{"id":361,"date":"2021-01-12T04:13:14","date_gmt":"2021-01-11T22:13:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chintasutra.com\/english\/?p=361"},"modified":"2021-01-12T04:28:17","modified_gmt":"2021-01-11T22:28:17","slug":"such-a-therapist-and-others","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/chintasutra.com\/english\/such-a-therapist-and-others\/","title":{"rendered":"Such a therapist And Others"},"content":{"rendered":"

Dear poem
\n<\/strong><\/span>I offered congratulations from this morning to tomorrow
\neven though I was corrected regarding the date of birth.
\nHow do I explain that a person
\nhas no idea when
\nhe will end his life this time around?<\/p>\n

I write to my mother my love for her
\nin the most unexpected moments
\nof tribute<\/p>\n

how will I explain that perhaps it is the penultimate
\ngreeting of a daughter to her mother before the present
\ncuts
\nthe latter and not the resurrected midwife
\nfrom the year 80
\nthe umbilical cord between me
\nand her placenta and not to give birth
\nto me again? but to kill.<\/p>\n

I look at my father and cry for another
\ntwenty years or so
\nthat he will not be here
\nI was ahead of the artist to “grow and sanctify her great name”
\nin the Kaddish prayer in the twilight hour in Sacker Park.
\nI shed a tear.<\/p>\n

If you live in consciousness as I wrote
\n“God does not pass over life from man, as he does not
\npass over death.”<\/p>\n

You are the most miserable person there is, with such insight
\nyou do not enjoy a single piece of bread and no
\ndrink.
\nYou are dead.<\/p>\n

Exclusivity
\n<\/strong><\/span>From the leafs of Paris
\nwere born chansons made for \u00c9dith Piaf<\/p>\n

Only there it is possible to write a chanson “Life in Pink”
\nand always simultaneously wear a black dress with wide cleavage<\/p>\n

When the legend died at the age of forty-
\nseven years of
\na French chanson that was in the cabarets and music-hall of the Right Bank in Paris and especially in the<\/p>\n

Montmartre district<\/p>\n

with the 26-year-old lover
\nshe left at her death.<\/p>\n

Only in Oslo do works of art take on importance as dowries of great value transferred for bodily use and not for the purposes of marriage.<\/p>\n

Like the sculptor Vigeland,
\nwho posthumously bequeathed his statues to the Oslo municipality
\nin its possession
\nso they will be open to the public
\nin Fronger Park, in
\na 30-hectare
\npublic park.<\/p>\n

Like him,
\nthe painter Edvard Munch after he died in 1944 at the age of eighty-one, near the city of Oslo, bequeathed his entire large estate, which included more than 1000 paintings and thousands of engravings
\nand drawings
\nto the city of Oslo.<\/p>\n

To that end
\nonly there do they build recognition on the names of
\nsolitary and tormented artists
\nand add an honorary title to them before the name, and not casually.<\/p>\n

Only from the Jerusalem stones the old does not wear
\na new character that preserves a 4,000-year history<\/p>\n

Only in Jerusalem are people symbols, they speak symbolically
\nwalk and meet in symbolic
\npaths
\nOnly in Jerusalem
\nwhen the mind weakens, the people
\nthink that the sun and the Spirit, the sky that leans on them, are all
\nbut symbols that need
\nperusing the only city1 in the world where the right to choose is granted, even to the de ad
\nonly from
\nit2 was born someone like me.<\/p>\n

1. Borrowed from AB Yehoshua
\n2. Borrowed form Yehuda<\/p>\n

Such a therapist
\n<\/strong><\/span>I play games in my mind \u2013 behind papers never
\nWritten about the tired person I am \u2013<\/p>\n

She\u2019s trying to praise my grief
\nOn papers gone to early retirement
\nOn shelves of book stores
\nWhere the bourgeois are the first clients to borrow
\nThe fairy tale that\u2019s posted in Friday\u2019s edition of a
\nLeftist Magazine<\/p>\n

She\u2019s trying to decorate me with
\nA lower analogy of R.I.P. poets
\nWho produced the best comedies
\nOf their life
\nBy blank papers and faked orgasm
\nAnd ending
\nAs their own hangmen<\/p>\n

But She, She must be warned! It\u2019s a static position!<\/p>\n

\u00ab A woman who gets lost,
\nLost
\nIn translation \u00bb
\nWill never be tested twice
\nNot in this scenario<\/p>\n

[Tali Cohen Shabtai, is a poet, she was born in Jerusalem, Israel. She began writing poetry at the age of six, she had been an excellent student of literature. She began her writings by publishing her impressions in the school\u2019s newspaper. First of all she published her poetry in a prestigious literary magazine of Israel \u2018Moznayim\u2019 when she was fifteen years old.<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Tali has written three poetry books: “Purple Diluted in a Black\u2019s Thick”, (bilingual 2007), “Protest” (bilingual 2012) and “Nine Years From You” (2018).<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Tali\u2019s poems expresses spiritual and physical exile. She is studying her exile and freedom paradox, her cosmopolitan vision is very obvious in her writings. She lived some years in Oslo Norway and in the U.S.A. She is very prominent as a poet with a special lyric, “she doesn\u2019t give herself easily, but subject to her own rules”.<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Tali studied at the “David Yellin College of Education” for a bachelor’s degree. She is a member of the Hebrew Writers Association and the Israeli Writers Association in the state of Israel.<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

In 2014, Cohen Shabtai also participated in a Norwegian documentary about poets’ lives called “The Last Bohemian”- “Den Siste Bohemien”,and screened in the cinema in Scandinavia.<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

By 2020, her fourth book of poetry will be published which will also be published in Norway. Her literary works have been translated into many languages as well.]<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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