israeli politics

As I’m driving home from the doctor’s I hear the world news – one country after another closing down again because of the sharp spike.  I park and as I’m climbing up to my apartment,together with the stray cat that is still conquering her terror of human beings, and has agreed to come to our place for her daily lunch. And I hear my neighbor (a Mengele graduate) banging on her door and begging her daughter to open.  Her daughter isn’t home and not in good relations with her mother but our neighbor has lost her keys and is quite hysterical.  I try to get her to come to my place and figure out what to do, but she begins to scream she wants to die – she can’t take it anymore.  She has a son but she can’t remember anyone’s phone number and is way beyond being comforted.  She asks the teenager next door if she knows anything about where her keys have disappeared, and is told that a man knocked on her door and then took keys with him.  We look up the number of a locksmith and Ezi calls him.  He’ll be there in half an hour, I’m happy to report, and I take her outside to a nearby bench to wait.  (the cat has gone into hiding nearby, clearly disturbed) I promise to wait with her and she tell me more stories about the Holocaust – stories I haven’t heard in the more than 40 years I’ve known her.  It helps her calm down.   In the meantime Ezi has reached her son who is on his way, and she is even quiet, almost relaxed.  And then another neighbor comes by and says to her casually, “I’ve been looking for you.”  And he holds out the keys he found attached to her postbox.  By now she is beaming.  She has her keys and she has her loving neighbors around her.  She is 84, she tells us, and she tells the neighbor – “But you, you look like you’re getting older.”  He is eighty, but is in great shape, and he realizes she’s just trying to turn an embarrassing situation for her around to him, and makes a joke of her accusation. 

The catastrophe is over.  I realize that my pulse has been racing for the entire hour, the cat has given up on eating for the day, and the whole world outside my building has been forgotten.   

november 12, 2020 – the whole world and one person with a number on her arm Read Post »

israeli politics

i don’t remember a time of disorientation like this. Once I went on a ride with my son in some amusement park after which I was so confused I didn’t know if I was standing or lying down. I figured out what was right and left by touching the place on my left elbow where i had a scar from childhood, and from there I set myself straight. There was no pain or fear, just a necessity to put myself in a position of clarity again. i’m there again. More than ever before I read news, hoping i will get that certainty i had by touching my elbow.

november 11, 2020 – do you know where you are? Read Post »

israeli politics

Yesterday an interview with me was on podcast. of course it’s still there. the title is “Love can’t exist in a society that doesn’t love“.  It’s in hebrew, and you can click on that sentence  if you want to hear the entire hour, but in any case I didn’t explain enough of my point.  The interview concentrated on my erotic poetry and i guess I was comfortable by the time Shlomo Hatuka asked me how I write so easily about love and making love.  I said that I feel a responsibility to pass on what I have learned and still need to learn about relationships.  And that this is connected to individual relationships as well as political relationships.  I wanted to talk more about Buber’s concept of “distance and relation” – that in order to connect, we need to maintain equally dignified identities.  I would have gone on for hours on this subject, the way we have to work with ‘otherness’, accept others, and work with it.

 

november 10, 2020 – politics and love Read Post »

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Sometimes when we don’t know a language well, we lose something when we hear the poetry, but sometimes if we listen we gain something more, the music of the poem. So even though we’ll be explaining and translating these poems, the poets will give us their untranslatable music. We hope you’ll join us for this special occasion.  Please register here  

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november 9, 2020 – found in translation Read Post »

israeli politics

let’s see, the elections seem to have turned out right in the U.S., Pfizer is coming out with a vaccine soon, so what’s the third surprise?  I know i should be satisfied with what happened, but theoretically I know that good things often happen in threes.  and i also know that if we’ve learned anything from recent history we know that situations can reverse in a minute.  so how can we rejoice?  

what are you doing wednesday? we’re doing an evening of listening to poetry in different languages

november 9, 2020 – what will the third thing be Read Post »

israeli politics

Mishnah 4:24  שְׁמוּאֵל הַקָּטָן אוֹמֵר, בִּנְפֹל אוֹיִבְךָ אַל תִּשְׂמָח וּבִכָּשְׁלוֹ אַל יָגֵל לִבֶּךָ, פֶּן יִרְאֶה ה’ וְרַע בְּעֵינָיו וְהֵשִׁיב מֵעָלָיו אַפּוֹ:  (proverbsP 24:17)

Mishnah 4:24. [19].  Shmuel Hakatan said:  “If your enemy falls, do not be happy; if he trips, let your heart not rejoice, lest God see it and be displeased, and avert his wrath from him.”

i can’t help it – i’m happy, Somehow it has been incredibly important to me to leave this world in a better place than when i found it. and i found it when my family was still being bombed by Hitler, and my parents were searching to see if anyone had remained. I didn’t think that was going to happen in the past few years, even though Trump was making some incredible gestures for Israel. But he was doing it at the cost of the suffering of the Palestinians, and I couldn’t believe anything positive can be done for us at the cost of them. Somehow I believe Biden and Harris will try to make it good for both people.

i sincerely hope that the loser finds a way to be comforted, and concedes with honor and respect for the people he served for four years.

november 8, 2020 – Enjoying the victory Read Post »