M<\/span>ester utca 42*<\/span><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n <\/font><\/span><\/p>\n My green house is in ruins. As such,<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n Remembered, never mind:<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n It won’t amount to <\/span>much.<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n <\/font><\/span><\/p>\n Not a heavy loss:<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n You’ll find another:<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n A grave, still greener.<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n Moss grows on it, and grass.<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n <\/font><\/span><\/p>\n <\/font><\/span><\/p>\n *In Hungary, Budapest. We lived there, but left for a yellow-starred slum. My late grandmother's. Should have inherited it, but got instead 72 shekel as recompensation for its being appropriated by the state and before its undergoing demolition.<\/span><\/span> <\/span><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n <\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n On the bus<\/font><\/span><\/em><\/strong><\/span> <\/font><\/span><\/p>\n Moshe Ganan is now 78 years old and feels he is born every day anew. He was born in Budapest, came to Israel 1947 (through Germany, U.N.R.RA. camps, Cyprus). Fought in the Palmach. He studied for his B.A at the Hebrew University, English Department, for his M.A. in Hebrew Literature and German Literature (1996-2006). He has two children, a boy (30) and a girl, (25). He has written nine books and publishes poetry, short stories, critiques in many Hebrew Literary newspapers.<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n <\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n <\/font><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Cyclamens and Swords Publishing April 2010 Newsletter Mester utca 42* My green house is in ruins. As such, Remembered, never mind: It won’t amount to much. Not a heavy loss: You’ll find another: A grave, still greener. Moss grows on it, and grass. *In Hungary, Budapest. …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3002,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[5],"tags":[],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/240\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/577"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/240\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/240\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/240\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3002"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/240\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=577"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/240\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/577\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/240\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=577"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/240\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=577"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/240\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=577"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\nThe motor, the loose windows in their frames
\nThe noise of the street, the murmuring voices,
\nAll the turbulent phenomenon of the noisy street
\nContribute to create this spherical
\nmusic, music of no Place or Time.
\nThe mind floats amid colorful rags of memories,
\nAmidst the waves, moved by the winds,
\nCatching some strolling-by ideas from the
\nFoam and froth,
\nTrying to rearrange them between unfixed
\nPoints of time,
\nTrying to appoint them a point of departure
\nA point of destination.
\nAn outcast from the warm inside
\nOf the mellifluous, soporific womb of the bus
\nYou step down the stairs and meet the rushing
\nSolid good reality of the earth,
\nRising towards you, (and, for a last and lost minute
\n– While stepping down, your head is still far above -)
\nThe land springs towards your seven-mile-jumping-boot
\nAnd the people with their everyday faces
\nCome and go and you mingle in the crowd
\nDisappearing
\nBetween them on the hard pavement of solid
\nnonbeing<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n<\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a>Moshe Ganan<\/font><\/span><\/h3>\n
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