PRIVATE Writers
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Pierre-François Moreau | School
Good news, it infuses this issue with a sense of joy, and with an aspect of carefree childhood seized in flight. There is a feeling of solemnity, but a tender solemnity. An innocence that confronts the world, its difficulties and…
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Michele Smargiassi | Rurality now
When they came to tell us that farming without farmers could exist we smiled. But now we have uninhabited expanses of land, mechanization, greenhouse plants untouched by human hand.
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Hans Durrer | Hope
Since we are living, to a large part, in a socially constructed world – think of the legal system or of bureaucracy, for instance –, social reports can be pretty much about anything and everything that explores conditions and trends…
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Alain Jullien | Photography and Photographers
Big changes are happening in photography today, and we cannot blame digital photography for all of these upheavals. The close connection between photography and reality has not been called into question, but what has been cut up, torn up or…
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Franck Bijou | Présences
I recently made a train journey in France. Leaving from Paris but, and this is what I asked the ticket seller at the station…
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Ami Steinitz | Meta Reality
A living environment is a defined terrain where actual and imaginative perceptions are mutually experienced. The current flow of global information intensifies the simultaneous sense of personal space, and images serve as its geographic and emotional expansions.
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Dorit Weisman
Looking at a snail the morning after a suicide bombing on Emek Refaim StreetGray and self assured and solid it moves forward / on its damp and endless journey while yesterday’s ambulances go back and forth / back and forth in my brain…
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Dan Savery Raz | The Leaders
Ah, these are the leaders /These are the leaders – / Madmen in suits. / Believing in numbers, percentages and sanity / Drawing bar-charts to rationalize tanks and air strikes…
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Ester Muchawsky-Schnapper | Three Days later…
I felt like walking with you in the woods / no daffodils but many trees / not really black, or green - no fairy-tale - / but sweet air and warm-licking sun / healing all there is…
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Dorit Weisman | Sarah
Of all the things in the ad what attracted me / Was the beauty of Sarah / And I stood there, or sat, today, Friday morning, / A winter sun warms me up in my purple clothes…
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E. M. Schorb | The Diamond Merchant
The buoys of memory have faint bells, noticed in the night. / I have left these chiming seamarks for the time of my return…
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Tammara Or Slilat | Miscellaneous
My youngest daughter called from the army, / just returned from an ambush in the desert, this time / they intercepted two men who tried to smuggle Hashish from Egypt…
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Tal Nitzán | In the time of cholera
Facing one another / we turn our backs to the world’s calamities. / Behind our closed eyes and curtains / both heat and war / erupted at once…
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Tammara Or Slilat | Rosh Hashana
I can't believe it's / a new year, again / it has crept up on me, softly, surreptitiously, / though the signs, of course, were written on the wall…
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Ester Muchawsky-Schnapper | At the End of the Sabbath (or: Me and Them)
The hazy air surrounds us all, / with dust which cannot dirty them. / Dry heat and desert-wind envelop / the Holy Day / without a moment touching them…
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Raquel Chalfi | Travelling to Jerusalem on a Moonlit Night
The window travels the clouds travel I / travel the road travels the moon travels the trees travel the pane / travels moon travels passengers travel / earth travels mountains travel planet travels thoughts travel…
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Gilad Meiri | We Came to Violate the Land
God of building violations hear / our application / we the undersigned / people in apartments / in housing blocks / in projects…
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Ana Elsner | Forgetting Eyes
Not in a tinplated / beggar’s cup of watery soup / do I perceive your countenance. / Not in a fine white china / dish of consommé…
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Monica Matei | Åžeulia of MureÅŸ
You are up on the sky, / eeping an eye into the Light, / so righteous within, / if only you look at those near and far…
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Thachom Poyil Rajeevan | r/e/c/y/c/l/i/n/g
by Thachom Poyil Rajeevan Beware them who come asking for old shoes. Wearing them one by one from the bigger to the smaller they will walk along the path you walked once, like crossing a lake stepping over lotus-leaves, turning…
