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April 2009
Review by Ricky Rapoport Friesem

"The Words We Used"
poems by Robert Cooperman
Main Street Rag Publishing Company (2009)
"You Don’t Have To Be Jewish To Love Levy’s Real Jewish Rye" was the slogan of a successful marketing campaign several decades ago. By the same token, you don’t have to know Yiddish to love the poems in "The Words We Used", but if you do understand Yiddish, reading these poems will be an absolute "m’chaya."*
In the 75 poems in this collection, Cooperman takes us on a trip down memory lane. But what a trip! Imagine Woody Allen’s humorous, ironic insight combined with a Borsht-Belt vocabulary and the "weltschmerz" and seasoned sensitivity of a true poet and you will begin to get some idea of the bittersweet experience these poems evoke. And along the way, Cooperman introduces a gallery of unforgettable characters-- the Macher, the Schlimazel, the Bubbe, the Mohel-- weird wonderful and achingly familiar to anyone who grew up in a Jewish immigrant family in 20th century America.
Robert Cooperman, "a Brooklyn boy, right down to a B.A. at Brooklyn College," moved to Denver in 1974 where he received a Ph.D. in Creative Writing, specializing in 19th Century British Literature. He has taught English at the University of Georgia and Bowling Green State University, in Ohio. Cooperman is the author of eight previous collections, most recently, A Tiny Ship Upon the Sea (March Street Press), The Long Black Veil (Higganum Hill Books), and A Killing Fever (Ghost Road Press). In the Colorado Gold Fever Mountains (Western Reflection Books) won the Colorado Book Award in 2000.
Cooperman is a genius at luring us into his poems with his "zaftig"* vocabulary and racy, comic descriptions and then hitting the reader with a punch in the guts in his final stanza. Marvelously vivid and entertaining, yet ultimately dead serious, "The Words We Used" masterfully conveys the essence of the complexity of the American Jew’s dual identity.
And I promise you, that after reading these poems, you will never again be able to eat chicken soup without remembering Robert Cooperman’s hilarious description of his mother’s Friday night specialty. Enjoy!
*Yiddish for a great delight, pleasure
*Yiddish for juicy, ripe
Review by Ricky Rapoport Friesem

Title: "A Dreamer's Guide to Cities and Streams"
Poems by Joan Gelfand
Expect the unexpected. In her latest collection of poetry, A Dreamer’s Guide to Cities and Streams, Joan Gelfand stuns the reader with her range of forms and styles. Whether Haiku, or Villanelle, lyric or rap, rhymed or narrative, the poems in this collection are suffused with her marvelous visual acuity, her ear for today’s language, her keen observations of the here and now.
A review of her 2006 collection entitled, “
Gelfand’s affinity with nature is matched by her anger and regret of how we treat our planet: In Requiem for a Dying World, she writes:
“The taste for cash replaces
The taste for something gorgeous”
In
“Knife edged hills laid leisurely, deceiving”, surprises us with “But for me, the languorous red swipe taunts,” and leaves us with the haunting,
“Sometimes, distance is greater than the space
Between two points.”
A Dreamer’s Guide to Cities and Streams is an outstandingly rich, multilayered collection that rewards the reader with new meanings and nuances at every reading. And you will want to read these poems again and again.
September 2008
Review by Ricky Rapoport Friesem

Title: "Light Lowering in Diminished Sevenths"
Poems by Judy Kronenfeld
The Lichfield Review Press 2008
You don’t have to be Jewish, or middle-aged, or a woman, or a first generation American, or from the Bronx to be blown away by the power and insight of Judy Kronenfeld’s poetry. But if you are any or all of the former, you will be astounded at her ability to probe your very essence in this outstanding collection, which is the winner of the Litchfield Review Poetry Book Prize for 2007
Judy Kronenfeld was born in New York and educated at Smith College and Stanford University where she received a Ph.D in English. She has taught English Literature at UC Riverside, UC Irvine, and Purdue University since 1984, and has been teaching in the Creative Writing Department at UC Riverside. Her criticisms, reviews, and poetry have appeared in numerous journals and anthologies. She is the author of a previous full-length collection and two chapbooks of poetry.
Light Lowering in Diminished Sevenths is an amazing expression of the poet’s love for her immigrant parents to whom this volume is dedicated. And much, much more. Kronenfeld has that rare ability to create indelible images that strike a responsive chord. In the poem, Unravelings, she describes the experience of clearing out her parents home, and settling a parent into a nursing home, where …"the widows and widowers, weary after our hour’s visit, sleep in their new small rooms, curled around the shape of silence, forgetting at the speed of light." In the poem, The Withering of Their State she is able, in just a few words, to express the essence of the poignant relationship between the once powerful parent figure and the now empowered offspring: "…they allow themselves to be removed, guided by the pliant elbows of those who still live in the bordered world."
With her keen eye for detail, Kronenfeld transforms everyday objects and experiences into sharp triggers of memories and emotions: "My mother’s pots came from Woolworth’s or Kresge’s, aluminum with tiny metal handles to burn my hands on, bottoms dimpled as a baby’s, round as rub-a-dub-dub, and scrubbed for fifty years." It says it all—the way we once were, the way we once lived.
In a moment of sheer happiness in Bonzo Wonders, Kronenfeld writes: " This aimless world’s not a blip in the mind of the all sufficient One - but the wild overflow of his hugely abundant, self-observing love, spangling eternity’s white boredom."
Kronenfeld could have been describing her brilliant poetry.
June 2008
Book Review by Ricky Rapoport Friesem

Title: The Vast Unknowing
by Nancy Shiffrin
Worldwide Association of Writers (WWAOW)
Buckle up. Hold tight!
Dr. Nancy Shiffrin earned her MA studying with the renowned author and diarist, Anais Nin. She earned her Ph.D at the Union Institute, studying Jewish-American Literature. Her work has won awards and honorable mentions from the
In Song, the evocative, lyric poem which opens this 143 page book, Shiffrin avers: “I cannot release the song lodged in my throat.” But then she does just that. Her poems spit words in a staccato shorthand. For example, in Cindy’s Twig, a grim, contemporary take on the Cinderella tale, she writes: “…full moon sneering in window star-freckled sky”. Words as weapons, words as balm, sometimes words that puzzle, words that arouse. In her poem, Special Relativity, she writes: “… I hate stories of lost women calloused hands head stuck in ovens .I’d rather describe mornings on the highway ochre hills mauve peaks aroma of grape and anise” But she does both, conjuring up a gallery of women with a fierce, often painful, cynicism on the one hand and evoking lyric, soaring images of nature on the other. Only in the section entitled “ My Jewish Education” does her brilliant incisiveness sometimes falter and create Woody Allen-like stereotypes. But perhaps this too was intentional.
Title: I am a Jew
Author: Mel Waldman
Published in 2008 by
303 Park Av. S., #1440
$17.99
Mel Waldman is a passionate Jew, a tortured Jew, an erudite Jew, a questioning Jew, a believing Jew, an apostate Jew. Propelled by contradictions and an unrequited idealism, he records his ongoing spiritual odyssey in this haunting, sometimes uplifting, sometimes disturbing, and always intensely personal collection of essays, memoir, short stories, poems, and plays.
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Judaism and psychoanalysis are the warp and weft with which Waldman, often with great artistry, has woven the fabric of his work. Waldman describes his book as a "literary smorgasbord" of plays, poems, short stories, vignettes, and articles. He is a talented writer and as such, should take up courage and, next time, serve us 'a la carte', starting with a volume devoted to his poetry as the first course. In particular, his Jewish haikus are deceptively simple and incredibly profound, moving, and deserve a volume unto themselves.
Oh yes, and numbering the pages would help.