Melania Trump is asking Germany which half of Donald they want.Apparently he’s split.But not down the middle.
A Rabbi says the Jesus prayer in Pittsburgh.What? The Pope is saying Kaddish in Tel Aviv… when is the Second Coming?
After the First.
I’ve got pre-traumatic stress.I’m going to die.
Why don’t we have two hearts? One sweet and one beat
The police want me to question them. Why?
I’m a spy but for whom?
I can’t write any more.It’s the Apocalypse when I can spell lapse.
Curtains down,
Turn back, live again, he said to me Do not struggle with the darkness anymore One more move might give hate victory We are each connected to that tree The sunlit top, the roots hid in earth’s floor Come back, start again, he asked of me While we live, we’ll live with dignity Not scrabbling for the gold in blood and gore One more thought might give hate victory The kindness of the golden light was clear And left an image in my mind’s deep core Come back with new life, he asked of me Do not wonder now why you are here We’re here to live and living shall restore What our suffering self has found so dear I had never seen the light before Only Christ the tyger with his roar Come back, live through darkness, he told me Feel the blackness,feel love's victory
It seems I can’t feel good unless you’re bad
We have to see things clear, to draw a line
I am only happy when you’re sad
You’re not me, so ,oh,I’m deeply glad
I don’t want any grey in my domain
It seems I don’t feel good unless you’re bad
If there’s sin and evil we applaud
You’re the Jew, so bear the tragic stain
I am only happy when you’re sad
Jesus is called Shepherd and Our Lord
I forget he was a Jew again, again.
It seems I can’t feel good unless God’s bad
You’re my shadow I will kill your kind
Then I can be in charge of the whole world
I am only happy when I’m blind
Why can’t we use our own hearts and our minds
To simplistic theories,foolish, undermine
It seems I can’t feel good unless you’re bad
I am joyful when I drive you mad
The human mind creates both good and ill
A chimpanzee is harmless, unlike man
Where is our acceptance and good will?
The hatred of the other lives on stilln.
We see both plots and evil where we ca
The human mind creates both good and ill
By word and action, evil is instilled
Do we need more laws and legal bans?
Where is our acceptance and good will?
The scapegoat dies for our sins, pays our bill.
The massacres and pogroms ,oh they’re grand!
The human mind creates both good and ill
As Jesus walked up Calvary, that hill
His burden heavy, did we understand?
Where is real acceptance, where good will?
Comes the legal killer ,head in hand
The flesh and skin and bone he nowl demands.
The human heart should shudder, feel the ill
Would toleration and acceptance kill?
https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2015/04/is-it-time-for-the-jews-to-leave-europe/386279/
EXTRACT
The Church itself functioned as the centrifuge of anti-Semitism from the time it rebelled against its mother religion until the middle of the 20th century. As Jonathan Sacks, the former chief rabbi of Great Britain, has observed, Europe has added to the global lexicon of bigotry such terms as Inquisition, blood libel, auto‑da‑fé, ghetto, pogrom, and Holocaust. Europe has blamed the Jews for an encyclopedia of sins. The Church blamed the Jews for killing Jesus; Voltaire blamed the Jews for inventing Christianity. In the febrile minds of anti-Semites, Jews were usurers and well-poisoners and spreaders of disease. Jews were the creators of both communism and capitalism; they were clannish but also cosmopolitan; cowardly and warmongering; self-righteous moralists and defilers of culture. Ideologues and demagogues of many permutations have understood the Jews to be a singularly malevolent force standing between the world and its perfection.
Hitler destroyed most everything. But the story Europeans tell themselves—or told themselves, until the proof became too obvious to ignore—is that Judenhass, the hatred of Jews, ended when Berlin fell 70 years ago.
Events of the past 15 years suggest otherwise.
https://www.theatlantic.com/notes/2017/04/your-favorite-poems-on-hard-times/523191/
Extract
I could never take Charles Bukowski seriously. His books always seemed to be props for a certain type of guy I was endlessly attracted to. These guys were never into Wallace Stevens, say, or Lucille Clifton, just Bukowski. So Bukowski ended up being shorthand for pretentious guys who wanted to seem cool, and edgy, and arty.
Fast forward a few years: I’m done with those guys, living a life I hadn’t planned on—my choice, yes, but still difficult. I woke up this morning wondering how to keep going today with my responsibilities, with the to-dos, with all the work of a life that feels at this moment so constricted. I opened YouTube and “The Laughing Heart” appeared as a suggestion. I’m not sure why I clicked on it, but I did. It was the poem I needed—the poem that told me why and how to be today.
The opening lines:
your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
How my heart sings 