It was appropriate that Lucille Clifton died on Valentine’s Day, a woman full of complex and intelligent love. But the world is a little less at her death and I will miss anticipating new poems from her that will teach me how to cope with each new stage of life. I know that this has nothing to do with Tel Aviv, but everything to do with me.
This little piggie’s gone to market. All right it was only for spices and beans, but there is no place like the shuk hacarmel. Not so much as a place to sightsee, but to find out what’s really going on, what is fresh in Tel Aviv. This time, though, I wasn’t alone, so there were no intimate conversations, no jokes and winks, no ironic comments. It occurred to me that if I were a tourist, I would not be very excited about visiting the market, except perhaps as a ‘colorful’ place. It’s true in general for Tel Aviv – it’s not only about knowing where to go, it’s about knowing how to go there, how to get in to where you visit.
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