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Seeing the World from a New Angle

Pleading with Fate in Jerusalem (part 12)…by Robert M. Katzman

Universally spiritual, these thoughts have been on my mind for months. I hope they carry as much meaning for you as they do for me. If you think it will matter, please let someone else read it, because sometimes people lose hope at Christmas time.  Please tell them who wrote it. That’ll make me smile.

I want to start recording my work, maybe selling it online, if someone out there is looking for an opportunity. Some people like the way I read my work. Thanks–Bob

 

Pleading with Fate in Jerusalem

by Robert M Katzman © December 4, 2017

I tilted my head to the Western Wall

Trying to summon the words

Conjuring up Fate to listen to me

Surrendering to that which can’t be seen

But regardless

Nevertheless heard

 

Why do you keep doing this?

You keep taking so many away

No one left to call and say:

Do you remember this perilous time?

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Teaching Jericho about Fire on Thanksgiving Day…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Bewilderment,Children,Depression and Hope,Life & Death,Marriage and Family,Old Fart Wisdom,Wisconsin stories — Bob at 9:55 pm on Thursday, November 23, 2017

Teaching Jericho About Fire on Thanksgiving Day

by Robert M. Katzman © Thanksgiving Day, 2017

 

We’re walking on the beach collecting wood

 Thanksgiving Day

Pieces of our family are gathering

First time without Grandma in his short life

And my long one

Her shadow follows us

He’s six and doing his best

I’m sixty-seven and want him to know

To know about wood and fire and so much more

I think about Time and that it’s flowing too quickly

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David’s Star (in Israel-part 10)…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Bewilderment,Depression and Hope,Israel,Jewish Themes,Life & Death,My Own Personal Hell,Travel — Bob at 7:05 am on Friday, November 17, 2017

Copyright June 20, 2016

Hanging on a thin necklace

Around my neck

It’s always there

A silver star

David’s Star

I am never unaware of it

Neither is anyone else

Quiet and discrete

Weighing nothing

But heavy with

Thousands of years

Of a people

The size of a dime

Beautifully carved

Like two interwoven triangles

The six-pointed Star

Never shouts

It murmurs (Read on …)

An American Jew’s Bold New Plan for a Sane, Peaceful and Prosperous State of Palestine (part 9)…by Robert M. Katzman

An American Jew’s Bold New Plan for a Sane, 

Peaceful and Prosperous State of Palestine

(part 9)

© by Robert M. Katzman

Man, I ain’t no dreamer—R. Katzman

Published May 18th, 2007 in honor of my father, Israel, on the seventh anniversary of his death, at age 87. I chose to not update the statistics because they aren’t the point of this article. This is about ideas. About change.

First, some background: My family came to America between 1902 and 1916 from Eastern Europe, where some of my immediate ancestors were murdered during the World War One years and the rest by Hitler later. They were non-combatants. I grew up with grim tales of unending, irrational persecution and in sync with my left-of-center politics beginning in the later Sixties, I wouldn’t wish that kind of terror and life on anyone.

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Vad Yashem: Killing a Million Children (part 6)…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Bewilderment,Children,Depression and Hope,Israel,Jewish Themes,Life & Death,My Own Personal Hell,Rage! — Bob at 3:26 pm on Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Vad Yashem

Killing a Million Children

(part 6)

by Robert M. Katzman © November 7, 2017

 

I didn’t want to come here

I’ve been here before

I know what’s awaiting me

So much older now

I need to feel it again

The jolt of horror

To remind myself

I am still here

We are still here

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Bob in Israel:A Crusader Castle & The Tunisian Synagogue (part 2)…by Robert M. Katzman

Bob in Israel: Crusader Castles and Caraway Seeds (part 2)

By Robert m. Katzman © October 27, 2017

 I thought the problem was Caraway seeds. I mean finding them in the Promised Land because since I’m cooking eggs in my obscure rented space far from English-speaking people in order to spend as little as possible on food, salt and pepper just didn’t cut it this morning. I decided to find a real, or at least larger grocery store where a range of spices might be available.

About Caraway seeds, in case this sounds odd to you or in case everything I write about seems odd to you, when I was a child on the South Side of Chicago there was a Jewish place on 71st Street and Jeffery Avenue, near Woolworths and I think north of the train. I was five then, in 1955, and I couldn’t drive yet, so my memories of where things were at that time might be influenced from my being three feet tall.

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