Last night, as the children picked tomatoes from our window sill in the middle of the storm, I was amazed by the power of this rain that was still much diminished from the night before. And then, this morning, when I opened the window, and saw that still more tomatoes had ripened, this poem would not leave my mind.
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february 20, 2021 – Emily dickinson in tel aviv Read Post »
how we remain human under more and more restrictions? We can’t imagine evgrandchildren be able to renewt erything is supposed to change on sunday when so many places open up. Will all the lonely people in the country find partners after a year of being alone? Will all the grandchildren be able to renew their ties with their old grandparents who have been keeping themselves safe and apart?
one of my strange comparisons – that comes unwillingly but inevitably – has been with my parents’ successful negotiations during the war. who am i to complain when they spent 6 years in semi=hiding, trying to get out of Danzig before the Germans conquered Poland?
so we spent an afternoon and evening with children and grandchildren, going through our fears and relief, and forgetting to be very careful – pretending – for the moment – all is well.
february 19, 2021 – pretending it’s over Read Post »
yes, the sea was still wild after the storm. not evilly wild, maybe even joyfully wild. But we made the mistake of trying to walk along the shore and after filling our soles with tar and soot, it chased us away.
Even the buoy couldn’t stand up to the storm.
And the poor trees along the shore suffered as well.
i keep thinking of the poem by Adelaide Crapsey: “On Seeing Weather-beaten Trees”
Is it as plain in our living shown,
by slant and twist, which way the wind has blown
and the city, as always, endures
february 18, 2021 – by the sea Read Post »
I keep getting asked why i don’t write sonnets, ghazals, villanelles, haikus. Today I got the answer from Tad Richards. It’s a great article and I highly recommend it. Click here for it.
february 16, 2021 – Tad Richards and form Read Post »
YOU try talking about the holocaust. I’m having so much difficulty getting myself together to read some poems and talk about them today: If you want to come and support me and Sabine join up and click here.
it’s at 7 p.m. in israel, noon in EST.
this is only a draft, but something is going on with the internet and the computer, so i’m saving it here. enjoy:
Soap opera
Lately I’ve been watching the washing machine.
It’s a scream the way one sock can get stuck to the door
As if it’s trying to escape, and the rest of the batch
Keeps trying to pull it back, back to conventional cleanliness.
Or are the working out how they can join the single hero
And free themselves from the rolling torture?
Eventually it loses, as do all the single individuals who
Only to live their life in a world as solitary souls
And I watch, knowing it will fail, and everything in a minute
Will go to the dryer. And I will turn off the washer
And move to a more banal program on television.
february 22, 2021 – washing machine Read Post »
so i got so excited about the partisans last night i went back to review all the information i had gathered years ago about my aunt. Yes, it was there:
Malka Krawiets – Kaganovich Birth country: Russia Birth city: Lida Birth date: Jan 1 1912 | |
Occupation: Teacher War organization: Not Indicated War undergound: Not Indicated War unit: Battalion Borba Rank: Private Job: Fighter (f) Country of combat: Region of combat: Liptshan Forest City combat: Framework of combat: Partisans Death date: Jun 18 1944 Death place: Dyatlovo Death reason: Fell in combat Partisans | |
February 15, 2021 – Malcah Kaganovich Read Post »
