I may be moving to Paris to pursue my poetry career.
January 2021 unless I get a teaching job in Nunavut
I’m sorry I failed you and yours.
But I always believed in no sell-out and bad grammar.
I miss you and your lack of scent like you were a dead body never meant for a grave.
Live forever.
Last week Rebber Shane took me to shul to speak about their belief Golem wandered through Palestine and they say as long as there is evil the golem with walk the earth. I argue that the golum is a myth. They say He is a legend waiting for his time.
“What about Dachau? The Jews never said Golem was human. Clay. Gavra. גולם. Where was Yosselethen?”
One had the courage to say,”מְעִילָה”
I said, “Not sacrilege. Truth. and there is only one truth.”
“And what is that?”
“That there is no truth other than what we find in wine.”
Rebbe Shane said, “In vino veritas.”
We left the Shul and he said, “Sometimes you are a shegutz arseloch.”
“Fuck em if they can’t take a joke.”
“Or a glass of wine. In vino veritas.”
“And the Golem drinks with us tonight.”
“And all our ghosts.”
An angel of death always thirsts for wine after blood.
Even if he is made of clay.