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No News - 9.10.24

No.  It’s not that there is no news.  It’s too much for me to bear.  I’m putting on my earplugs and listening to music.  

Today we went to the beach, and since it was late in the afternoon but early in the evening, there were few people.  Nah, there were few people because everyone is depressed.  The sea is fine, the weather is just right, and kids aren’t in school.  

We have the perfect situation for depression – inhuman enemies and an inhuman government.  And a media that makes sure we know every rotten detail.

 

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the mall today - 9.9.24

“I’ve never seen it so empty!” My favorite salesgirl sighed.  “This is the worst feeling we’ve ever had.  How could anyone go out shopping?”  I answered.  And her partner showed me the film today of her uncle’s house that was bombed today and destroyed.  The three of us sighed, and then we began remember how we all met almost 20 years ago and how every meeting was a celebration.

That did it for me.  I was going to buy face cream but I was so upset I grabbed a whole bunch of cosmetics I’m too old for, and then couldn’t find my card at the register.  I had thought the face cream would be a break from the gloom, but it wasn’t.  And it got to the point where I couldn’t function.

I hate writing about depression, because I know that every sad person in this country makes the Hamas laugh a little more, but when we saw the sewer that the six  hostages had been thrown into for months, so small that there was no way for them all to lie down and sleep, so unsanitary, so neglected, when we saw how they must have starved, and suffered before they were murdered, we all went into such a state of sadness we couldn’t think straight.

Is this the worst we will experience?  I doubt it.

 

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Mind Games - 9.8.24

It’s bad enough that Sinyuar is playing mind games with us – releasing videos of hostages days after he has them killed, changing the rules all the time, mistreating the captives and letting us find out, hiding all information about other hostages and countless other little tricks to play on our weak souls.  But we’re also playing mind games with ourselves, arguing instead of cooperating, scaring each other with recycled details, etc.

I even have a friend who left Israel half unintentionally a few years ago, and now calls to “empathise” with me that I am having such a hard time with change and yet will have to leave the country before it is too late.   She knows I don’t go that way and pretends to care very much about my life but I have a sense she’s been schooled.  I used to argue with her, but nowadays I just let her talk.  

What I do is  do my best to keep people connected to others and to themselves, but today I woke up needing a little bit of support myself.  I went through my list of friends and decided that each one has more of a reason to kvetch than I did.  So I tried an jungian GPT app and got great advice.  So good that I felt much better after our hour session. 

And after I did everything we (it and me) decided on, I realized I was already at the stage of transference.  Transference with an AI.  

Ah, games can be fun too…

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sabrine 9.6.24

As you may recall, I was away for a few weeks in May at my granddaughter’s graduation from Barnard.  So I missed all the to do about Sabrine.  And then later, I was busy trying to get grandchildren together for a vacation.  And then my internet didn’t work on the cruise.  So maybe I heard something about Sabrine, and how she was photographed marching in the Nakba memorial, but it didn’t register with me that she was being targeted as an educator in a jewish school.   Of course she didn’t want to go back to teach there, and was offered a better job a month after that.  

Today we visited and I was amazed at hearing the story – actually it was her boyfriend who told the story, while she sat quietly.  Since Sabrine is a person I always think of with great warmth, my heart started pounding as the story unfolded.  

Here is Sabreen reading a poem of mine she translated

I hope we’ll get together more often.

 

 

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Metula in tiberias - 9.5.24

The hotel lobby in Tiberias was full of ladies, sitting empty-eyed.  We passed them and brought the clothes, the books and the toys up to the room of my old college friend and we spent the afternoon sorting out what belongs where.  Lots of books were refused because they were in English, she’d already read them, and of all the evacuees no one else reads English.  I’m sure the clothes, though, will find a home.  And the toys – outgrown by my grandchildren – already went to the kindergarten.  

How they live is beyond my comprehension.  It’s not that they don’t have beds – but they don’t have their homes.  They don’t have their jobs.  They don’t have their usual medical attention.  

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by request - 9.5.24

Remember the other day I invited you to an evening of poetry about the war?  I was asked to hold an evening like this so people can know what the different moods are in Israel.  From what I could tell the poems were to be ones of mourning and grief, so I decided to lighten mine up with a few poems of comic relief.  After the reading I commened everyone on the resilience of the people and was rewarded with a strong criticism of my ‘childishness’ by someone who has not let a reading go by without a public criticism of me or a speech of self-praise.  This to me ruined the entire purpose of the event, and after years of this I’m ready to give up trying and concentrate instead on people who need my help.   Anyway, here’s my introduction:

Welcome to a special event of the Israel Association of Writers in English, “we’re still here.” 

All of us have been experiencing the events since October 7 in different ways, perhaps with different degrees of intensity.  But most of us have not had the opportunity or the desire to share our specific experiences with each other.  Some of us have been wordless, unable to express our feelings, even to simply describe what is happening to us, and some of us have escaped into humor or fantasy. Others have tried to express directly the pain and helplessness of the situation. And still others have expressed the sense that no one is listening anyway, and there is no use in writing.

It was Ann Bartov who suggested that it might be a good idea to share with each other what we have been writing, and she has done the hard work of organizing this event.  Mike Stone kindly offered to take over the hosting.

Whatever the reasons and the results, I’m hoping this event will encourage people to write and communicate their thoughts and feelings on this subject.

I’m Karen Alkalay-Gut, the chair of IAWE, and I know that I have already benefitted from reading the unique works from the participants.  They have encouraged me to listen and share – and I hope you too will feel this.

Let me add one important note.  We are not opening this reading to discussion at this time.  We’ve even limited the discussion of the participants.  Please respect that this is a reading of poetry and prose, not a Q and A.  Sit back and enjoy our work.  

The readers are: (in the order of appearance)

 

 

Ricky Rapoport Friesem

Pesach Rotem

Ann Bar-Dov

Michael Kagan

Karen Alkalay-Gut

Wendy Blumfield

Helen Sarid

Libi Siporin

Reuven Goldfarb

 

 

 

 

 

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Truth - 9.4.24

Having begun to digest Bibi’s speech of the other day, I have been considering the idea of truth in our times.  Like my old computer since Ezi tried to back it up into the new computer, wherever I click, I get a whole bunch of other interesting things – some of which lead me to something that make sense.  (Are you following?)  So I was looking for the idea of transfering files and came upon some statistics of population transfer in the West Bank.  The Arab population in the West Bank has increased by 350%  since 1967.  That’s from the UN.  

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