Different Slants

Seeing the World from a New Angle

Cop Julie and The Lost Jewish Cemetery…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Cops,Humor,Jewish Themes,Love and Romance,Poetry & Prose,Wisconsin stories — Bob at 10:49 pm on Friday, January 20, 2017

So, new guy in a new town

I joined a poet’s group

Nice woman there figures out

That Passover

is possibly my holiday

Clever woman

 

Then she leans over to me

And whispers:

 

“There’s this tiny Jewish cemetery

In a little town near here

And their steel entrance sign

With its big Jewish star

Collapsed on the ground

In the mud

Makes me feel bad

It’s not right

Maybe you can fix it”

 

I backed up from her whisper

A righteous Christian

If ever there was one

Does she think I somehow

Have…magic powers

Able to lift steel girders

With a wink and a prayer??

(Read on …)

Seeing Rivka Differently…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Life & Death,Love and Romance,Philosophy,Poetry & Prose — Bob at 8:46 am on Friday, December 16, 2011

Seeing Rivka Differently

by Robert M. Katzman ©December 16, 2011

(almost Chanukkah Eve)

 

In 1 AD

Teutonic Tribes were gathering

In Germania

Warring against

The Roman Legions

And battling the wild Britons

Across the Channel

A Celtic people

Who painted themselves

Blue

When making war on invaders

So many invaders

In 1 AD

The Ojibwa

The Ohio

The Ottawa

were

Native tribes

Hunting, fishing, planting

in the

Northern Plains

In a vast land of

500 Different tribes

East, West and North

of

Great freshwater Lakes

The three Tribes

Dwelled in the

Endless green forests

For 20,000 years

In 1 AD

The peaceful

Basques

Were living in

The Pyrenees Mountains

by the

Bay of Bisque

Herding sheep

And speaking the

Mysterious

Yet oldest

Language in Europe

Even then

3,000 years old

In 1 AD

The Jews

Were a defeated People

Dispersed by the Romans

Adrift from their own land

Judea

East of the warm

Mediterranean Sea

And despised by so many

They would meet

Everywhere on their travels

Forever looking

For a home

Some went to west to Spain

Some went east

To Mesopotamia

Some went far north

To frozen

Slavic Kingdoms

And the Baltic lands

And time went by…

One hundred years

Five hundred years

A thousand years

And everything changed

  (Read on …)

Allow Me My Foolish Mortality….by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Life & Death,Love and Romance,Philosophy,Poetry & Prose — Bob at 1:15 pm on Monday, November 21, 2011

Thanksgiving, 2011

 

Allow me my foolish mortality

My assumption of being more

Than meets the eye

The illusion of my value

Enduring beyond a moment

 

The weight of an observation

A measured interpretation of

 Another’s expression

Calculating the risks of

My children’s relationships

 

Who weighs the value of such judgments?

 

What makes one’s past words more than

Faint rustling of dead leaves?

Are my pronouncements a telegraph

Clicking only on my end of the line?

  (Read on …)

Traveling Alone, Traveling Together…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Liberation Fantasies,Love and Romance,Philosophy,Poetry & Prose,Travel — Bob at 10:57 am on Friday, November 11, 2011

November 4, 2011

 

I have been many places

Traveling alone

Traveling together

Sometimes both

Together’s better

 

Alone you choose

You come

You go

You pause

You contemplate

You share nothing

You have

Freedom’s

Isolation

(Read on …)

A New Generation Party? I Can Feel the Trembling of Change…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Jewish Themes,Life & Death,Philosophy,Poetry & Prose,Politics,Social Policy and Justice — Bob at 9:27 am on Wednesday, October 19, 2011

This is an exception for me.

I really never write about politics, economics or the whole circus.

I guess I don’t feel smart enough, or think who gives a damn what I think and other self-deprecating emotions.  When Rick Munden asked me to write this blog with him, four years ago, I figured he had some political thoughts to express and I’d write poetry and non-fiction stories. 

 But now is now and I feel like there’s something to say from a guy on the edges, who watches the crowds.  I’m a Jew and Jews tend to get run over in the juggernaut of massive political change.

We are and have been the “Canaries in the Mine” of political & social change.  The Canaries never fare well.  So, yes, I’m beginning to feel the first sense of fear that the ground is shifting.

So, here is how I, one person from a very old and despised people who have traveled the world for millennia seeking refuge from chaos and murder…see what is happening all at once:   

This is an amazingly slow motion crashing together of continents.  Maybe nothing will come of it and cold weather will kill it. 

Or, just possibly, it is something big, very big, which will crush the ignorance and prejudice of  the Tea Party mentality in America  and squeeze out the nationwide selfishness that allow the truly wealthy to disregard the crushing misery of the poor.  No one ever really recognizes the triggers of social change until after they’ve been pulled.

When the rich begin to experience fear–especially in this country–and there is no safe harbor for them anywhere in the world, all they can do is throw money at the poor and plead with them to stay away. This isn’t a Hooverville in the Great Depression.  Too many smart people far too well-connected all over the world. 

Truly the whole world is watching.  I think what’s happening is unsurpressable.

(Read on …)

I Have To Bury the Monster!!!……..by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Gritty Katzman Chicago Stories,Jewish Themes,Life & Death,My Own Personal Hell,Poetry & Prose — Bob at 11:44 am on Friday, September 30, 2011

© September 29, 2011

 

“The Monster has Died!!

I have to bury the Monster”

Says the man who keeps the lies

I have to Bury the Monster

The Terrible One who shreds lives

Tears, crunches, slaps, punches, bites

The one who hits with leather belts and buckles

The one who shatters personalities

The Destroyer of Children

The Destroyer of Marriages

I am the Keeper of Lies

I have to Bury the Monster

No one must ever know

About Bonnie & Bobby

Charm

She had Charm

Beauty

Wit

The Life of the Party

She was

 Artistic

Popular

Persuasive

and

In demand

She wore a Mask

The Mask came off

At home

I have to Bury the Monster

To live secretly in terror

Prisoners of madness

No corner was safe in a house

When the Monster went hunting

 Her children her only prey

The Keeper of Lies and his sister Bonnie

Have to Bury the Monster

Have to meet the Rabbi

And tell lies one more time

(Read on …)

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