israeli politics

“You and I will change the world,” sang Arik Einstein, who died 8 years ago on the ever of Hanukkah.  It was such an important song and such an important idea.  “And then everyone else will join in,” is the second line.  Doing a good deed for others, he said, is contagious.  

I sometimes cry when I hear him sing this.  

no.  I always cry when I hear it.  I pass his house and I cry.   

This is what I wrote 8 years ago for him.

 

Arik

 

The last time I saw him

he pushed back from the table

stood and pulled up his shirt

to show his stomach.

“This,” he said, “this is solid.”

And I agreed.

 

Last month I passed

the restaurant,

“Crown of the East,”

and thought –

it’s still there

 

Where I sat once with Eli

who’s long dead, and they’re even now

probably talking song and soccer,

and Arik still drops by.

 

But today comes with news

suddenly with his death

the spontaneity of a people’s love,

the same public fervor he would have said

distracts us from important issues…

 

And always always I hear him

on the radio, on my smartphone,

in my head,

wherever I am

and I think:

this, this is solid.

 

 

 

 

november 29, 2021 – you Read Post »

israeli politics

The little things that can wrong took all my day.  It started out with the EKG that went wrong.  I mean it went fine medically. But I lost my card between the nurse who signed me in and the nurse two feet away doing the cardiogram, who looked me up instead.  As soon as the test was over I was ushered out of the clinic as per protocol.  So I couldn’t even look for my card.  And when the results came back to me in the waiting room they told me they didn’t find my card, and to go to get a new one at the office.  There was a line in the office and when I got to the secretary, she admitted she couldn’t do it and took me to another office.  Which was closed.  But so what, right?  But I needed the card to get my medication at the drugstore. 

The hell with it. 

so I go home and the supermarket delivery that was supposed to arrive at nine in the morning shows up at twelve when I am just online ordering a new health clinic card.  And half is missing.  And there’s no receipt so I am not sure what else I ordered that didn’t arrive.  The part that is delivered is melted or – I eventually discover – is spoiled.  But first I waste another hour whatsapping with the supermarket and arguing.  

So I almost forgot that tonight was Hanukah until the kids called and sang songs.  And Oren in a cruise ship somewhere in the Mediterranean sent pictures of candle lighting.  But I’m too cross with all that went wrong today (there was more – don’t ask) that I dragged out an old menorah you may find entertaining – from the 6-day war.

 

november 28, 2021 – little things Read Post »

israeli politics

Since this morning I’ve been coughing like crazy and barely managing to breathe.  Even though I managed to make it to the dog park to visit Charly, it was hell keeping up with him, and I fell into bed after that.  What will help me?  The rheumatic fizz Ezi forced on me?  the antihistamines?  the nasal spray?  No.    Only Goggle Moggle – the original – where your mother beats 2 eggs with honey and then pours boiling milk over it.  And then, maybe if you’re grown up – a little shnapps for that extra zip.  Unfortunately, my mother is long gone, and it doesn’t work as well when you make it for yourself…

november 27, 2021 – goggel mogel Read Post »

israeli politics

In my stumbling computer I discover today that I have translated at least 50 poems by the late Moti Geldman.  I’m trying to get together a eulogy that is not like the hundreds of others that have appeared in the papers, or the talks that were given in the many evenings in his memory.   In the past couple of years, I’ve not been in touch with any of my old poet friends, not because they are not worthy or wonderful but because I’m not feeling equal to the task.   And although Moti and I were good friends, and shared so much, I didn’t even know he was ill.  fifty poems

november 27, 2021 – Moti Geldman Read Post »

israeli politics

Two kids and one grandchild are traveling in different countries as the Omicron variant of the virus is beginning to rage.  As I see it, there are two ways of looking at it:  1.  OMG – why have they left their safe homes?  2.  thank goodness they are in places where the variant hasn’t been discovered yet.   We seem to have been one of the first to have imported the variant because, allegedly, a woman who tested positive at the airport ignored the command to go into isolation and went down to Eilat.  Who knows how many people have been touch by this?  Even one who had been triply vaccinated.  So maybe it’s good that some of our kids are not here.  in the meantime I’m staying home and worrying.

november 27, 2021 – travel Read Post »

israeli politics

We had the proper overwhelming thanksgiving dinner yesterday and are suitably stuffed today.  But that’s nothing compared to what’s going to happen to us on Hannukah.   Unless the new variant keeps us away from the children we’ve got latkes and sufganiyot every night of the week, starting Sunday evening.  So for the moment we’ve got a little time to ourselves, and I managed to screw up the connections to this website.  Now I’ve got to find someone who knows something about wordpress so I don’t screw it up further. 

 

november 26, 2021 – between the holidays Read Post »