Hebrew Article on Joe Slovo Circa 1996

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Book review 2005 "How Israel Lost: The Four Questions"

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Gus Ferguson 1940-2020

 

I learnt via FB this morning that a high school friend of mine, aged 58, has dropped her body. Cancer. An excellent wake up call for me to take nothing for granted and to stop sweating the small stuff.

And then this evening I learnt that poet, publisher, illustrator, pharmacist and all round good guy and mensch Gus Ferguson has also departed these shores. I first encountered his poetry aged about 16, in 1980, when I bought his collection Snail Morning at the Market Theatre book shop. It was probably the first collection of poems I had ever purchased, and I bought it because

 

a) I'd read an article about him and

b) Some kids who knew his kids and him had moved to our school - (Fran Seftel you know who you are).

 

I loved the gentle whimsical poems ostensibly about snails, and the Quentin Blake-like illustrations Gus did himself. After a long hiatus, when I returned to South Africa around 1991, Gus regularly published my poems in the various poetry journals he brought out - Slugnews and Carapace being the two I remember. That he managed to keep Carapace running for as long as he did, on a shoestring budget, is testament to his creativity, determination, persistence and vision. He gave hundreds of wannabe and established poets a platform where the barriers to entry were somehow more permeable that those of New Coin and New Contrast and the other poetry journals that mostly folded after a couple of editions.

Gus also has (had?) a poetry imprint, Snailpress, which probably published more South African poets in the last thirty years than any other publisher. There is no money in poetry, and that he kept its doors open for as long as he did is again testament to his great love for poetry, and for nurturing and facilitating the creativity of others. Snailpress co-published both of my collections (Hidden and Revealed 2007, Ripening 2020) together with Marcia Leveson's Quartz Press. For this I remain deeply grateful to Gus.

 

His own poems were full of humour and kindness, self-deprecating wit and a profound reverence for the G-d of little things. He was a great lover of the small and humble, and wrote with a twinkle in his heart that ignited the same gentle wonder in the hearts of others. The last collection of his I have - his seventh - is titled "Dubious Delights - of ageing and other follies" and I share six of the delightful poems in it, by way of tribute to Gus Ferguson.

 

The first poem was prescient:

 

ALZHEIMER'S FREIGHT

 

Those things that you wish

to remember are not lost

 

or forgotten; but

packed up and sent on ahead

___________________________

 

PARADOX GAINED

 

I read all the classics. I studied the news.

I stared at my navel. I still had the blues.

 

I trudged in the mountains. I walked by the sea.

I carried a burden. The burden was me.

 

I put myself down and, with consumate ease,

I floated away in the afternoon breeze.

 

But who is this self that is free from all woe?

And what is the burden abandoned below?

 

These are the thoughts, and many such more

that trouble me now as I weightlessly soar

______________________

 

WHILE HIS WIFE IS AWAY

 

The house is quiet

because, perhaps

he isn't talking

 

Peelable fruits

are eaten first:

avocado, banana, pawpaw.

 

At room temperature

the stove is at its most

economical.

 

The grannies

in detergent ads

are suddenly sexy.

 

Its probably

projection but the goldfish

appear depressed.

 

He watches TV

the cats watch the dog

the dog watches him.

 

They eat together-

they crunch pellets

he crunches granola.

 

Preparing to cook

he absent-mindedly

eats the ingredients.

 

The phone rings.

He lurches -

it's only a poet.

 

In mute soliloquy

he prowls the house -

a bit like Hamlet.

_______________

And how could a Gus Ferguson sampler not have a poem or two about snails?

 

CHANSON

 

Along the Rue d'Escargot

we always travel very slow

When nights are long and lights are low

 

the sky's a lovely silver glow.

Along the Rue d'Escargot

we heave our heavy portmanteaux

 

that hold dark secrets none should know

and that is why we go so slow

along the Rue d'Escargot

____________

 

SNAIL

 

In your wake

the starlight glistens

listen how

the cosmos listens

_________________

 

And last, but not least Gus's simple acknowledgement of how we are all on the great wheel....what he refers to as Sam sara sara in another poem elsewhere in the same collection.

 

BLEAK MOMENT

 

They are all

dead or dying,

the parents of our friends.

 

And we,

inadequately trained

are bustled to the front

I don't need my body to be well in order to be happy

Deconstructing the thought (or belief) that my happiness depends upon having a well body.

Here are some associated beliefs that it is worth taking some time to question:

I have a body - True/ False/Don't Know?

The body is "mine" - True/ False/ Don't Know? (and if I am the owner of the body, then what am I?)

I know what constitutes wellness - True/ False/Don't Know?

(Hint: wellness means my body can do what I think it "should" be doing. As Byron Katie says "who needs G-d when we have your opinion") 

I know what I need to get done in this world, in this lifetime - True/ False/Don't Know?

I am the doer - True/ False/Don't Know? (or does doing just happen and I find out about it post facto? Check your experience)

Down With Catipalism

When I was a student at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem in 1990, I had this idea for a little comic. I think I had Sting's line from his song "Englishman in New York" floating around in my head. I asked my friend Porat, who was studying fine art at Betzalel, Israel's premier art school, if he knew anyone who could draw cartoon-like illustrations and he suggested an American woman, Liz Fainberg, who was also studying at Betzalel at the time. I think she did a good job.

(Click on each panel to see whole image)

 

 

Batya Jaspan

My cousin-by-marriage Batya Jaspan (nee Dredzen) was born in a small gold rush era hamlet called Pilgrim's Rest, in the picturesque Mpumalanga province of South Africa. Her parents owned the general store there which is now preserved as one of the town's Victorian era buildings

She was an earth mother figure, maternal, kind, strong, principled, taking under her wing many waifs and strays - including myself - who over the years wondered in and out of the kibbutz. Batya was born Cecile, but as a teenager in the socialist Zionist, avowedly secular Habonim youth movement she changed it to Batya, which ironically means in Hebrew "daughter of G-d". She left South Africa in 1949, and helped establish the new kibbutz, Tzora, in the Judean foothills, about midway between Jerusalem and Tel Aviv. In this photograph, taken circa 1952, she is holding her first child Yael.

The next black and white photograph shows Tzora in 1954.

Batya said later in her life said she may have unconsciously gravitated towards Tzora because its hilly location was quite similar to the hills around Pilgrim's Rest.

Batya lived on Tzora, with her life long friend, husband and partner Zvi Jaspan, from 1950 until her death in 2016.

This poem was written in 2016.

KADDISH (lezichra shel Batya Jaspan z"l)

May the name that every person
takes or makes
be blessed enough
as was yours
child of God

Not knighted or praised,
not glorified and exalted,
not extolled and adored and lauded,
but yes, honoured
and well regarded
be

not so much just your name,
but the work of your hands
and your heart

blessed she

above and beyond all the blessings,
hymns, praises and consolations
that are clung to in this world

May the earnest prayers
of all the House of Israel
be accepted by the Source
That walks amidst the trees
of the hills of Yehudah
and who is here
in the Dining Room
and the Clinic
and the Children's Home
where you worked 

may there be abundant peace from the cotton fields
contentment, equilibrium, satisfaction, help,
comfort, refuge, redemption, forgiveness,
remembering and forgetting
for us and for all who love

May the One who makes peace low and high grant peace
upon us and on all those who mourn
that the light has flickered and dimmed for a while
before it shines again from the North and South
from the East and from the West
above Tzora and
Pilgrims Rest

The Ology

If you want to understand G-d
look to the lifecycle of the May Fly

https://www.google.com/…/the-mayflys-lifecycle-a-fasci…/amp/

Opportunity knocks

What is regarded as normative by some people I see as collective insanity.

Once the virus has past, will we clothe ourselves again in casinos and sports "betting", in cruise ships and socially sanctioned addictions, in behaviours of sedation and control, in the commodification of the human body to sell products, in infomercials and cosmetics and plastic surgery and fashion, in factory farms where calves are ripped from their mothers so we can drink the milk intended for them, in slaughter houses where writhing pigs are lowered in gondolas to be gassed, in casual travel to escape "boredom", in eating when we are not hungry, in the excessive consumption of useless and anxiety reinforcing 'information', in daily indoctrination into share markets and sport as weapons of mass distraction... or will the chance to realise we need none of these linger for a while? 

I hope many of us will take this opportunity to rediscover new and old ways of sharing resources, building resilient relationships and local communities, coming together, and experiencing bliss and contentment from simple pleasures that have been overlooked.

This show must not go on

Two years ago I was "forced" to attend the Royal Easter Show for work, and for me it was a chamber of horrors and an exhibition par excellance of our complete commodification of animals. I recall seeing an extremely large man with a face as hard and as frozen as granite, in jeans and an Akubra (cowboy) hat tugging a show calf along by his/her nose ring, to an uncertain fate, probably first as a trophy and later to the slaughter house.

One of my clients wanted to see all of the "cute" animal exhibits. We went into a large hall where crowds thronged, and reached an enclosure where several women, also in jeans and akubra hats held squealing piglets upside down by their hind legs and invited the crown to feel the baby animals soft bellies - " from which gloves are made" they commented. One girl in the crowd asked why the piglets were squealing. "Oh that's just the noise they make" explained a pig woman.

After my client had ooohhed and aaaahed over the goats, chickens, sheep and pigs he got hungry, so he headed over to the food court where he bought himself a massive pig sausage, dipped in batter, and deep fried. He ate about two-thirds of it, but it was too much for him to finish so he threw the rest away.

Poems 2020 - 5780

SONG FOR SHABBAT

 

I received a letter

summoning me to the palace of the king

and I was full of fear

but on the appointed day

I caught the bus

and waited at the gates of the palace

along with many others

and at the appointed time

the king emerged and said:

"you have all been awarded

our medal for extraordinary valour. I shall now read

the detailed citation, before you each receive your badge:

 

This honour is bestowed

for getting out of bed each day

ungumming tired eyes with caffeine and news blare

shaving, showering

strapping on your amour and, leaving behind

the familiar, the comforting, the loved,

the seemingly urgent things

that want attending to,

and stepping out

into the unknown, the unsafe,

the unreasonable, the uncomfortable,

or the merely dull and grey....

and doing it every day

again and again and again

and again

and then

when your day or night shift is over

returning home as your sacred duty

to fix whatever needs fixing most

to shlep whomever needs shlepping

to feed who ever is available to be fed

to put yourself and them to bed

perhaps to lie awake in dread

until sleep salves your weary head

again and again and again

and again."

 

And the king bent down

for he was tall

and when it was my turn

he pinned the medal to my lapel

and the prongs of the medal

pierced the wall of my chest

like swords, and went into the

inner chambers of my heart

which had been broken

and the King's kintsugi

filled the cracks

with an orange-silver-greenish-purple

yellow golden light

that made my heart more whole

than it had always been

somehow larger

than every sorrow

like the wailing wall

which is much better

than the Temple that

lorded above it once.

 

and I caught the bus back home

with the medal

and my heart

singing in my chest

_________

 

All of space and time

appear in it

but It has no location

or duration

my body shines

and sets in It

but it has no

feet or hands

________________

 

My youth was rich

with aunties and uncles

and first cousins

in ample supply

but now these precious resources

have dwindled

and only a few lights remain

scattered around the world

waiting for some future

reassembling

of the flame of family

__________________

 

The day will come

when patriots of all stripes

will proudly show off

their aged care villages

their animal shelters

their rehabilitation and recycling centres

the disused slaughter houses

the horse whipping tracks

turned into public parks

well maintained safe houses

for women and children

the man caves where young men

can find older wholer men to mentor them

the hospitals with extra capacity.

"These are the places

lonely people can get a hug

and here is where struggling parents

can get help and advice

and this is the govt funded

safety net

where those who have fallen into despair

receive, without conditions,

an encouraging word and an encouraging meal

here are our billboards

urging people to live within their means

and these are

the human libraries

where school children go

to hear refugees and folk-not-like-us

share their stories"

In our beautiful cities

and hamlets

everything that was once

hidden and forgotten

is

embraced and displayed

in this country, my country, your country

_____________________ 

INSRUCTIONS FOR A THREE YEAR OLD

 

This is the face you must wear

when reading a sad item on the news

and this is the face you must wear

while you are singing a hymn

this is the face you must wear

when stopped by a person in uniform

and this is the face you must wear

when you are one of a group of uniforms

this is the face you must wear

in a reality tv show

this is the voice you must use

when you contribute to a meeting

and this is the voice you must use

when telling people it is for their own safety

______________

 

Advice to Self

Whether you are running uphill
or rolling down
or rolling uphill
and crawling down

lying on your dentist's chair
or in your lover's embrace
witnessing impermanent pain
or witnessing impermanent pleasure

don't defer
don't delay
don't resist
don't wait
don't leave your peace to chance
rest
rest now
rest deep
rest sweet
rest
in your
circumstance

_______________________

Above every blade of grass

is an angel with a walking stick

that taps the grass

and tells it

"grow"

and above every body-mind

is an angel that taps it

with the unforseen

and tells it to

"let go"

_________

(First appeared on FB Dec 8th) 

______________ 

When I have

a panic attack

or a panic attack

has me

I remind myself

to let go

and let G-d

drop those shoulders

belly breathe

tongue tip gently touching

upper front teeth

the blow I'm believing

will land is a kiss

that delivers me up

unto peace and bliss (from FB Dec 7th)

_______________

I cannot know for certain

if the trees whisper to each other

I cannot say they do not

I cannot be certain when the dairy cow

bellows

if tis sorrow or something

dismissible

which should not give cause

for any shifts

from the way things are

the way things are

how mighty

how immovable

its common sense

that a cry goes with pain

but to follow common sense

is to wade into a swamp

death threats, waves of hatred

ugly things in your mailbox

________

 AUTOBRACHA* FOR 5781**

 

May I let go

gracefully

of what packs its bags and leaves

and welcome warmly

what's knocking on the door

-----------------

bracha = blessing

5781 = the new Jewish year, which began Friday evening, September 18 2020

________ 

My work
is to stand here and feel
what has not been felt
for a thousand years

___________

 

When he cried
G-d licked his ear
and when no one else came
death did not forsake him

________________

 

SPRING AND SUMMER

 

Someone

flicked

a switch

 

and

overnight

 

the mosquitoes, flies,and cockroaches

have returned

 

and the

buds

 

and the

light

________________ 

 

Validation

Because I am innocent

I am given this tree

and this stoep

on which I sit

gazing upon it

and were the universe created

just for this

it would have been worth it

 

___________ 

C'mon G-d
you're doing well

one more big push
 

and

yes
 

look
 

here comes
the universe

____________

 

The weight of my grief

is like the weight of a security blanket

warm, familiar

and comforting

hello grief

how are you today

and what is it

you would like to say?

_______________

My dad had a sweet smile.
And so do I.

________________

 

It is helpful

to learn to read

the silence

differently:

it does not mean

loneliness

desolation

a desperate longing

for something, anything

to lift the weight

from your heart

 

it is not a dreadful

echo of your thoughts

that must be drowned

with alcohol

or numbing blaring tv

 

no

this silence

is gentle, it quietens the

jangling nerves, calms

the pounding heart,

empties you

of worry and regret

fills you

with acceptance

 

it is not around you

it is inside you

 

it does not bury you

it carries you

 

it is not a cage

but a womb

_______________

 

 

FOR THIS YOU HAVE STRUGGLED

The quiet
and stillness
of the late afternoon
autumn sun
on the plant
on the table
in Sydney
is not
so very different
from the quiet
and stillness
of the late afternoon
autumn sun
on the table
in Johannesburg
and are both
much the same
as the quiet
and stillness
of the later afternoon
autumn sun
in Jerusalem
because
the quiet
and stillness
are not
in Sydney, or Johannesburg
or Jerusalem
but in you
__________

 

 

My son asked me if I was

willing to buy him

some "organic, grass fed beef"

and I thought about the castrated

18 month old steer

with his big brown

tear stained eyes

and the tremor and swish of the tail

as he waited, unable to turn back,

to be turned into mince,

and because I do not know his name

and know my son's

and wish to feed him,

and that he feels fed, I put

the cling wrapped plastic tray

with the remanant of the steer's body

into my shopping bag

and like Yehuda Amichai

proclaimed

complained,

apologised, acknowledged,

excused, sedated

and surrendered

seven times

I am not G-d

I am not G-d

I am not

G-d

_______________________

אושר לערבים

אושר למתנחלים

אושר לשמאלנים

אושר ל"בוגדים"

אושר לקיבוצניקים

אושר לדרוזים

אושר לחושבים אחרים

אושר לימינים

אושר לאנשים עירומים

אושר לחרדים

אושר למפגינים

אושר למתונים

אושר לסובלנים

אושר לצדקניים

אושר לחיילים

אושר לבני קשישים

אושר לבדואים

אושר לדגים

אושר לפיקחים

אושר למדודים

אושר לציפורים

אושר לכל מי

שנמצא בפנים

 

2020 in review /REPORTERS NOTEBOOK 2020

 

Alternative facts

wormholes

deep state

(of depression)

A day at the racism.
Justice for clouds.
Human wrongs.
Down with gravity.

______________

Greater

the love of trees
the love of leaves
the love that leaves
the love that grieves
the love that sees
the love that is blind
_____

True Blue

Our burgers
are made from Australian beef
raised by Australian farmers
who, after drinking Australian spirits
punch their Australian wives,
and drive over Australian wombats and emus,
until their Australian anger
subsides

Our burgers
are made from Australian beef
killed in Australian slaughterhouses
by Australian workers
born in 17 different countries
one of whom
in his tea break
checks his sports betting app
only to find
his Australian horse,
leg broken,
has been politely green-screened
and shot with
an Australian bullet
______

Even as Laika

was chained into her

cubicle, she licked the

hands that fastened

monitors to her, and

wagged her tail

as much as the tiny

space would allow.

Then they closed

the hatch as she

looked, puzzled out.

Before she died

from overheating

perhaps she realized

that the sun

the moon

the stars

were her only friends

_____________

 

PATRIOTISM

Made with Australian hands
and Australian nervous systems
using Australian corn
Australian molecules and only
the finest
Australian atoms
for Australian conditions and
Australian digestive systems.
______________

EYE TEST FOR DREAMERS

please lie on your back and tell me...
what do those cloud patterns say?
What letters do the seeds
on these salted brinjals form?
what is the smallest happiness
you can discern?

_______ 



"They gave their lives...."
 
No. Their lives were taken
while they were doing
their best to keep them: Unexpectedly,
A land mine under the left tire;
shot by 'friendly' fire;
an overturned APC;
mortar fragments in the carotid artery.
"They gave their lives..."

No, their lives were taken.
____________

 

Advice to management

Don't stuff your sadness and sorrow away

in some inner cupboard

 

but don't plump them up

like cushions either

 

just leave them in plain sight

and see what happens

_______________________

Prayer

Let my love
burst its banks
and drown
every story
____________

 אלהי מתני תפתחו

ואגני תגידו תהילתך

 

O Lord
Open my hips
and my groins
will declare your praise
_________


My friend had a dream
in which we were
joined at Café Zigolinis,
by her dead-at-ninety father,
as dapper as ever,
dressed in a pristine 
blue suit and tie
skin smooth and unblemished
(she'd last seen him withered)

And after we'd sat for a while
together
he bounced up
announced he was going home
brushed away her offer of assistance,
and walked off with a spring in his step

for death had taken years off his life.

____________

While waiting for the world to end
I made a list of things to be:
a singer, a surgeon,
a bat in a cage
a knower of things I can't see

a farmer

a dolphin
a clear muddy stream
on its way to
becoming the sea

_______________

Someone is always
ripping a hole
in the heart of the world
someone is always
turning it

into a skylight

 

______________

Snot is salty
tears are sweet
the Lord has neither
hands or feet
_________

Like a gambler
licking his lips
and feeding coins
into a slot machine
G-d feeds poems
into my head
hoping one of them
will hit the jackpot
 ________

 Methodology

Like a gambler
licking his lips
and feeding coins
into a slot machine
hoping one of them
will hit the jackpot
G-d feeds poems
into my head
hoping one of them
will hit the jackpot
and reveal Himself
_________________

And G-d
planted man
in the Garden of Eden.
And he grew roots
like a tree.
And wings like a bird.
And that's why he's pulled
between
heaven
and
earth
__________

This is something that it helps to know:
G-d takes you where you're required to go
___________

I'm so sappy (or hapad)
______________

even without the corona virus
things would not have been the same
despite appearances
they never are
__________

Ready

suddenly One that was alive
is dead
suddenly the Tomato that was Green
is Red
_________

He got away
under cover of light
_____________

cloudy apple juice
made only with apples
and clouds
________

I am like a midwife
doing my rounds
in the ragged quarters
helping my clients
and myself
give birth
to a little
sobriety
__________

What is memory
but clinging
to a
branch or rock,
as the river of time
takes you on
____________

 

A note to the pesach lamb

Its zeman cheyrooteynoo*
so please don't bleat
we don't want to hurt you
we just want your meat

__________________________
zeman cheyrooteynoo - Hebrew: the time of our freedom, Passover
___________

“Have a nice day”

No

don’t have a nice day

because nice excludes 99.99 percent of human experience

have an awful day

have a sad day

have a numb day, if that’s what’s there is today

have an ever shifting day

have an inscrutable moonbeam palace day

have a real day

have an authentic day

have an awe inspiring sink to your knees rise to the heavens day

have a dirty day

have an incoherent, fits of laughter day

have a surprising day

have a don’t have day

have a lie in bed paralysed day

have a peaceful contentment and acceptance day

have a step in shit day

have a glorious day of ease

have a dunno what kind of day this is day

have a rough hewed jagged day

have a day you have day

_____________

Intimations of Immortality

at 2am

a 93 year old woman

tried to escape the aged care facility

she waited til the guard went

to make himself a cup of tea

then moving as fast

as her walker would allow

shuffled through the marble lobby 

and the sliding glass doors

out into the parking lot but

trying to scale the fence

fell and broke her hip

so she's back on the ward

yet for a moment

she was so close

to how it used to be

she could smell

wafting through the palings

from her recently 

put-up-for-sale house

the

frangipani 

in the garden

blooming, its arms
open to receive her.

____________

disposable income
disposable plates
disposable bags
disposable cups
disposable cutlery
disposable packaging
disposable wipes
disposable razors
disposable masks
disposable staff
disposable stuff
disposable trays
disposable cloths
disposably syringes
disposable dressings
disposable gloves
disposable panties
disposable gowns
disposable nappies

indisposable earth
_________

 

 

I'm still waiting to see

the subversive website

where hungry people

can go to peep

at the pornography 

of intimacy

wherein you can watch:

people offering to do the dishes

or

brushing their lover's thinning hair

tenderly

giving or receiving a foot rub

bringing the other a cup of

tea

or when the other is unwell or unable
helping them dress or
go to the toilet while still

keeping in sight and heart

their irreducible dignity 

_______

Covet 19

I saw on the news
there has been a serious outbreak
of contentment
the government
and chamber of business
are working hard to contain it

_______________

With apologies to Fernando Pessoa

For a baby
the breast
is a little larger
than the entire universe
________

Young women
casually sling their
bodies 
over their
being
effortlessly
attracting
male
attention
___________
 

when the wheels
come off
they run up hill
down dale
away
and free
 
like we
___________

SCARING LITTLE ALBERT

chubby little boy
sweet smile
untainted by unanchored intellect
innocence incarnate
Douglas his real name
at age six
back with the Lord

better not to know
than to be unkind
________

no body is immune

___________

My ex wife is bitter
that I kept
autonomous walking devices
and was not of the
anti-rodent party:
guilty as charged
______

Burnt offering

Now that the fires have abated a little
let us use the reprieve wisely
to build containment lines
around out-of-control marketing
which invites us to endlessly devour
more than the body can contain
or the earth can offer


let us rebuild our neighbour's houses
and our own
not out of inflammatory convenience
and instant non-gratification
but out of slow-burning, meaningful journeys
which are long enough to reveal
the true value of things

let us prepare stockpiles of joy
and connection
so that people do not stream like lemmings
to horse races and bars,
cruise ships and neon malls
hungry for excitement and escape
but instead nourish themselves
with a soft internal rainfall
that falls in a measure that the
earth heart can absorb,

and dance like the breeze
that wafts from nowhere
to caress and kiss

new growth

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Petition

אבינו שבשמים
ובארץ
שבתוככי ובתוכך,
שרק האשליה החולפת של העור
מפרידה בינינו

Our father
who art in heaven
and in the earth
in me
and in you
and that only the fleeting illusion
of skin
divides us
____________

I stop at a
lost in time
eatery
in the shire
staffed by a humble
hard working
immigrant Chinese
man and wife team
whose children will be
proctologists and actuaries
and order fish and chips
which arrives
not as greasy as I remember
but just as burpacious
and wash it down
with plastic tasting coke
just to be who I was
forty years ago
_________________

On the last day of the world
the shops held a mega sale
the flames were licking at the door
as people
exalted
in their bargains
_______________

In an eatery
a man
playing a role of waiter
and I
playing a role of patron
glimpsed each other
briefly

but he did not know how
or did not want to

take off his mask

and I did not want 
or did not know how

to put mine on

__________

On this
heating
cooling
flooding
drying
dying
birthing
expanding
contracting
planet
vaster and vaster
above
above
beneath
beneath
and more
than more
here
it
is,
this,
this
here
now

_____________

 

If I fall over
in the parking lot
I know the birds
will take this body
into their hearts
and say kaddish for me

______________

Give us this day
our daily sedation:
sports
share prices
the smiling death masks
of "news" anchors
___________

If only I had a bigger smart phone
I could sit in restaurants all on my own
I'd always have somewhere 
that I can call home
I wouldn't get bored when I am alone
if only I had a bigger smart phone
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One day I looked down
and there was a pair of old men's legs
attached to a young man's mind
I wonder who they belong to?
___________

Slow it down
slow it down
slow it down to the ground
slow it down to the sound
of the breath in your chest
slow in down slow it down
so what's frantic can rest
slow it down slow it down
til what's mislaid
is found
____________

stop the world turning
stop the stars burning
stop the heart yearning
would I if I could?
 (Feb 29 copied from Facebook) 
___________________

I lean my head
against the side of my house
and wail
and thus it becomes
my wailing wall
__________________

Like a merchant
who spreads out his wares
in what he imagines is an attractive way
to seduce passers by into his stall

so have I
spread out my imaginary wares
to seduce you
into loving me

and like a merchant who
knowing the call to enter
must come from within
not without

and who
can no longer wait

I take off my vestments

and step through the gate
____________

My feet
are no longer
allowed to go out
unsupervised
____________

I am staring into
the abliss
_____________

stick to the plan
o son of man
and find your dignity
wherever you can

________________

ME TOO

Cooler conditions
are suing fire fighters
for taking advantage of them
___________

A deeper love

how i loved
every moment
of the journey
every rock and pebble
every fish and slime
the sluggishness of silt
and the rush of the canyon
but now
a greater love calls
_____________

may all beings
be happy and free
starting with me
______________

(for South Africans of my vintage:)

three things I remember:
public telephone booths reeking of urine
trolley buses
meeeeeeeeeeellies
____________________

I played hide
and seek
with G-d
and G-d
found
my hiding place.
 
That's All.
____________

GOING DOWN

Man dies
in submerged
elevator

____________

Mayachorei HaPargod (Behind the curtain)

There is a three dimensional cinema
without ceiling or floor or walls
and into it the universe is projected
and behind the lens of the projector
is a curtain
and behind the curtain
is
___________________

MYSTERY

Although the atoms are enraged
I remain calm
___________

I come home
to the dog and
the boys have tidied up
and G-d
is all over the house

______________

Sometimes
on the long trip
back to the office
when I get lonely
if I could give G-d a call
I would
_______________

Please G-d turn us into
a wall of steel
that stops the trophy hunters' bullet
into medicine
that heals the sick
cassava
that feeds the hungry
a blazing fire
that warms the cold
a waterfall that
slakes the parched 
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