A poem, based upon 'Time to Come' by Walt Whitman O, Life! a rough, billowy cloak Hangs round thee, and the present state; The eye may see, the hand may touch Only one's revealed fate. This mind, which now parallel flows With frantic hope and rising fear; This heart of flesh with chambers four, That… Continue reading Never, or: Now
My most recent reassessment Ever since applying for and being offered a new job, which I will be starting in two days (on Sunday, May 8), I've been thinking about how to manage my blogging & poetry writing time. Not so long ago, I publicly promised myself that I would submit a poem for publication… Continue reading Prompt, yes. Publishing, no[t yet].
My 2nd rispetto I chanced upon creative group of poets in a Jewish booth; Thrilled, I could not contain a whoop - Perhaps therein I'd hear some truth! I'd friendships deep with bards afar... But this? The twangs of live guitar? Among like-hearts in Jerusalem My inmost voice professed: I am! P.S. I am offline… Continue reading Whoomp, or: There it is
Poets of Babel By very happy coincidence, Shoshana Sarah, whom I discovered ~2 weeks ago here on WordPress lives only five buildings down from me. It's a funny thing... Not so long ago, I was kvetching here about not connecting with any Israelis on WordPress, despite having met so many friends throughout the world; and… Continue reading My first poetry reading
An American sentence Eight in a Jerusalem sukkah* read poems in different tongues. Footnote *A sukkah (plural: sukkot) is a festival booth that Jews traditionally erect for the autumn Festival of Sukkot, which is also known as the Festival of Booths and by other names. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that… Continue reading Babilu, or: Gate of God