Sunday, August 06, 2006
For The Warmongers, A Poem by Yehuda Amichai
They talk about peace....a lasting peace, but only at their terms. Do they think of the victims? "KFAR GILADI, Israel, Aug. 6 -- Ten people, most of whom appeared to be Israeli reserve soldiers, were killed Sunday afternoon when a barrage of Katusha rockets fired by Hezbollah militants landed in a parking lot where the troops were gathered near this kibbutz on Israel's northernmost tip, according to witnesses at the scene."
"The Bush administration's policy of refusing to engage with nations and groups linked to terrorism, including Syria, Iran and Palestinian factions, has sharply limited U.S. maneuvering room during the war between Israel and Hezbollah, according to former administration officials and outside experts."
"A POEM THAT I WROTE IN A HIGH FEVER" You who are lengthening your lives with the best doctors and best medicines remember those who are shortening their lives with the war that you in your long lives are not preventing. You who are again screwing the younger generations and winking at each other the winking of your eyelids is like chill of the swinging shutters in an empty house. ---Yehuda Amichai (translated from Hebrew by Leon Wieseltier) |
Listening to Johann Sebastian Bach, Cantata No.131 ""Aus der Tiefen rufe ich, Herr, zu dir,"
Conductor: Philippe Herreweghe
Performer: Peter Kooy, Barbara Schlick, et al.
Orchestra: Collegium Vocale Ghent (Orchestre)
Label: EMI Records [All429]
