Auschwitz Museum

An unexpected and moving honour. My poem “Heidegger in the Forest” has been selected for a second edition of an anthology of poetry published by the Auschwitz Museum. Here’s a link to the old one.

My poem was about how the German philosopher Martin Heidegger avoided speaking to the Jewish poet Paul Celan after the war.

Heidegger in the forest

Always the same questions. The forest —
That astonishing phenomenon —
Is about to remember itself.
But why are these yellow celandine
Woven into the hedgerows like stars?
Why is there spring and not spring?

And here there is always this presence,
Of that Juden poet who knows me;
Who came to sign my visitors’ book
With the black ink of the unmentioned;
Who bears my shamanic language
Like a token sewn close to his star.

I consider this fact in a clearing:
His family were fed to the flames
But the fire that dwells in his sorrow
Cannot unblock my frozen mouth.
He has dogged my solitary tracks,
And I? I went once to his readings.

This mental picture torments me:
The poet and his risen mother.
I see his mother’s hair, he kisses it
He lets it stream through his fingers
Like it was the strands of his people
Still unshorn from the head of Being.

Why is there Auschwitz and not Auschwitz?
Thoughts like sleepers shifting on the shelves;
Always the same questions…

Was is das — die Philosophie?
Was is das?

By Peter Kenny

I lead a double life. Identity #1. A writer of poems, comedy plays, dark fiction and the odd libretto. Identity #2: A marketing outlier, working with London creative agencies and my own clients as a copywriter and creative consultant.

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