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They have given you French names
and made you captive, my rugged
troublesome compatriots;
your splendid beards, are epicene,
plaster white
and your angers
unclothed with Palestinian hills quite lost…
Café Sport is another scene. A scene, because that is where the artists and intellectuals go to be seen. Taking part is what matters, not winning. It is like sport, which is where the café got its…
Many years later, in London, Father was once again revealed to me in that long-ago evening in Ramat Poriya, sitting on the fence with the Kinnereth lying like a carcass behind him, but this time the…
Dramatic poem by Angiolo Orvieto Music by Giacomo Orefice
A. Leopold,
It would appear from your letter that you do not believe that art is a factor in civilization and progress. You are not the only one. One might agree with you that up to now no statue or…
The world is full of armies.
But that is not what will kill us.
Béla Balázs
If there is culture today, it can only be an aesthetic culture. If one wants to raise seriously the question whether there…
[ . . . ] I have always felt it as a particular honor that a man of such outstanding importance as Theodor Herzl was the first to champion me publicly from his exposed and therefore responsible…
I lived, but as for living I was shiftless in my life,
knew always I’d be buried here when all was done,
that year layers itself upon year, clod on clod, stone on stone,
that in the chill and wormy…
The sunset grew bold: it insisted on staying
In the Red Sea at night, when the innocent pink
Young fawns delicately make their way
Downhill to the palace of water to drink.
They leave their silken…
I received your inquiry in which you asked me to express my opinion . . . concerning a curtain with multicolored images that was designated a Torah curtain, and which has been used for some time for…