December 17, 2017
On Stones, New Eternities & Poetry
To our land, and it is a prize of war, the freedom to die from longing and burning and our land, in its bloodied night, is a jewel that glimmers […]
January 23, 2017
Gam Zu L’tova (This too Is for the Good)
And when they bombed other people’s houses, we protested but not enough, we opposed them but not enough. I was in my bed, around my bed America was falling: invisible […]
December 23, 2016
In Errata We Excavate Our Interiors
As you read this, a spacecraft pulsing out earthly recordings reaches interstellar space—beyond the Sun’s influence. It carries earthquake & surf. Tree frogs. Heart & Morse Code. —”Errata,” […]
May 30, 2016
Peace is a Bus that Has No Destination
…for history has yet to start and there’s no geography and no other languages. And even better: the war has left its “r” behind and turned into love, so the […]
January 25, 2016
I Wanted to Ruin It for You: On Yael Hedaya’s Housebroken (Part 1)
Do you remember that strangely addictive taste of drugstore lipstick on your teenage lips And how it wouldn’t taste the same if you bit right into it? But […]
December 10, 2015
Notes on Love and Violence, Part 3
“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” —Albert Einstein (1) […]
November 19, 2015
Notes on Love and Violence
‘Time does not change us. It just unfolds us.’ — Max Frisch (1) My mother did not like me hanging around outside: to stand on a street corner any day, […]
October 13, 2015
Stranger in the Midrahov: On Forgiveness
I think artists have a strange sense of happiness. It’s always a little painful. There’s an ache to touch something untouchable, but when we do, it disrupts, shakes, the borders […]
October 5, 2015
The Silence of Syrian Rue
Love is not the last room. There are others along the long corridor that has no end. —“On the Wall of a House,” Yehuda Amichai Yael lived in […]
September 13, 2015
On Books and Silence: Why I Cannot Pray on Rosh Hashanah
“Where are you?” “In what I say.” “What is your truth?” “What lacerates me.” “And your salvation?” “Forgetting what I said.” –“At the Threshold of the Book,” Edmond Jabès […]