Tag Archives: Shoah

REMEMBER THE CHILDREN


REMEMBER THE CHILDREN
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These remembrance days in May: Remembering the Children

Beautiful digital art – mixed techniques by Naomi Backer – http://xn3art.wordpress.com/ – Words by Elie Wiesel (Nobel price winner)
“… Of course we could try to forget the past. Why not? Is it not natural for a human being to repress what causes him pain, what causes him shame? Like the body, memory protects its wounds. When day breaks after a sleepless night, one’s ghosts must withdraw; the dead are ordered back to their graves. But for the first time in history, we could not bury our dead. We bear their graves within ourselves. For us, forgetting was never an option.” ~ Elie Wiesel (Nobel Lecture 1986)

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INTERNATIONAL HOLOCAUST REMEMBRANCE DAY


remember 

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portraits

painted in blue sky

names

chiseled in concrete

call for shalom

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this heart

feels pain

cherishes love

remembers names

eyes that suffer

whispers of peace

©2013 27-01 Edjo Frank

Two New Weblogs concerning the Holocaust Haiku project


Two new weblogs has been launched, completely dedicated to the Haiku poetry project TRAGEDIES TO REMEMBER, A TRIBUTE.

The simular weblogs are in
English: www.tragedies2remember.com
Dutch: www.omnooittevergeten.wordpress.com

The project consists of a series of Haiku poems on the Holocaust, the extinguishing of the European Jews during World War II, and forms a tribute to all victims and survivors, especially the great number of known and unknown members of my family.

The Dutch painter, illustrator and graphic artist Diana van Halwww.dianavanhal.nl – is realizing a number of paintings for this project, that will serve as illustrations for the poetry book and also for panels of a traveling exposition, together with the projected poems.

This poetry project is in the last stage of development.The English manuscript is finished . The Dutch version is in the writing stage at this moment, and will adopt the title OM NOOIT TE VERGETEN (Never to Forget).

The poertry manuscript has already found its way to the Yad Vashem Holocaust Memorial Museum in Jerusalem and the Ghetto Fighters’ House Museum in Galilea, Israel. With the Museum Herinneringskamp Westerbork in the Netherlands is consultation to organize an exposition in the first half of 2011.

Both weblogs will frequently publish fresh information on the project, the realization, news and media, and the agenda with activities to come.

I invite you warmly to take a look at the English weblog TRAGEDIES TO REMEMBER and the Dutch weblog OM NOOIT TE VERGETEN.

KAMP WESTERBORK CAMP


KAMP WESTERBORK CAMP WESTERBORK 

 

yesterday
we cried

hand in hand
my sister and I
feeling the love
the ones we never met 

 

gisteren huilden wij
hand in hand
mijn zus en ik
voelen de liefde
de onzen die wij nooit hebben ontmoet
grandfather’s last words
a small paper
thrown out of the train
headed for Auschwitz
pay the tailor’s bill  

 

grootvaders laatste woorden
een papiertje
gegooid uit de trein
richting Auschwitz
betaal de kleermaker 

 

between the rows
the birches
waved
songs of sorrow
my dark mind  

 

tussen de rijen
de berken
wuifden
klaagliederen
mijn donkere geest 

 

ashes
follow the trail
east
reconciliation
nameless roots
resten as
volgen het spoor
oost
eenwording
naamloze afkomst 

 

 

the unthinkable
no traces left
countless
despair
carved in little stones
het onvoorstelbare
verdwenen sporen
ontelbaar
wanhoop
in steen gebeiteld 

life
this precious present
apparently timeless
lost
in a split second 

 

leven
dit kostbare geschenk
schijnbaar tijdloos
verloren
in een oogwenk 

 

 

stop grieving
death does not exist
in the sky
we can see
all faces
wanhoop niet
de dood bestaat niet
boven in de lucht
zien wij
alle gezichten 

 

Impressions  –  Impressies
Joyce Frank    Edjo Frank
16 november 2010 

 

Tragedies to Remember, a Tribute


Frontpage Poem book

The last days of August 2010 I finished this project that was strongly appealing to me for quite a long time.
The project consists of a series of Haiku poems, written in English, on the tragedy that encountered my relatives and the Jewish people as a whole during the Shoah.

I wanted to account for the dark history, during World War II that overcame my family and caused that I have never known my grand-parents and many other relatives.I wanted to pay a tribute to the life and merits of all of them, the greater p art of whom were massacred and the few that survived.

As a small boy I felt and knew instinctively that there was a strong reason why my questions remained unanswered. My mom and dad went undercover and participated in the resistance group around the illegal Dutch journal “Het Parool”. The two survived, taking with them a burden for life. They told me a lot of formal information and stories, mostly cleaned of the emotional load.

The important missing part – emotion – came much later, little by little, when my father had to be mentally treated by professor Bastiaanse and afterwards started to write down his memoirs in his books in a novelized way. And through the interviews and video tracks recorded by Steven Spielberg at my parents’ home for the Survivors of the Shoah Visual History Foundation.
Until now my sister and I are puzzling to find missing links of relatives and their offspring.
Dordrecht, the Netherlands 31th August 2010.

Tragedies to Remember, a Tribute


TRAGEDIES TO REMEMBER

I just finished in concept a project that was strongly appealing to me for quite a long time.
This project consists of a series of Haiku poems, written in English, on the tragedy that encountered my relatives and the Jewish people as a whole during the Shoah.

I wanted to account for the dark history, during World War II that overcame my family and caused that I have never known my grand-parents and many other relatives.
I wanted to pay a tribute to the life and merits of all of them, the greater part of whom were massacred and the few that survived.

As a small boy I felt and knew instinctively that there was a strong reason why my questions remained unanswered. My mom and dad went undercover and participated in the resistance group around the illegal Dutch journal “Het Parool”. The two survived, taking with them a burden for life.
They told me a lot of formal information and stories, mostly cleaned of the emotional load.

The important missing part – emotion – came much later, little by little, when my father had to be mentally treated by professor Bastiaanse and afterwards started to write down his memoirs in his books in a novelized way. And through the interviews and video tracks recorded by Steven Spielberg at my parents’ home for the Survivors of the Shoah Visual History Foundation.
Until now my sister and I are puzzling to find missing links of relatives and their offspring.

Upcoming I will put a finishing touch at the Haiku poems and try to find a publisher to realize a booklet.
30 August 2010.