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Old Cat: Poet Raphael Block

Old Cat: Poet Raphael Block

"I write about is what I see locally"

Sebastopol poet Raphael Block talks about his latest book of poetry, The Dreams We Share and shares several of his poems, including one about an old cat that sought out his attention. Described as an eco-poet, Block is moved by the Earth to speak in his own wonderful voice about what he sees and experiences all around him. “When I go outside, I'm literally moved by the earth. Physically. Emotionally. I would say spiritually too.” He makes note of what attracts his attention. “Sometimes it grows into a poem,” he says.


Raphael Block

Dale: I am joined by Raphael Block, a Sebastopol poet who has a new book out called The Dreams We Share. I will let you first introduce your wonderful voice.

Raphael: I'm delighted to be here. Thank you. 

Dale: Explain your voice. 

Raphael: It's mostly a London accent. I spent most of my life there, though I was born in Israel on a kibbutz, which parents went out from England to help found it. In fact, I spent the first year of my life there, which included a baby house and before they moved to Haifa, the port city, which is the same latitude as San Francisco and has a large bay.

When I first came to San Francisco on a visit in 1987, I felt immediately at home on a very visceral level because I could smell the pines as well as see the ocean. Perhaps I could share a poem about my childhood. 

Dale: Sure. Is that in the current book?

Raphael: It's about third or fourth one in. It's called "I touch my childhood scents."

I touch my childhood scents 

a sage leaf to roll and stuff 
into an acorn. We'd hollow
by scooping into its soft flesh. 

Close to it base, we'd pierce 
a hole for a stem and 
make a smoker's pipe. 

A wind-snapped pine branch—
I hold that sappy split near
my nose and I'm back in the hills 

of Haifa, the uncharted territory
of my boyhood, sailing pine bark
in puddles. And the little old man

with missing teeth carrying
a framework of sticks on his back
bearing bagel rings, pretzels, 

whole sunflower seeds wrapped in cellophane, 
whom we'd see 
on rare trips to town. 

I am that acorn now. And the sage
and pine? I’m still being drenched 
in their scents. 

And the long gone bagel man?
Perhaps from Poland or Russia? 
Perhaps, a concentration camp? 

Who makes the time to ask
as we buy their goods 
and hurry away? 

Dale: Very nice. How did you get to Sebastopol then? 

Raphael: We moved here 30 years ago before, my wife and three year old daughter. First West Marin, actually to the Inverness Point Reyes community and after five years there we were way out beyond Inverness. It was very beautiful, but it felt a little isolated as a community. And we were invited to come and live on a friend's property outside of Sebastopol. That's the short of it. 

Dale: Have you been writing poetry most of your life, or is it something that came in later in life?

Raphael: It came in later. In fact, if you'd have asked me in my forties would you like to come to a poetry gig? I'd have looked at you as if you were asking me the strangest question in the world. It came as a gift. I was 50 when I started writing after my wife's passing. She had breast cancer --Deborah my, my dearest and she passed 21 years ago.

I was fortunate to raise our daughter who was 11 years old at the time. Happily she lives close by now in Santa Rosa with her husband. And I'm very happy about that. 

Dale: That's an interesting thing of starting midlife in something very new. It's encouraging to maybe other people out there that think oh, I didn't do this as a kid. I didn't grow up doing this, but you can start something new. 

Raphael: Absolutely. In fact, I was raised on a science track. Poetry and the arts were not in my curriculum from age 13-14 in British schools. These things can happen anytime in life. 

Dale: So you describe yourself as a nature poet or an eco poet of sorts. How did that connection happen for you? 

Raphael: Every day, Dale, when I go outside, I'm literally moved by the earth. Physically. Emotionally. I would say spiritually too.

Even going for a walk, it can change your mood. It changes mine entirely and I'm observing and being affected by everything around me. That's how most of the poetry happens for me. It's observation of little details and I make notes of whatever it is that attracts my attention in that way.

Sometimes it grows into a poem, especially if it combines with some other inner experience. I'll give you an example if I may. Sure. I stepped into the garden a few days ago and I was about to actually go into town and jump into the car. I was on automatic. And a little voice said, "Hey, stop a minute. Take a couple of minutes. Just look at your garden." 

There was this black winged butterfly and it was really lustily beating its wings among the flowers. It took off. I could see an orange underside, landed again. I could see a kind of turquoise sheen on the wings. It was spectacular.

So I just watched and later on I wrote down a few lines about it and then it resonated in me. It reminded me of an experience I had, which was my seven years ago, I had the most serious operation of my life for Crohn's Disease, which has been my companion since at least age 29. I remember I spent seven hours on the operating table and they removed most of my digestive system. So I'm very lucky to be alive. I'm very grateful. So I connected it with that experience where I had to, I felt I had a choice of which side of the threshold I could land, and I had to beat my wings pretty lustily during that time to remain here because I still had work to do as well as relationships with my daughter and so on. 

Dale: So then like a conscious choice you had to... 

Raphael: Yeah, I had to fight for life. So then if I added that to the poem. It's a prose poem at the moment. It's just at a early stage. It has to grow still. So it's observing something, which is a classical way of approaching art. People have done that all over the world for thousands of years. You just take in, listen. Watch. I would say that's the most important quality needed in relation to the Earth at the present time, if I dare generalize, is to listen to the earth.

Dale: We find ourselves today spending a lot of time on digital devices. But those moments in nature, I guess need to be celebrated and recognized and encouraged. 

Raphael: I'm retired now, but even as a teacher, the less time I would spend on the screen, the better. I do spend a fair amount of time on email and other poetry related is absolutely grateful that I can type up my poems and then revise them easily.

But every minute you can spend or I can spend outside is really richly rewarded. I've given up social media because I don't want a virtual reality. I'd rather see the real thing, even looking out the window is a treat for me. 

Dale: That's great. How about reading another poem?

Raphael: Thank you. I'd like to share one, it's called “Her Unbroken Giving.” It's in the last section, I believe, which is called We the Healers. 

Her Unbroken Giving

It'll happen unplanned, 
like the gopher burrow 
that diverts the waters 
rushing down the hillside 
from their appointed channels 
to a flat patch -- 
where pools now gather, sit, 
trickle through layers of 
silt, sandstone, and clay 
to the aquifer 
that feeds the well. 
When I was a child 
and someone hurt me 
my petals closed, 
my shell snapped shut, 
I burrowed underground.

And what do I believe 
will coax this wounded Earth 
to show me Her face 
in all weathers. 

And what do I believe 
will coax our wounded Earth 
to show me Her face 
in all weathers.

Dale: In June, you have an event coming up. 

Raphael: Two (events). One is a Novato library. It's part of the Marin Summer Traveling Show. That's on Saturday the 17th. 2-3pm. There'll be a bunch of poets, very good poets. That's quite fun. I haven't been there before.

At the end of June, perhaps more locally for some people at least, is Cafe Frida on South A Street. Every three months, Ed Colletti hosts about eight poets. So I'll have about 10 minutes to share poems for my new book, and there'll be some other fabulous poets sharing their work. That's the last Sunday of June, the 25th from 1:00 to 3:00 PM. It's all up on my site, believe it or not, is my name:

Dale: I hear from other people, particularly poets that live in other parts of the country, that they don't all have the same kind of supportive community that we find here in Sonoma County. There are a lot of poets, but a lot of people that come together and connect with each other. 

Raphael: There are a lot of artists here too, of all kinds and that's a wonderful thing. I haven't lived in as an adult in other parts of the country but I've been very influenced when I had to retire for medical reasons, I started doing classes with Terry Ehret in Petaluma, one of our Sonoma County poet laureates, and she's edited all my books, all five of them.

Through her classes and also she and her husband Don hosted an annual New Year's brunch with 40 poets, I've met a lot of people in the field. We also have a lot of small poetry critique groups, which are very supportive of each other's work. 

Dale: If you're thinking of getting into this to find your way into the community and connect with other people.

Raphael: Yeah. There's actually Terry and Joanne Rosen produce a monthly Sonoma County literary update that's online, and that is a very rich network for anyone who wants to dip their toe in and see what's going on. 

Dale: I saw a poem in here, if I can pick one, it’s called “Old Cat.” 

Raphael: I also wanted to share that what I write about is what I see locally. So many of the poems are about local places. including the rocks overlooking Tomales Bay, Dusty Lane, which is off Furlong Road. It's just where I happen to walk the Laguna Ragle Park and that's where the poems happen. 

Old Cat 

Sitting on the deck, feet 
outstretched under a table, 
I feel fur rubbing 
against my toes, hear a low purr. 

It's become a ritual. She'll pause, 
slip ahead through the railing, 
or lie under my chair, and then return 
bend her ears, cheeks, whiskers, 
in this tug of love.

For years I gave her the least 
attention I could get away with. 
She's older than I'll ever 
be, plays hungry, riaows,
just to bring out my love. 

I stopped caring how much 
or how little, bend mostly 
to her will. Never understood 
her utter dependency 
until my own illness and surgery.

Now I'm the old cat. 

Dale: That's very nice. You read a love poem at a wedding? 

Raphael: I sang it. It's also the name of the first section. It's called “A Fraction of Love.”

A Fraction of Love

Tough as a tree trunk yet soft as leaves of lamb's ear. 
She won't shirk what's in front of her. 
She's no smoother over or pleaser. 
But a shade giver. 
Her crazy twists and turns will drive you dazed
into her meadow. She might shower 
you with flowers without excuse or pretense
or strip you like a wild onion 
until there are no layers of defense.
She doesn't shrink or flinch from knotted discord 
but undoes us all. 
A fraction of love 
gives life her sparkling dress. 
A fraction of love can never be said. 
Can never be said.

Dale: Thank you. 

Raphael: I consider them all gifts, all the poems. I don't claim I did them. It's taking too much credit because I discovered in my early thirties as I was a science kid that I got a chance to do life drawing. After an hour and a half with a live model, we'd look through the drawings as a class. I could never say consciously I did that. It came out of as a teacher, she expressed it. We were drawing, literally drawing out of the well, out of our own well, and so I love sharing them because they're gifts. 

Dale: Let's talk about the event at Sebastopol Center for the Arts.

Raphael: That's planned for Sunday, August 6th. That's the first weekend in August. It will be a benefit for Sebastopol Center for the Arts, and I'm fortunate enough to be joined by two other really wonderful poets: current poet laureate Elizabeth Peron and Maya Khosla, former poet laureate, and all three of us come from our own perspective but we're all three engaged in what's broadly known as eco poetry. We write about the earth, and in Elizabeth's case, for instance, she has a suite of poems about the current Ukraine- Russia war. That's part of the earth too. There's nothing. The earth embraces us in all her aspects, despite our treatment of her.

And it will be lovely there. There'll be a cellist playing as well. Her name is RutiCelli. And I'm greatly looking forward to the event.

Dale: How about one of the more local poems you mentioned?

Raphael: Yeah. Let's see.

I, this is the last poem in the book, and it happened in my backyard. It's called "In the Land." There is a tremendous peace I feel. The Earth. That's present in the Earth as long as we tune into it in ourselves as well as in the Earth. And it's easy to miss that because we're in such a bustle and a hurry. At this point in my life, I'm not in such a hurry. I'm happy to to receive those blessings.

In the Land

There's a peace in the land, 
a peace in the land. 
Morning fog and cloud dome the sky. 

Across the view fly a pair 
of Eurasian collared doves. 

In Glastonbury or Machu Picchu 
Mecca or Uluru/Ayers Rock,

you'll find resonating in you
a deep peace in the land.

Cars pace the highway, a scrub jay 
pecks ripening apples. 

When you are in the temples 
of Kyoto or shrines of Shrinigar 
or your own backyard, 

each time you open
there's peace in the land.

Dale: That's a really good. This is your last poem in the book. Tell people they can go to your website and find out about your book and how to buy your book. We mentioned several events. I'll put that in the listing here. 

Raphael: I'd also like to mention I do a monthly newsletter called Earth/Love. I interview people, mostly local people, for example, the last two issues were about these Ma Muse. Two wonderful singers and instrumentalists, Sarah Nutting and Karisha Longaker who live in Sebastopol and sing divinely. This coming month in June, I've interviewed a scientist at Bodega Marine Labs. It was my first visit there. 

Dale: Good. Raphael, thank you very much. It's good to hear you read and sing your poems in that lovely voice you have. Thank you very much. 

Raphael: Thank you, Dale.

Raphael's new book, The Dreams We Share, can be bought directly from him on his website,, and at Many Rivers Books & Tea, 130 S. Main Street, Sebastopol. You can also order it from your local independent bookstore.

SebARTS Benefit and Book Launch, Poems of Love and Landscape, Sunday August 6th.

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