It’s been a year since Hebrew poets got together in a living room to read, and there were no few references to the war.  But the one that struck me most was one by a poet I don’t know who wrote the dialogue between the spotters and headquarters. Another poem was about gang rape at the Nova festival.  Most other subjects seemed irrelevant.  Even though there were the usual poems about love, philosophy, religion, and language, they all had the taste of a great tragedy underneath.