Now I know what it felt like to be on Ahab’s ship. That sense of helplessness, the need to believe in a community, the sense of impending doom…
And in the meantime, we’re still having the greatest time on the Pequod. Last night we ate at Dallal, today the kids came for lunch, and Tamar made me brownies – and I’ve got the greatest friends.
how do you continue a somewhat normal life living in a world of war – especially when there are so many contradictory factors in the war? The other night a bunch of friends were discussing it – the women in particular talking about their aches and pains as well as the need to escape with medication and netflix. These are people very active in politics and social assistance organizations. It made me feel a bit better that I am not alone. That we can be suffering and still active.
i watched the independence day ceremony on tv, i listened to the music of my grandchildren during the traditional barbeque picnic, and everyting seemed strange to me. I was remembering the exhaltation of the independence celebrations of my youth. there were always in the shadow of the Holocaust, with the knowledge that freedom is always fragile.
Appropos “Survivors.” One thing that I remember most from the refugees I encountered when I was growing up was the need for a home. The idea of of a homeland – a place of safety – a place that could be defended – was always in the air. And Israel was the ideal – a place to go to if you need to, a place that provides you with a safety net.
How would they feel on this memorial day I wonder – when there is the growing sense that the country has not been protecting its inhabitants, when the same dangers of the old world have returned. Pogroms, hatred, shame…
We hung the flag on our balcony, and I thought of all the people we have lost in Israel, all the soldiers, all the children, all the people who came to this country to be protected from evil.
The paperback is formatted and can be purchased, but the picture doesn’t show up here. i don’t even have a copy myself, so i won’t be launching this book until September. but I really hope you read it and get an additional dimension of those who were lost and those who escaped.
I don’t know why I haven’t put all these poems together before. Most of them have been published in different journals, and some even appear in previous books of mine.
now that they’re out, I can write about something else.