If you ever visit Israel, you will find that this is a very strange country. Oh, all countries are strange. I will not begin to compare. But something here is strange.

Something is, and I will keep saying this until people realize what I mean, going on here.

Something is going on everywhere.

This is a poem that is tangential to that point.

( The Artists Colony In Tzfat (let no one walk in our remains) )

I am on a mountain. It is very cold here, and I may never return.

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I will talk about the books I read in November soon enough, do not fear. I know the craving in your dark shrunken hearts, I know the ebbing pulse of your malignant need. You cry out, at night at times when you cannot sleep, Idan! What did you think of that one Phillip Roth book you read in November? Do not fret, my darlings, still your aching ( Read more... )

I can never decide if you are my lover ( Read more... )

Tired, v. tired, not in the metaphorical but in the physical sense, as if i'd been up for a dozen hours too long or had experienced a day of unusual exercise. Which i have not, but who am I to argue with such a delightful emotion? My eyelids are heavy, i have put on glasses to hold them up until this cup of coffee is done. I think i'm going to ( Read more... )

Internet, it has been a long day, and I am tired. It actually hasn't been such a long day, to tell the truth, but i've been tired since I woke up. I am not sure what is up with that. Internet, I have bought some things today! Here is a list ( Read more... )

I would like to finish some goddamn stories in the next fucking century, that would really be fucking nice, I am tired of coming up with new ideas and jotting them down fervently but not continuing them because I am aware that too many ideas make for cognitive stasis so I am focusing on only several things, right now, I am focusing on the book (A ( Read more... )

I've written over a hundred poems in my life. Quite a lot of them are horrible. Others are intensely personal and incomprehensible to the average reader. Some, I am proud of. But;

I don't remember writing any of them.

That's not quite specific, of course. I remember writing some of them. Not most; a select few. I remember the circumstance; Of ( Read more... )

Okay so I was logging into the internet today and I noticed that code_epic had gotten me a e-gift. I am not sure why she did this, but I respect her, er, money? Anyways. There was a poem attached ( Read more... )

Leonard Cohen; possibly the artist who I most - admire? That's wrong. Enjoy? Wrong as well. Possibly the artist of whom my feelings are most inexxpressible by words existant. That's a good definition, I think. He's fascinating. Powerful, a lyric goddamn giant with the power of the soul at his fingertips.

the_entity, who is my bestest friend in the whole ( Read more... )