No More Michael, No More Brick. Poem by Liza Sud

No More Michael, No More Brick.

Rating: 5.0

No more Michael, no more Brick.
I got punishment for it -
trinities on both sides-
black-red blots on knees remind:

No more Michael, no more Brick.
Was forbidden by my priest,
and I still was reading them -
with two books from top I fell.

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Больше нет ни Лайтмана, ни Брика.
я теперь наказана за них:
красно-черных ран следы - по три их
на колленях - с каждой стороны.

Больше нет ни Лайтмана, ни Брика.
Мне давно священник запретил,
а я все читала, и вот с книга-
ми двумя - упала с высоты.

Sunday, November 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fear
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 06 November 2016

It appears Laitman and I have the same fate after all. I thought he had eclipsed me in your estimation. Which didn't bother me: he is a master and a scholar, I'm just a poet of minor achievement - but sincere. And sincerity characterized my relationship with you. But there have been from the beginning in Oct.2015, larger forces at work than our good will, sincerity, (Oh, why not say it - simply?) my love for you. And if a priest has intervened, if you are feeling supernatural fear, if you feel you are being divinely punished, I must step aside. Am I right? It's so ironical: I find so much common ground with you, and yet I acknowledge our differences, I waited patiently through some intense moments of crisis we - and just a few days ago was one of the most serious - and I felt despair at those times but I reread my poems to you and your poems to me, and felt these words do not lie, these 12 months of close communication were real, and good, and beautiful. And they will remain real and good and beautiful in my interior. But if a priest has intervened and given his counsel and judgment, I bow to his authority because that too, however painful, is real-good-beautiful. It comes from your ancestral Church which is so much larger than me, and of course Laitman too. Ironically, from my perspective, we have had a Platonic relationship, no act of sin occurred, at least not from my perspective, I feel blessed by knowing you and feel I have blessed you. (Perhaps I should not use a religious word like BLESSED. Feel free to rephrase it.) You tell me what comes next for us - total separation? occasional communication? words drained of all emotional sharing? Whatever YOU NEED from me in my behavior, I will give to you. Even if it means NO MORE LIZA, NO MORE DANIEL. There are many ways to show love, and one way is to step aside so that the one you love can flourish. That's the kind of altruistic love you put in many of your poems. So. You believe according to your religion this life is not the end of of life, and I share that belief, in my own way....

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