Eli Spivakovsky

Jerusalem
there are crystals coming out of the sky
the same shape as honeycomb
there's an electro-trance band playing
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Your Pacific urges,
crack through old technology
marine-drenched cables
and the international telephonic corridors
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Dudaim, they're Biblical:

‘Violets' or ‘Mandrakes'.
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Ice ribbons around icebergs: a calendar to date it with
and star-tipped
and snow-capped
and split clouds of cumulonimbus
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I found it in my bag,
rolled up with a pink ribbon tied around it
as if it were a gift.
There, in my hotel room
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The azure blue snows! " says Rimbaud "how it dazzles! "
I see it now too like blue diamonds falling from the sky
sparkling and like stars that are souped in shimmer
they fall over us
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1. Around the time there was boys, there was My Bloody Valentine
listening to them in my mother's car with sister Claire
and going to the boulevard of sparkling trees
further even
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He gives his answer before the question
He relaxes with a pina colada
the weight of the glass in his hand
It makes him want to put time on the glass
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From out of the shivering, black forest
comes a man playing barrel organ
young Jascha feels the music go through his sinew
into his bloodstream
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"Let me consult the flowers", says Einstein to himself
He looks for Mercury's orbit in the pattern of the petals
elliptical as he had theorised, as if he could pin it to the sky
and watch it hover around the Sun in a perihelion.
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Stars are scissored out of the sky and replaced by human jewelery
A bridge in Israel is filled with firecracker smoke.
Another bridge is filled with grafitti and I want to add some initials,
but you stop me and I'm glad, but I want so much to leave behind something, I'm leaving so much when I descend looking out of the plane window and I see the peace everyone wants.
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I once met a Russian Orthodox monk
Near the Pavillion in Jerusalem.
I asked him if I could take his picture.
He said, "No pictures" with the accent giving him away
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I was at the Hospital when I saw a man and thought he was an angel so I followed him. His face possessed an understated gentleness similar to the one used to depict trustworthy adults in picture books. It was as if the part of the world that had shrunk as I got older was suddenly at its original size again and all the things that inhabited it were no longer hidden from it. When something like that rushes back to you, you don't let it out of your sight.

He took the stairs not the lift so I saw him ascending. We arrived quite quickly as if every step increased our presence. I followed him through many doors and not for a second was I worried that he was taking me the wrong way or that someone would mind that I came into their place without a nurse's badge or a doctor's badge or a cleaner's badge to justify my being there.
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White horse

green horse
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Here I am listening to the music you sent me. And you are very far away from me and I will never see you, let alone see you again. If you said, 'Meet me in Antarctica.' I would have taken a boat, brought an anorak, a camera, a little prayer book, a change of underwear, and one red balloon (in honour of the film) . And I would have made sure that my boat would meet your boat while Icebergs shatter in the distance and little shavings of ice were floating around us. Then I would throw all my stuff in your boat and climb over myself. I would tell you a beautiful secret, but from a middle-distance it would just look like I was blowing a cloud into your ear. After that I'm not sure. Maybe we would follow whales together. Maybe we would try to find a bit of moss growing on the warmest parts of Antarctica.

What have we got in common? I thought because our hearts are engineered the same way that they would hold the same amount. And you know, they say the heart can actually remember things. That's why when someone has a heart-transplant the recipient can takeon the personality of the donor. So, you see, my heart remembers you. There's a little bit of you in my heart and vice versa. Seeing you is like smelling a beautiful perfume that reminds you of the frangipanis in Hawaii when you were a child.
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When the light comes on
it will be luminous
the ballerinas are burning their shoes.
One thinks of Jehanne D'Arc
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Speak to me without speaking.
I hear your voice in my mind
and the airplane is ascending
and so my soul returns.
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