THINGS THAT CAN
LIVE IN WATER
Like so many other things, not many. The country
star Burly Ivans, real name Bob Dylan, cuts his
fingers off to stop playing guitar, lights his hand
afire to stop acknowledging applause, finds his
Jesus in a ten-cent mop-brow towel. It's all
so barely interesting, as to be truthful.
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In Williamsburg Brooklyn I am walking the
ambling life : watching the Jew-clerks and
those diamond-district furriers in their
schoolbus-to-market shtetls and ways.
No one speaks, yet they all walk two by two,
never ceasing, always on. And those senseless
women in their marriage wigs and clunky shoes,
what do they do, just go to market while a camera
hangs on the end of a journalist's forearm? Even
he is watching out for movement and life. It
seems, it really does, the end of all times.
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Someone sits forlornly, at a walkway table
overlooking the highway overpass : he seems
almost asleep, but not, and is yapping on a
phone. At his table, flyers and a donation cup,
demanding new land for new settlers in his
new Israel; taking what's left is taking
what's left already. The rest be damned.
G-d gave us this land!
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