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חובת ההוכחה

חובת ההוכחה

מתוך: "בשינוי ובשגרה" אֲנִי מְשׁוֹרֵר
מְחַבֵּר אֲנִי שִׁירִים
שִׁיר אֲנִי חִבַּרְתִּי
הֲרֵי הוּא לִפְנֵיכֶם
שִׁיר אֲנִי חִבַּרְתִּי
מְחַבֵּר אֲנִי שִׁירִים
אֲנִי מְשׁוֹרֵר Image by Exau Paluku from Pixabay

Writing Exercise: Fashion

Writing Exercise: Fashion

Her hug was close. Tight. If he was straight, or even just lonely... He would be effectively intoxicated. He's neither. "Oh, common Midas, don't be like that." Anton, not at all named Midas, was getting, miffed. "Flattery will get you nowhere. And besides, Sherill, that wasn't flattery." Sherill raised a brow. Taking a seat on 'his' restored sofa. "He made stuff into gold, You take rags and make high end fashion." He retorted, sipping on piping hot tea. "I'm also not inspired by greed." Sherill frowned "He was trying to save his Country from bankruptcy." "Not in the version I read." ... This wasn't new. it was an argument they came back to all the time. So familiar, Sherill almost forgot what she came for this time. "Aaron's having his Bar Mitzvah in a month. I will donate to the Charity of your choice, but make my little brother a suit that will not make him look... Off." "Any Charity?" "Even your pocket." Anton sat with his chin on his palm. "Tell me what you have in mind." Originally published on twitter. Image by Public Co from Pixabay

Writing Exercise: Straw

Writing Exercise: Straw

Written in straw Heras world in now ash. A mathematician without so much as ink and paper. All she has now is weeds. Straw to be. But the need. Oh the need. To write. To calculate. "Mom! We're safe now. why are you crying?" Her son. Molière. After the playwright, not misspelling the candelabra's name. He's in denial. For now. Now, to go the their, laughable, approximation, of a barn. And experiment. She takes cut grass, for compost. And ties it. Knots it. She makes it. It only took three months, incredulous. But now... The Echo of her ideas is reflected back to her... On the straw. Originally posted on twitter. Image by M. Maggs from Pixabay

Writing Exercise: Mirror Mirror

Writing Exercise: Mirror Mirror

Adina hurried, the alarm blaring all around her indicated trouble in the lake hall. Her steps echoing enough she can hear her path ahead. The Door, when she reaches it, is sealed. She wrote the rune. The door faded from existence. She stepped into the hall. The ceiling was identical to the floor. A perfect mirror. "Hear my call! Head my plea." The spell endlessly echoed through the titanic, colossus, cavernous Hall. She stepped. Still hearing the spell. But still. No Idea what is wrong. Images. The images from the spell began to fill her. Their neighbors declared war. She must warn the queen. *** Queen Angela took in what the royal thaumaturge Adina had told her. The Barrians, the Old Ally had declared war. Reason? Who knows. "Your Highness? What do you command of us?" Oh Sully, the most trustworthy General one could wish for. "Bring me Huntsman Rowen" Adina... couldn't hold back shock. "That Spy?! He's one of them." Angela... "He has a Cinaptian Family. Of Both blood and Choice. I am sufficiently confident of his loyalty." Then, she shed light on the Elephant. "And why are you so quick to turn on Him?" Angela stared a dead mans stare straight to the poor woman's soul. "You don't even know why this war began. We might still be able to stop it. Why would you stoke hate before they have earned it." This wasn't a question. She could see it, the shame in her eyes. She will do better. *** Adina sat in her Lab, a thin pretense of work. As Angela's words torture her. Never releasing their Grip. She should have known better. Their Forces are strong, both abled bodies and Pros. Engineers and magic users. They need knowledge. Not to play along like impressionable teens. Finally, she pushed all distractions aside. She has work ahead of her. She will need the hall for it. ..... The Huntsman was shocked. He was sure the Queen will turn on him. Once he heard the news. But she did not. Instead. She bestowed on him a great honor. He will not disappoint. Originally published on twitter, part 1, part 2, part 3. Image by Simon Giesl from Pixabay.

Writing Exercise: The color blue

Writing Exercise: The color blue

I am sitting at the beach. Sunshine. Not a cloud. The rolling waves are mesmerizing. Then I see it. Arms. Waiving. I cannot hear them. I cannot tell who they are. Don't care. Either. A step. A gallop. A dive. It's cold, the waves push me away. But I get to them. Limp in my arms. But breathing. Not that at this moment I can tell. At the shore, I notice the blue of their lips. Turning purple, then red. They'll be fine. So will I. Not based on real events. Originally published on twitter. Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

I've been awesome

I've been awesome

בעברית: "אני הייתי יופי" From "The myth of Ari-Paz" To Bert and Ernie Bert invited me yesterday to a performance by one stand-up comedian, Ari-Paz Goldman, who's performing in person at the club. Told me he's already saw it twice and really enjoyed it. I was hesitant because after watching a number of stand-up shows - on stage, in TV entertainment shows and video conferences, I've already formed an opinion that there are some originals and many that are just shuffling. Bert told me that the ticket price is affordable, that you only live once, and in general one should support art in these frenzy days. "Fine," I said, "I'd even pay your way, if only you'd stop the clichés." I bought the tickets on my cell phone. On our way to the club, I was looking for videos of Ari-Paz. "It's interesting that I've never seen Ari-Paz appear on digital media. Is there a reason he avoids it?" "Wait and see," Bert smiled as we entered the club. The hall itself looked intimate, with tables and chairs, a drinks and food bar and a raised stage. We sat down at a table near the stage - I hesitated because most stand-up comedians like to rag on the audience when they have no inspiration, but Bert assured me that in previous performances he noticed that Ari-Paz doesn't do so. The show began, Ari-Paz came to the stage wearing a dark blue three-piece suit, arranged the microphone, asked to turn down the spotlight, and then said, "I noticeth th're art some familiar faces h're. hurrah." I sided with Bert while I grumbled, "Shakespeare? And I was wondering if he'd ask for anyone from Lower Uncton." A moment later, Ari-Paz continued: "Doth thee knoweth the humour of being nam'd as 'Ari-Paz'?" "A golden lion" I grinned. "That what it meant?" replied Bert, against the background of giggles, commotion and questions "What did he say?" that was heard in the audience. Ari-Paz told how as a child he's been whipping boy, how he was ridiculed and laughed at - mostly by his brother. Laughter filled the club, including me and Bert. He told of the school, of being a rather industrious pupil whom the teachers liked and the pupils were unable to grasp, and at one point I let his words pass me as I examined the audience's reactions, and suddenly a cry was heard: "Would you speak proper English?" Me and others looked at the middle table where I saw a guy quite similar to Ari-Paz, who blushed at the attention. "Oh if 't isn't mine own brother," Ari-Paz responded with a half smile. "Despite the time passeth he hast not yet did get hath used to t." Laughter was heard in the audience and Ari-Paz continued: "Would thee like to knoweth whither's mine own haughtiness from?" I raised an eyebrow and Bert nodded toward the stage. The club was quite chilly but Ari-Paz's face shone. He took off his jacket and hung it on the microphone pole, then took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his face. "Can thee recall at which hour thou art in the shower and thy brother turns on the tap in the kitchen on bitter cold water, and thou art wash'd in a stream of hot water?" Laughter was heard in the audience, Bert looked embarrassed when I looked at him a little angry, recalling the situation from our own childhood. "Doth thee knoweth the situation whither thou art burn'd out of the water and in a second findeth yourself in the kitchen, to the astonishment of thy brother - and yours, and art thee embarrass'd yond thou art nak'd and dripping with soap and water?" Some of the audience laughed, some of them responded with "What?", I smiled at the image of the situation and said to Bert "Sure, in fantasy stories..." Bert responded "Wait." "Doth thee knoweth the situation whither the bully in the classroom wanteth to hitteth thee and thee runneth hence, but as lief as he almost catches up with thee - thee findeth yourself in thy cubiculo, trying to pray pardon me to thy parents yond thee didst not runneth hence from school and aye, thee forsooth intend to wend thither?" "Does he try to say-" I started, "Wait", interrupted me Bert. "Doth thee knoweth the situation whither thee did forget the tuna and hard-boil'd egg sandwich yond thy father madeth and thou art very fill'd with pangs of hunger, but thee doth not has't chinks to buyeth aught to consume," voices of agreement rose in the audience along with anticipation, "within a moment thee arrive at thy kitchen and engluts the sandwich, did accompany by a cuppeth of cocoa with Athaea officinalis. Then thee returneth to school a few minutes ere the end of the breaketh?" "Come on!" cried someone in the audience. Ari-Paz smiled, and disappeared. "Athaea officinalis?" I wondered, and Bert responded, "Marshmallow, oh Ernie! i've did check t ere!" "Oh Bert, you speak almost as a Shakespearean!" I responded with a smile. Five minutes later, murmurs were heard in the audience, and when I began wondering what was going on here and what would happen to the jacket, Ari-Paz's voice came from the direction of the entrance to the club, "Shalt either Statler 'r Waldorf, bringeth me mine own doublet?" I looked at Bert who looked at me and our faces moved towards the entrance, where we saw Ari-Paz smiling smugly. I was about to get up and bring Ari-Paz the doublet in question, when he appeared on stage, put it on and examined the audience. Then he smiled and said "I've been Awesome" - and disappeared again. As I've searched, I haven't found anyone by the name "Ari-Paz Goldman" I've used this English to Shakespearean translator for Ari-Paz lingo. Image by Pierre Rosa from Pixabay If I could teleport, I'd still be late Would you buy such mobile case? 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אחרי הפוגה

אחרי הפוגה

מתוך "מחשב מסלול מחדש" לְעִתִּים אַחֲרֵי הֲפוּגָה אֲרֻכָּה בִּכְתִיבָה
יֵשׁ לְךָ מֵעֵין חֲסִימָה בַּהַשְׁרָאָה
צָרִיךְ לִמְצֹא רַעֲיוֹנוֹת
וּמוֹטִיבַצְיָה לְנַסּוֹת. אֶפְשָׁר לָשֶׁבֶת וְלִרְשֹׁם,
אַף שֶׁבַּתְּחִלָּה נוֹצְרִים
כָּל מִינֵי מִשְׁפָּטִים קְצָרִים לְאַט לְאַט מִתְרַגֵּל אַתָּה לַמִּלִּים
כּוֹתֵב עִם כַּמָּה שֶׁפָּחוֹת תִּקּוּנִים וְאָז נוֹצָרִים שִׁירִים קְצָרִים
וְאַף שִׁירִים אֲרֻכִּים יוֹתֵר -
וְסִפּוּרִים עִם גָּוֶן אַחֵר
מַתְחִילִים לִזְרֹם לָהֶם
כְּשֶׁאֶת הַחֲסִימָה מַחֲלִיפָה
חֶדְוַת הַיְּצִירָה לְעִתִּים אַחֲרֵי הֲפוּגָה אֲרֻכָּה בַּעֲבוֹדָה
נוֹצֶרֶת מֵעֵין שִׁגְּרָה חֲדָשָׁה
שֶׁל לְהַעֲבִיר אֶת הַזְּמַן בַּעֲשִׂיָּה
שֶׁל כָּל מִינֵי דְּבָרִים קְטַנִּים
וּפַחַד לְהַתְחִיל הַכֹּל מֵחָדָשׁ
וּבְעִקָּר הַעֲבָרַת הַזְּמַן הַחוֹלֵף אָז בְּתוֹכְךָ מִתְגַּלֶּה הָרָצוֹן
וְאֵלָיו מִתְלַוִּים נְחִישׁוּת וְתִקְוָה
לִיצֹר עָתִיד טוֹב יוֹתֵר
לְךָ וְגַם לְאַחַר הַחִפּוּשׂ נַעֲשָׂה קַל וְאִינְטֶנְסִיבִי יוֹתֵר
כְּשֶׁאַתָּה מַמְשִׁיךְ בְּעִקְבוֹת מַטְּרוֹתֶיךָ
וּמַמְשִׁיךְ לִיצֹר אֶת דַּרְכְּךָ פורסם בדצמבר 2002 Image by Mystic Art Design from Pixabay

כמו מחסום שנפרץ

כמו מחסום שנפרץ

מתוך "מחשב מסלול מחדש" מַשֶּׁהוּ נִפְתַּח בִּי
כְּמוֹ מַחְסוֹם שֶׁנִּפְרַץ
בְּגַלִּים גְּבוֹהִים שֶׁל אַהֲבָה וּכְמִיהָה
כְּשֶׁעָמַדְתִּי לְיַד הָאִישׁ שֶׁעָשָׂה
לְאִמִּי עִסּוּי בַּגַּב כְּשֶׁהֵבַנְתִּי שֶׁבְּעָצְמַת רִגְשׁוֹתַי חַשְׁתִּי
הֶחְלַטְתִּי שֶׁלֹּא אֲסַגֵּר וְכָעֵת חָשׁ אֲנִי בִּכְמִיהָה וְתִקְוָה
וְגַם עֶצֶב עָמֹק שֶׁנָּהַגְתִּי לְהַסְווֹת
מִין תְּחוּשָׁה שֶׁל חִפּוּשׂ, שֶׁל הַעֲרָכַת מַצָּב
בְּחִינָה שֶׁל עַצְמִי מֵחָדָשׁ בְּחֲשָׁשׁ
מִבְּלִי לְנַסּוֹת לְהַסְווֹת וּלְהַסְתִּיר
אוֹ אֶת הַמַּצָּב מִבַּחוּץ לְיַפּוֹת אֲנִי מַבִּיט בְּעַצְמִי
בְּלִי עֲבוֹדָה, בְּלִי חָבֵר
נִפְתַּח לְאִטִּי לְעַצְמִי וּלְאַחֵר
מְנַסֶּה לִכְתֹּב לְהִתְחַבֵּר לָאֱמֶת
הַפְּנִימִית וְלָאַהֲבָה לְגַלּוֹת אֶת דַּרְכִּי, לֹא לְהִתָּקַע
הַדְּרִיכָה בְּמָקוֹם מְסֻכֶּנֶת כּוֹתֵב מִלִּים שֶׁמִּתְחַבְּרוֹת בֵּינֵיהֶן
בְּלִי לְחַשֵּׁב אֶת כִּוּוּן הַכְּתִיבָה מְקַוֶּה שֶׁאוּכַל לַעֲמֹד בְּעַצְמִי
וְלָלֶכֶת בַּדֶּרֶךְ שֶׁלִּי
מִתְעַקֵּשׁ לְהַמְשִׁיךְ וְלֹא לְוַתֵּר
כָּךְ סְתָם וְלַעֲסֹק בְּמַשֶּׁהוּ אַחֵר
כְּמוֹ מִשְׂחָק בַּמַּחְשֵׁב אוֹ חִפּוּשׂ תְּמוּנוֹת
וּסְתָם לְהַעֲבִיר אֶת הַזְּמַן בְּזוּטוֹת לְהַמְשִׁיךְ וְלִרְשֹׁם כְּמוֹ לִרְכֹּב עַל הַגַּל
וְלִרְאוֹת עַד כַּמָּה אֲנִי מְסֻגָּל
לְהִתְמַקֵּד וְלִפְרֹק מֵעָלַי הַמִּטְעָן
שֶׁסָּגַרְתִּי בְּתוֹךְ עַצְמִי כְּבָר מִזְּמַן פורסם - דצמבר 2002, נערך - מאי 2021 Image by StockSnap from Pixabay

פשוט להתקרב?

פשוט להתקרב?

מתוך "התראה עצמך עם חבר?" יֵשׁ אֲנָשִׁים הַנִּרְתָּעִים מִקִּרְבָה
פּוֹחֲדִים מִגִּלּוּי שֶׁל יְדִידוּת
אוֹמְרִים "הֲבֵן, אֲנִי לֹא כָּזֶה!"
אוֹ אֲפִלּוּ מִתְרַגְּזִים. אֵיךְ לוֹמַר, שֶׁלֹּא בְּזֶה הָעִנְיָן,
שֶׁאֲנִי רוֹצֶה פָּשׁוּט לְהַכִּיר. אוּלַי כְּדַאי
בִּמְקוֹם לְהַבִּיט מֵרָחוֹק
פָּשׁוּט
לְהִתְקָרֵב... לוּ רַק הָיָה זֶה פָּשׁוּט. פורסם בדצמבר 2002. נערך במאי 2021 Image by creisi from Pixabay

לפעמים כל מה שאני רוצה

לפעמים כל מה שאני רוצה

מתוך "התראה עצמך עם חבר?" לִפְעָמִים אֲנִי רוֹצֶה לִרְשֹׁם חֲוָיוֹת שֶׁלִּי
עַל הַנְּיָר (אוֹ בַּמַּחְשֵׁב, בְּעֶצֶם)
כִּי קוֹרִים לִי כָּל מִינֵי דְּבָרִים מְעַנְיְנִים לִפְעָמִים כָּל שֶׁאֲנִי רוֹצֶה בְּאוֹתוֹ רֶגַע
הוּא לִסְגֹּר אֶת הַכֹּל
וְלִשְׁכַּב בַּמִּטָּה
לְבַד אֲבָל לְאַט, לְאַט
וּבְהַדְרָגָה
אֲנִי לוֹמֵד וּמְגַלֶּה שֶׁאֲנִי
מְחַפֵּשׂ
מִישֶׁהוּ
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מחכה לך

מחכה לך

מתוך "התראה עצמך עם חבר?" הַתּוּכַל לִרְאוֹת עַצְמְךָ בְּבֵיתְךָ
יוֹשֵׁב בִּשְׁעַת עֶרֶב, מַבִּיט בַּשְּׁקִיעָה? הַתּוּכַל לִשְׁמֹעַ פְּסִיעוֹת בַּשְּׁבִיל
הַמִּתְקָרְבוֹת אֶל דִּירָתְךָ? הַתּוּכַל לִשְׁמֹעַ נְקִישׁוֹת בַּדֶּלֶת
בְּמִקְצָב שֶׁכֹּה מֻכָּר לְךָ? הַתּוּכַל לְהָרִיחַ רֵיחַ פְּרִיחַת הַתַּפּוּז
אֲשֶׁר נִשָּׂא בָּאֲוִיר וְעוֹלֶה בְּאַפְּךָ? הַתּוּכַל לָחוּשׁ בַּנְּשִׁימוֹת הָעֲדִינוֹת
אֲשֶׁר כְּמוֹ מְלַטְּפוֹת אֶת גּוּפְךָ? הַתּוּכַל לִרְאוֹת אֶת הַפָּנִים הַמְּחַיְּכוֹת
שֶׁל הָאָדָם שֶׁכֹּה יָקָר לְךָ? אָז הִתְעוֹרֵר נָא, כִּי מַמְתִּין אֲהוּבְךָ... Photo by Marius Venter from Pexels

ביקשתי סיכוי

ביקשתי סיכוי

מתוך "התראה עצמך עם חבר?" בִּקַּשְׁתִּי סִכּוּי
לִחְיוֹת חַיִּים יוֹתֵר שְׁלֵוִים
יוֹתֵר נְעִימִים וְאוֹהֲבִים לֹא לִהְיוֹת שָׁקוּעַ בֶּעָבָר
לֹא לִהְיוֹת מְקֻרְקָע לָקוּם כָּל בֹּקֶר עִם חִיּוּךְ
תִּקְוָה וְאַהֲבָה לִהְיוֹת עִם מִישֶׁהוּ שֶׁיּוֹדֵעַ לְהַקְשִׁיב
וְגַם לְעוֹדֵד בְּמִלָּה טוֹבָה
שֶׁאוּכַל לָחוּשׁ בְּאַהֲבָתוֹ גַּם מִמֶּרְחָק הַסִּימָנִים יוֹתֵר וְיוֹתֵר אוֹמְרִים לִי
שֶׁאָכֵן בִּקַּשְׁתִּי, אוֹתְךָ פורסם: 09/12/2002 Photo by Ketut Subiyanto from Pexels