“Oh yes, please save yourself for poetry,” / said a Libyan friend to my “I dont’want to be political— / I’m just alive” fb note.
[Jerusalem is] the only place I’ve lived where my contact with other writers, artists, and journalists naturally crosses back and forth from professional to mundane matters.
“The little-boy body wrapped in shrouds / is now / the single certainty.”
All in all I’m a worn-out dog living between volcanic mountains / that God created for her, circling in silence / after nothing but to talk to talk to talk to talk …
“She stood there, where he had seen her decades before, where perhaps she had been stationed at the dawn of time.”
“The mole rat is a reclusive creature that disapproves of all other beings and particularly abhors its own kind.”
“stop talking about words / talk with words / contentedly / sufficiently / fully”
“These circumstances led to all kinds of horror stories – one of which I’ll share today.”
“Also my mother and also me / it turns out / were pregnant // and we miscarried on the same day”
“I would have given anything to save him. You, I can’t save.”
“Go, go to Auschwitz. / Maybe you’ll get a few poems out of it. “
“In one dream, he and the Golem had shared a cigarette.”
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