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To Love, To Love Me, To Love Us <\/span><\/strong> <\/p>\n <\/span>For the <\/span>Hebrew original see <\/span> Hand over hand. <\/span>(What broke out – touches.)<\/font><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/font><\/span><\/p>\n -6-<\/span><\/p>\n verging on the very centre. <\/span>Words fall between us <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n like something broken. <\/span>Listen, I love you.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n But you, having it only your way, exist, exist, exist.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n You are not being paid for this and still, <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Mr. and Mrs. Other, you stroll along the street as if <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n you’re only a name and have no navel. <\/span>I<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n act like you, repeat the movements <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n which you repeat. <\/span>Tell me, reflection – <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n I throw another stone at you – is anyone more actual than me? <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n I say sand-sea, sea-sand. <\/span>Like something <\/span><\/strong> <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n broken: a multiplication of faces, legs and hands <\/span>like something <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n that’s there. <\/span>So: enough. <\/span>Come back to me. <\/span>I’ll let you go <\/span> <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n as often as you like.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Now there’s no longer a difference between us, except this poem <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n where some sort of a world lives. <\/span>Another possibility,<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n not really different: here, you don’t leave at all. <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n You don’t stop coming for a moment. <\/span>I open<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n a mirror and turn its pages in front of what’s already<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n written. It’s what you are: sadness in front of the blue evening sky,<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n anger, insult, longing sucking the blue from your chest <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n or happiness that suddenly spills in front of the blue <\/span>of that evening sky; <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n it’s a voice which accompanies what, looking,<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n I see now or don’t see. And I see you: <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n world by world, now by now, one<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n and yet another one. <\/span>In this poem that stumbles from page <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n to page you watch and flicker between letter and letter <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n and vanish – present in every one of these apparently silent centimetres<\/span><\/strong> –<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n and don’t stop coming, and not really coming. <\/span>So enough, please, <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n don’t hide everywhere, talk to me, all of you at once. Translated from Hebrew by Helena Berg <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" To Love, To Love Me, To Love Us by Japanese composer Hashimoto Tomohisa for Amir Or's Hand over hand written for 6 guitars, 2 hommond-organs, 2 pianos, 2bass-guitar with Mezzo-Sop, in http:\/\/www.blip.tv\/file\/4698738 For the Hebrew original see "\u05d9\u05d3 \u05e2\u05dc \u05d9\u05d3" Hand over hand. (What broke out – touches.) -6- You say: to be …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3194,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[2],"tags":[],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/182\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/437"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/182\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/182\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/182\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3194"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/182\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=437"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/182\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/437\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/182\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=437"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/182\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=437"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/182\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=437"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/span><\/strong><\/em>
\n<\/span><\/strong>by Japanese composer Hashimoto Tomohisa for Amir Or's <\/span><\/strong>Hand <\/span>over <\/span>hand<\/span><\/strong><\/em> <\/span><\/strong> <\/span><\/strong>written for 6 <\/span>guitars, 2 hommond-organs, 2 pianos<\/span>, 2<\/span>bass-guitar with <\/span>Mezzo-Sop<\/span>, <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>in <\/span><\/span><\/strong>http:\/\/www.blip.tv\/file\/4698738<\/span><\/a> <\/span><\/u><\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n
\n"\u05d9\u05d3 \u05e2\u05dc \u05d9\u05d3"<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>You say: to be penetrated, to penetrate. Sea-sand, sand-sea<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n
\n<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nFrom "Poem", Dedalus publishers Dublin, 2004<\/font><\/p>\n
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