puff puff - i can't keep up with the corruption stories - gotta take a break - gotta - gotta - gotta.
And i have written nothing about Purim. And here even Shoshan Purim is over. Well to tell the truth we were not invited to any parties this year - not one. I don't even know about a party to which we were not invited. This of course may just be a function of our age but i suspect we've lost a bit of our celebratory spirit. The days when we had parties just to plan our costumes seem to be over. And the days when Purim meant Purim Shpeils in school as well.
How did those children ever find their way walking from Poland to Iran to Israel? Ben Zion Tomer was one of those 830 odd children who came to Israel on this day in 1943 after having left Poland in 1939. The story can be read here. I know Tomer never got over it. You can read some of his poems about this here. I translated them when he was still alive, and cannot remember where they were first published. But whenever I think of him I first remember that he called me "a born orphan" and I wondered at the fact that he identified me so clearly. You can read about him here. He was happiest I think in his final years, and in a way made his peace with the loss of his past, his family, his life.
March 7, 2007
I'll be away for a week from tomorrow. What to do if you miss my poetry? Go to Levontin 7 on Thursday evening - Panic Ensemble is performing.
March 9, 2007
On my way out - I remember that old question about the difference between Jews and Christians. The difference is that Christians leave without saying goodbye and Jews say goodbye without leaving.
So, I'll be back in a week.