I was wondering what should be the language of this blog.
My poems are always written in English. My mother tongue is Hebrew and I hail form Tel-Aviv (an unfortunate mistake, some say). But it would be silly to write in Hebrew. Let's go international.
Originally I wanted an online place for my poems. For they to sit and be read, be critisised. But I couldn't find free domains that seemed relevant. So we're back to Google. Surprise, surprise.
This "blog" will aim to provide me with a legitimate space for my poetry. That doesn't mean I'll just throw in some works. Thoughts, experiences, emotions, experiments, other artists, I'll blend it all and see where it goes.
Today I've done some cleaning in my computer, and also backups. Of course that brought me to the "Poetry" folder. Was a bit dusty, the cutie.
I read through some of my stuff. Old, Older.
It's funny. The folder is divided into sub-folders, "2007"-"2012". As the years pass, less poems inhabit each folder. Yes, you can say that's quality over quantity, and it would be correct, but at a certain point it's lack of...something.
Anyway, it got me all poetic, well, more nostalgic than poetic, but that also worked, and I managed to write a bit. Hooray!
Nothing too exciting. Definitely not one of my best, but still.
Who the Fuck is
Jenny:
I stroll upon lines of
a parallel life
as though my own has a
minimal meaning.
I've prescribed for
myself
a narcissistic blend
of simple words.
Behind my closed eyes
she breathes like fire
on frozen wood.
I sink into moments that I don't have
with her.
She's probably not even real,
just flesh and bones.
