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return of the flu - 1.6.26

I’m sure you have heard enough from me about the flu – but it’s back again.And a friend in NY wants me to go to a flu rehab hotel in the city.  I’ve always trusted the docs here, but lately – with our brain drain – I’m trusting the docs less and less.   But I’m not doing to a flu rehab in NY because my experiences there have not been better… not lately.  somehow i feel that we’ve lost the direction of progress in medicine lately.

but it could be the fever talking

 

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In Every Generation

jan 15, 2026

7:30 p.m. – jerusalem time

Simon Lichman, Ann Bar-Dov, Michael Kagan, and Karen Alkalay-Gut — four members of the Israel Association of Writers in English.

write me for the zoom link a gut22@tau.ac.il

 

 

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mourning - 1.5.26

 

 

We went to see the deconstruction of the camp of the hostages and their families.  Next to the museum, the library and the courthouse, the yellow chairs stacked up, the flags in a pile, the signs praying for the release of the body of the last hostage.  Everything pointed not to the end of a chapter, but the beginning of a release to mourn.

I have told you before, haven’t I, that we are all in shock – every one in this country in one form or another.  This change signals a form of metamorphosis.

 

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short walk - 1.4.26

took a short walk down King George St. this evening.  It’s a sleezy street, but always fascinating.  second hand clothing, felafel, independent pharmacies…

We wound up at Brooklyn Pizza where we had corn beef pizza –

I woule have enjoyed it more if i hadn’t become exhausted at the short walk.  It really made me realize how powerful my flu was.  There was so much to tempt me and no energy to buy.

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crowded restaurants - 1.3.26

When our friends suggested we meet for lunch on saturday it seemed impossible to me.  It must be the busiest time of the week, except maybe for Friday night.  But she called back to say we would meet at “Amora Mia,”  and I thought – she is such a distinguished woman with very high standards.  how could she be choosing a place to meet that sounds like a kitschy dive? 

But it turned out to be much better than the mid-priced restaurant we ordered from last week when i finally broke down and refused to cook. 

Because I’m horribly anemic after this flu I ordered liver again and it was perfect. last week’s uncooked liver went to the cat.  And we even threw out the desserts.  This time everything was perfect, and even the noise didn’t bother us.  We reveled in a friendship of more than fifty years and the joy of being together.

As another friend said to me yesterday, Shabbat is always shabbat in Israel, no matter how you celebrate it.

 

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rape denial? Are you kidding? - 1.2.26

I didn’t talk about being raped for a long time.  I was threatened, I was bullied, and I was scared.  And when I did talk about it, I was criticized as weak, participatory, encouraging, stupid, and a complainer.  

That’s why I wasn’t surprised that the whole issue of the massive rapes and other sexual crimes (hatcheting off breasts, rapes with klatches, etc. ) were denied.  The rapists may have filmed it all, but they deny it now, and the victims are mostly dead.  

But I was shocked to find the issue still begin debated.  Come on, we know what happened.  

So I’m copying this letter I got today:

 

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local concert - 1.2.2026

In over the 50 years since I;ve been going to the Israel Philharmonic I never witnessed a concert that didn’t include a visiting performer, an old maestro, a promising violinist, a virtuoso…

Last night it was family night, where the Shani had his brother as guest, and performed Rhapsody in Blue while he directed the audience.  Two previously unperformed jazz pieces with the local Jazz orchestra, one classical piece including Israeli classics that dialogue with the subject of war and defense, and an intermission.

We left at intermission because Ezi had had an ear operation that day, and was not strong enough to withstand an undemanding concert.  Anyway we want to get back in time to see Romy Gonen explain what she experienced over a year in the cage in the tunnels of Gaza.

The concert was wonderful, especially when the orchestra began to sing two lines of peace in a  traditional folk song.  

But the absence of international participants reminded us of our isolation. 

I’m sure we will be learning from others as well, to participate in the universal dialogue of music, but there was something brave in conducting a local concert, in declaring our strength and patriotism.  

The part we missed – of the Nutcracker in the spirit of Duke Ellington – may well have been great – but i will have to wait to see what my friends tell me.

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End of year - 12.31.25

how did we get through this one?  I can’t imagine last year at this time predicting what would happen this year.  Heck I can’t imagine at the millenium predicting anything in the new century.  25 years ago a Canadian radio program called “As it Happens” called me and asked me to do a live program documenting what happens in Tel Aviv on the Millenium.  I said there was no point because nothing happens – it was a Friday night, raining, and we don’t celebrate new year.  Then Shlomzion suggested to me that we might check out the lion on Anonymous Alley that was facing Bethlehem St.  After all, the lion may well be the ‘rough beast’ in Yeats’ poem.  The poem seemed eerily relevant, although we didn’t know exactly why:

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre   
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst   
Are full of passionate intensity.
 
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.   
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out   
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert   
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,   
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,   
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it   
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.   
The darkness drops again; but now I know   
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,   
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,   
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
 
What rough beast indeed?  We arranged a group of people to watch the lion slouch to Bethlehem.  But as we stood there, reporting to “As it Happens,” a couple appeared, climbed onto the lion, and began to make love.  “What is happening?” they asked, “Is the lion getting up and slouching to Bethlehem?”  “He’s trying to,” I shouted into the phone, “But the couple is too heavy!”  
So we never had a chance to see if the lion would slouch to Bethlehem.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBA7qrkmRTA
But we did discover that the usual Friday night in the neighborhood was ignoring the potential apocalypse.
 who could have imagine how true the poem was?
 

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