A poem I like:
One man’s parents gave him an old fashioned name from the Diaspora.
These days only very old, very praying Jews still go by such a name.
His friends gave him a wild name, because he grew up
To be a big brave paratrooper, raised horses
out in the world and came back to raise them in the hills of Galilee.
His parents own a shop of women’s undergarments, corsets for the stout ones,
lightweight bras and little silk panties for the lean ones.
and whoever laughs at the story of a generation gap like that,
whoever even cracks a smile, doesn’t know a thing about
wild horses or the names of the land Canaan or Diaspora names
or the hills of Galilee or women
or women’s garments, either under or over,
or the land of Israel, or the history of the people of Israel.

-Yehuda Amichia

A food I like:


Latvian Sprats