins with the void—what in Genesis precedes creation.  The 18^th-century Rabbi Nachman of Bratslav, in an incredible poem called “The Torah of the Void,” writes:

 The light [God] condensed

sideways

thus was space made

an empty void.

 

In space days and measures

came into being.

So the world was created.

 

This voice was needed

for the world’s sake,

so that it may be

put into place. . . .

And the void?

It is nothing but

the no-thing which takes up

no space at all.

All it does is separate

between the Divine which fills

and the Divine which surrounds

the world.

Without the void

all would have been One.

But then

there would not have been

any creature—any world.

So the void is a kind of

Divine Wisdom of not being

so there can be division

between one kind of being

            and another.

 This wisdom of not being, he goes on, is not a something but it makes all somethings possible. 

            All somethings: the vision of these poets and of Rothenberg as their gatherer thrives upon a belief in representing the diversity of lives and states of being:  In a poem called “Moon” from the 13^th-century Zohar, or Book of Splendour, Moses de Leon writes in the following disturbing way about such diversity, contrast, contradiction:

             [The Moon’s] hands & feet take hold of it, she’s like a lion clinging to his prey.

            Her nails are those who call to mind the sins of men inscribing them with rigor & exactness.

            The parings of her nails are those who do not cleave to the King’s Body & suck from the side of uncleanness when the moon begins to wane.

            So Solomon, after he had inherited the moon in its fullness also desired to inherit it in its defective state, to gain the knowledge of the spirits & the demons, inheriting the moon on every side.

 In A Big Jewish Book the Jews aren’t the chosen people, but, simply and diversely, people.  Out of nothing—whether the original nothing, the iconoclasm of the patriarchs, or the nothings of holocaust--the trickster poet in his or her madness creates a wild mix of voices and images, worldly and unworldly.

            The poets refuse the vision of a diminished, quotidian reality.  From the Zohar: “Alas for the blindness of the sons of men, all unaware as they are how full the earth is of strange & invisible beings & hidden dangers, which could they but see, they would marvel how they themselves can exist on the earth.”  And the 18^th-century Nachman of Bratzlav proposes the following “vision event” of an outpouring of angels:

 Imagine that you could constantly recall all that we know about the future world.

            There is an angel with a thousand heads.

            Each head has a thousand tongues.

            Each tongue has a thousand voices.

            Each voice has a thousand melodies.

            Imagine the beauty of this angel’s song.

             Out of the void, breaking from the Stony Laws of tradition, the poet, what Gershom Scholem called the “nihilist mystic,” makes ecstatic events of beauty, which expand the notion of the person to the divine, the natural, and even the world of daily tasks: all is holy.  The poet’s work is just as laborious as it is ungovernable and instinctive.  Consider this poem, “Illustrious Ancestors,” by the American poet Denise Levertov, about the near-impossible poetics of craft mixing with visionary immediacy:

             The Rav

            of Northern White Russia declined,

            in his youth, to learn the

            language of birds, because

            the extraneous did not interest him; nevertheless

            when he grew old it was found

            he understood them anyway, having

            listened well, and as it is said, ‘prayed

                                    with the bench and the floor.’ He used

            what was at hand—as did

            Angel Jones of Mold, whose meditations

            were sewn into coats and britches.

                                    Well, I would like to make,

            thinking some line still taut between me and them,

            poems direct as what the birds said,

            hard as a floor, sound as a bench,

            mysterious as the silence when the tailor

            would pause with his needle in the air.

             A Big Jewish Book refusing to rely for its power on the orthodox narrative of the Jewish people, nonetheless seems to push for a kind of poetic ritual, of poetic making, that absorbs some of that narrative’s themes: the void before creation, diversity of beings natural and human and divine, naming them, the sexuality of man and woman, exile (always exile), and the endless desire to improve the conditions of life, to acknowledge its mystery, and yet find it good . . . and beautiful.  The brilliant, and still under-acknowledged 20^th-century New York poet Charles Reznikoff wrote these two tiny poems that capture the ritual:

1

How difficult for me is Hebrew:

even the Hebrew for mother, for bread, for sun

is foreign.  How far have I been exiled, Zion.

2

What are you doing in our street among the automobiles, horse?

How are your cousins, the centaur and the unicorn?

 Defining himself squarely as a Jewish exile but a poet who liberates the gloom of exile with the whimsy of fantasy, Reznikoff participates in The Great Refusal—his own form of lyric politics.

Reznikoff translated the medieval poet Jehuda Halevi’s Song to Zion, the beginning and end of which I present here: Notice again the ritual movement from exile to liberation in song:

             My heart in the East

            and I at the farthest West:

            how can I taste what I eat or find it sweet

            while Zion

            is in the cords of Edom and I

            bound by the Arab? . . .

            Zion, do you ask if the captives are at peace—

            the few that are left?

            I cry out like the jackals when I think of their grief;

            but, dreaming of the end of their captivity,

            I am like a harp for your songs.

             The more I think about it, the more A Big Jewish Book seems the shining result of Jacob’s wrestling with the angel—wrestling with all forms of constraints to liberate the vitality of song across all stretches of humanity.  With Gertrude Stein, the constraint is unquestionably “patriarchal poetry.”  Here the traditional narrative, or “history,” tilts towards the vision of the patriarchs, and towards the makers of the Torah; the very idea of origins has the same familiar bias.  As she writes:

             Their origin and their history patriarchal poetry their origin and their history patriarchal poetry their origin and their history.

            Patriarchal Poetry.

            Their origin and their history.

            Patriarchal Poetry their origin and their history their history patriarchal poetry their origin patriarchal poetry their history their origin patriarchal poetry their history patriarchal poetry their origin patriarchal poetry their history their origin.

             To conclude: In what has become a well-known outcry and challenge to post-Holocaust poetry, the left-wing German Jewish critical thinker Theodor Adorno declared: There can be no poetry after Auschwitz—by which he means, as I understand it, no poetry can be written that does not diminish and divert one and  inevitably become trapped in the oceanic darkness of that anti-event.  But the primary dynamic of Jewish poetry from earliest times to the present—of creation out of the most totalizing constraints—which, by the way, is the dynamic of everything written in what Rothenberg called the poetic mainstream—has led him to insist that “there is only poetry after Auschwitz,” a promise fulfilled by A Big Jewish Book.          

 [Editor’s Note.  A Big Jewish Book went out of print many years ago, but a condensed version, Exiled in the Word, published by Copper Canyon Press in 1989, remains available through Amazon and other outlets.  The later account by Jeffrey Robinson, above, is, however, the best summary ever & opens up facets of the project that provide a revelation of the possibilities that Harris Lenowitz & I were exploring when the book was first composed in the mid-1970s.  Talk of an expanded & revised edition has been going on for several years now, & news of its progress will appear on Poems and Poetics as, & if, it develops. (j.r.)]