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Keep It Simple Sweetheart

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May 27, Tuesday, -between Arad and Shoham
Re-edited on May 27, 2013, at Arad

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After I inserted this glorious image, I left the computer and walked to the pool and at its entry passed this spot again.
There was not a trace of this flower - as if it had bloomed there yesterday only for my eyes and heart to see it...

Seeing these magnificent tipuana tipu trees again, whenever I go to the pool,
I remember that specific perspective of my life 2 days ago.
And now I discern this "mikhnaf" tree - in ever so many places,
and I'm always tempted to take another picture from yet another perspective.

Beersheva!

I get off the bus near the "BIG" center, to fetch my repaired cellphone

Livnat, the woman who served me this time, said, that I didn't have to pay anything. The posters behind her: "Future The Third Generation of Orange - an experience which you never knew!" What I found special in both posters, was the artist's principle of showing a situation as a movie in slow motion, which is just what I do on K.i.s.s.-log

And, of course, the promise (!) in the content of these slogans and images
hits the deepest yearning of humans for Excitement and Full-Fill-ment,
the "Conditions for Heaven on Earth in Body".

explore   future   an experience you never knew       But the couple on the poster below, do their faces express Excitement? Full-Fill-ment? even "Love"?

Since I have a few minutes to drink a cup of coffee-for-free, before again burdening myself with my backpack (see tomorrow) and tracing my steps to the train-station, I sit in a corner and watch the architecture of the "Orange" space, similar to the one at "Orange" outside Modi'in in February.

I also enjoy the intermingling of Jewish folks and Bedouin families (even though husband and wife look in opposite directions..) and young Muslim girls (whom I didn't dare to photograph), who nowadays are all veiled, but succeed in dressing attractively nonetheless.

I approach the train-station - not as usually from the side of the bus-station - but from the other side.
There - in the entry to a "cheap market" I see a scene which reminds me of Africa as I savored it on May 22

This is were the train paused - against schedule - and while remembering my tent-sowing in this area 7 years ago, I observed the graveyard, intimately situated between the trees. When I took a picture I discerned, that everything in front of me on the table in the train was reflected in the photo, taken through double glass-panes: mainly the book of Franz Rosenzweig's Letters to Gritli, which - because of their bulky format - I keep reading mainly in the train, though today this added to the burden more than I was pleased with. But the reward was this image! While the train began to move again, I managed to take an even clearer, more mystical picture! see mainly from August 5 onward

Immanuel, who had fetched Tomer from his mother's in Tel-Aviv - and Mika from kindergarden at Shoham, returned once more to the airport, to fetch Tomer's tickets for the flight tonight, and to fetch me from the airport train-station. At home there was a moment, when I perceived this composition! They were watching the movie, Immanuel had made during the Lag-ba-Omer bonfire, [see about the "Omer"] which Efrat with other parents of the kids in kindergarden had organized. Tomer turned away and ruined my picture twice, until I said to him: "Can't you see, that it's not your photo I'm interested in, I have hundreds of good photos of you. It is the situation , the composition, I want to document." "But why should I be in there?" I don't know if he played dumb or was dumb in that moment: "Because you are part of the composition, part of the situation!" So I gave it another try, but since he stood apart, it wasn't what I had wanted!

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Keep It Simple Sweetheart
K.I.S.S. - L O G    2 0 0 8

From the movie about the time of Cholera in Hongkong (1949)
Wellington, who takes Kora for a walk,
in order to take her out of her bubble;
"In diesem Hause ist jemand gestorben,
die Papierspielsachen soll der Tote mit in den Himmel nehmen
dieser muss sehr viele Freunde gehabt haben,
denn er hat viele Geschenke mitgekriegt,
mit dem Zeug soll er sich da oben die Langeweile vertreiben."

Kora (the bored wife of the doctor who came to fight the cholera)
“Da muss es ja fuer den Papierhandel jetzt grosse Konjunktur geben.
oder benutzt man dafuer immer dieselben Sachen”
“Nein die verbrennt man bei der Beerdigung”.

Finally Kora does bother to enter the hospital and lets herself be touched.
She tells this her husband,   but   no  response  comes   from   him.
‘Willst du nicht sagen: so-so, oder aha, oder interessant”
Walter: “Ich bin nicht auf die Idee gekommen,
dass solch eine Bemerkung sehr aufschlussreich sein koennte.”

“Wenn die Menschen nur sprechen wuerden,
wenn sie etwas Aufschlussreiches zu sagen haben,
dann wuerden sie nicht oft sprechen, fuerchte ich.”

From “the new Language of Heaven”:

"As you become more awake and aware,

you begin to tune in to Heaven

through the subtle nuances and additional meanings

of the words you speak and hear.

"Whenever a word is used,

all of its meanings are communicated.

Of course, most often people have been consciously aware

of only one or two of the meanings implicit in a word.

However, all of a word's meanings have impact,

and often those meanings taken in unconsciously
have the most impact."

2013-01-03 + 2013-05-27

We had been knowing each other for 28 years!
The sign, that our joining together for "Driving in Abraham's bus-steps" , was,
that we opened the Bible blindly and received the verse;
"For it's Ya'acov whom Yah chose" , see my song
and now he claimed, to never have heard the story,
which is one of the most nourishing biblical metaphors for me,
see the pages "Ya'aqov wrestling with himself".
And "of course" he did not remember,
that I had created that song for his birthday
"ve-yivvater Ya'acov levado" (see 2012 songs Nr. 3)
He had never reacted to this gift,
and when I - much later - asked him, why, he said:
"I'm not used to it that someone does something like that for me!"
This meant, that he simply didn't take my gift seriously,
he simply could not accept it.
He more and more reminded me of a scene,
which I had seen in the early eighties in a movie about
Henry de Toulouse Lautrec, the artist, who was dwarfed by a disease:
I recall that woman in his room: she loved him.
But he screamed at her, didn't believe her,
was so triggered, that he went out of his mind in rage
and fell backward down the staircase and was dead.
[That's how I've remembered the scene for 30 years,
though in the movie ("Moulin Rouge" 1952),
which I now (May 2013) suddenly detected online
it's a bit more complex., [compare also Wikipedia's biography of Lautrec]

I reach the scene with the woman "Mirjam"[jump to the movie-time 104:00]:
She is grieved that Henry seems to convey that he does not love her,
and he commands her: "so pleace give your devoted monkey his hat!"
"Don't call yourself that", she screams in anguish,
but when she gives him his hat and asks,
if he will be at a certain place the next day,
he says in the most cynical voice:
"You can count on me that I will perform faithfully
as long as it pleases you to keep my soul in torment."

Hating himself so much, he could not believe nor accept,
that Mirjam loved him.
And though Ya'acov did not escape into alcoholism and die at the age of 36,
and though he (with my help) DID marry
and even [with the help of modern technology] fathered twins,
the pain and shame - unconceivable by "normal" humans -
needed, yes needed! to be repressed so much,
that there was no space in the feeling-center - for loving and being loved.

Even now I feel pained and deeply shocked ,
that there could be such an abyss
between two people who wanted to communicate....

Today - May 27, 2012 - is also Pentecost.
I quote from The New Testament, Acts chapter 2:

When the day of Pentecost arrived, they were all together in one place.
And suddenly there came from heaven a sound like a mighty rushing wind,
and it filled the entire house where they were sitting
And divided tongues as of fire appeared to them and rested on each one of them.
And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit
and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit gave them utterance.

Now there were dwelling in Jerusalem Jews,
devout men from every nation under heaven.
And at this sound the multitude came together, and they were bewildered,
because each one was hearing them speak
in his own language.
And they were amazed and astonished, saying,
“Are not all these who are speaking Galileans?
And how is it
that we hear, each of us in his own native language?
Parthians and Medes and Elamites
and residents of Mesopotamia, Judea and Cappadocia,
Pontus and Asia,
Phrygia and Pamphylia,
Egypt and the parts of Libya belonging to Cyrene,
and visitors from Rome,
both Jews and proselytes,
Cretans and Arabians—
we hear them telling in our own tongues the mighty works of God.”

And all were amazed and perplexed, saying to one another,
“What does this mean?”
But others mocking said, “They are filled with new wine!"

My first prayer
after having learnt the story of Babel
at the age of 8:
that all people may talk again one language.
I pleaded with God to forget about his curse,
while kneeling in my bed,
after my siblings had fallen asleep and could not see and mock me,
evening after evening for at least half a year.

How is it, that Ronnit leans on a psychologist of language, Laqueur?