September 29, 2017
What a little nest of love in our local grocery. Everyone kissing, asking for forgiveness, wishing every one else a good year. Hand on heart if I have harmed you in any way, the man behind the counter says, i beg your pardon. I left with my round challah feeling all warm and runny inside. Now we get our last meal prepared and then walk to the synagogue for Kol Nidre. And then watch TV all night.
September 30, 2017
Sha! We stayed home today. More than ever before I was feeling that this holy day was imposed on my by the religious government pressure and i resented it. As far as I know that was a first for me. We didn't want to visit friends, go to yizkor (i say it at home) or even go for a walk to feel the atmosphere of silence. what has happened to us?
on the other hand I wouldn't do email or facebook or telephone. i did read the paper. that's more depressing than thinking of my sins.
Guess what i just bought - Shimon Peres' last words, "No Room for Small Dreams: Courage, Imagination, and the Making of Modern Israel." why didn't i think of it yesterday?
October 1, 2017
I was feeling kind of good about how poetry can open people up to the awareness of others as human beings at the outset of the evening of 100000poets for change - even though the audience was pretty small for a free public event. I kept thinking that even listening to other people's points of view.
All day I've been listening to the recording of Hillary Clinton's account of her surprise at the elections. And then after the evening I spoke to Oren, who is seeing the world from the bottom up as a farm worker and he pointed out to me that all this 'leftist' talk is bullshit - because we really don't understand what's going on. we don't live real lives. We dont' know the fear of not being able to make it through the month. we don't know the fear of the majority
we dont know what we're talking about when we say " change lives."
October 2, 2017
After reading a poem of Yehuda Amichai last night, one of almost 100 that I translated and published years ago, I decided to return these poems to the the internet here. So many of them have been published under different translators' names since then, and i have kept silent. mostly from love and respect for Amichai and his amazing character. but i'm getting tired of this.
Last week i got a flu shot. Everyday since then i've had fever -sometimes only for a few hours a day - but enough to really make it hard for me to really get anything done.
October 3, 2017
Okay, I'm better now. A few hours at a cafe, a new pair of glasses, nail polish. i don't need much.
I donít have too many of those moments
When you walk into a room and forget
What you came there to do;
I always find something else in that room
I wanted to take care of anyway,
So I easily erase the original task
And start something new
Every time I enter a room