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The innovative debut collection from Adam Kammerling, Seder is an archived and deft account of a person reckoning with their heritage and family history. Hybrid, dexterous and informed, Kammerling retraces his Jewish heritage back to the concentration camps of Nazi Germany, as poems fluctuate through time and space, leaving us with a forbidding sense that what has changed over recent decades is not enough.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
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Seder
For Walter and Herta Kammerling
in the grass
so tell us
what faith
let us say
we return to when
for my grandfather the demob centre
look
emerging in Theresienstadt
practice
blood. darkness.
it is not propaganda’s task
but for the louse
thousands
I once read
we return to when
orange orange orange orange
now I am
in the moment
when I have drunk less
except my brothers used to watch me
it is nothing
Schwerbelastungskörper
before the kilning of the planets
through water
swimming
where is safe when
orange
swimming
to get away
why is this night different
now I’m throwing
the baker
my horsefly
then a man then a man
sssh
did you know
I select my own
simply
substances deadly to goldfish
I am watching
onto this scene
notice
my mum wanted girls
the river is where
now I know
Notes
Acknowledgments
Titles are included as reference points, and as bridges. While each poem can be taken individually, they belong to this lineage of texts.
pl. Seders, or Sederim. Judaism. A ritual feast commemorating the exodus of the Jews from Egypt held on the first nights of Passover. Origin of Seder Hebrew: seder – order, arrangement.
they declared our blood
the wrong shade
I was not murdered here with Aunt Ruth
I pick up a beetle with two fingers
watch its belly palpitate
there is a goldfish in the horse pond
a white stork stood at the barracks
Reverend Father in this school assembly of
dust and new smells how you found god in the Cold
War’s failing liver; the jungle training your eye to pick
skulls through the scope from fifty metres drop bodies
through windows tell us how you came back changed
married your sweetheart for a dowry of cornbread and
then your daughter snatched from school by a man
you knew he took her for two days nearly
ending your life in half-knowing your knuckle-pit
screaming rife in the closet ammo in the drawers
rifle rifle rifle rifle tell us
father that you crouched darkly in his garden your
face shoeblack blurred to pop his head like a grape
this whole gymnasium’s fraying their sleeves tell us
your index finger opened and then closed the glass
circle to make the wall wet with him but you won’t
tell us how she came back changed and you father
stroke the hair lock from her face but the screaming
bushes to bathroom window but the equation that
