Sunday, November 15, 2020

Drinking With Golem

Facing the New Year.

I may be moving to Paris to pursue my poetry career,

Unless I get a teaching job in Nunavut

An Arctic Capitol.

My belief in no commercial sell-out and bad grammar and worst typing skill

Has achieved defectum sin laude

Or failure without praise

Leading to exile from a room without scent

Like a dead body never meant for a grave.

No one lives forever.

Some don't live at all.

Last week Rebbe Shane spoke about the Golem at his shul.

I didn't understand a word of Hebrew,

After his lecture the rebbe explained that Adam was also created from mud.

I remembered the legend of Judah Loew ben Bezalel, the late 16th century rabbi of Prague, and said, "It is all a myth."

One of his taktil took offense.

"Golem is a legend waiting for his time and as long as there is evil the Golem will walk the earth."

"What about Dachau?

"גולם. Where was Yosselethen?"

One of his students One 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 his disciples and he said, "Sometimes you are a shegutz arseloch."

"Fuck em if they can't take a joke."

"No poems can please for long or live that are written by water drinkers."

Horace."

"Rechtig."

"And the Golem drinks with us tonight."

"And all our ghosts."

He will be a quiet friend."

Dank Himmel for that.

I was doomed to drink Kosher wine, but after a few glasses even yayin kacher tasted good and even

An angel of death always thirsts for wine after blood.

Especially if he is made of clay.

As the Inuit say in Nunvut.

Inuuhiqatsiaq.

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