July 9, 2009
You may notice that I can’t seem to let go of that peacock and the rooster. It’s becoming a symbol to me of all our narcissism. When I read the other day that Russians were not terribly impressed with Obama’s charisma, I thought of that photograph. When I heard today on the radio that Shula Zaken (Olmert’s secretary) and her brother were accused basically of rampantly using the Income Tax Offices for their own gain, I thought of the photograph. The scam of the “life keeper,” the patch to warn of heart attacks in advance. The kind of blind narcissism of the clipped wing contemporary individual is the norm, and oh my goodness I can’t seem to stop talking socialism.
So for a diversion we watched the 1937 film, “The Dybbuk.” It is slow-moving and only partially subtitled from the Yiddish, but it is just as fascinating as I remembered it from the age of 16 or so when i first saw it in the “Yiddish Culture Club” in Rochester New York.
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