“I have suffered fear, hunger and humiliation when I passed from the Warsaw Ghetto, through labor camps, to Buchenwald. Today, as a citizen of Israel, I cannot accept the systematic destruction of cities, towns and refugee camps. I cannot accept the technocratic cruelty of the bombing . . . I hear familiar sounds today . . . I hear ‘dirty Arabs’ and I remember ‘dirty Jews’. I hear about ‘closed areas’ and I remember ghettos and camps. I hear ‘two-legged beasts’ and I remember ‘Untermenschen’ [‘subhumans’] . . . Too many things in Israel remind me of too many things . . .”
-Dr. Schlomo Shmelzman, Holocaust Survivor
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
No Coward's Song
I am afraid to think about my death,
When it shall be, and whether in great pain
I shall rise up and fight the air for breath
Or calmly wait the bursting of my brain.
I am no coward who could seek in fear
A folk-lore solace or sweet Indian tales:
I know dead men are deaf and cannot hear
The singing of a thousand nightingales.
I know dead men are blind and cannot see
The friend that shuts in horror their big eyes,
And they are witless -- O, I'd rather be
A living mouse than dead as a man dies.
James Elroy Flecker (1884-1915)
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Dinner 4th Jan 2008
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