A CHARM TO SOOTHE WITHDRAWAL (K. Alkalay Gut)

It is, of course, the choice of life.

That act forced upon you at birth

is now a deed of creation and joy

you can embrace, make your own.

Let this verse aid the midwife, you,

to sooth the pangs of birth,

for in this we all are, 

mother and child.

after making love (K. Alkalay Gut)

we heard

a car alarm 

 from down the street

right after making love

right after making love

and couldn’t tell

if it had been raging

the whole time

right after making love

right after making love

or was just set off 

by our resonance

Death (K. Alkalay Gut)

He's tall and wears long heavy robes

I only see - it is Death I am following

when he turns and announces my end

He reaches out for the throat

and I thrust long red fingernails

into his eyes and he is forced

to shut them so I have time to escape

How many ways(K. Alkalay Gut)

How many ways

are there, you ask,

How many ways

are there, you ask,

the tortoise who tries always

the tortoise who tries always 

to move forward even when

heavy rocks block your path. 

Every one of the women you loved

might have brought you joy

had you known how to turn from the rocks.  

But what if you went many ways

and loose the trail you should have made

But what if you went many ways

and loose the trail you should have made

moving forward even when memories 

call out your name.

Every one of the women you loved

might have brought you joy

had you known how to turn from the rocks

Sometimes only the pressure

of your head against them 

drove them to pace 

like animals in cages 

back and forth.

Flying (K. Alkalay Gut)

There she was back again in my dream,

The old queen of dance who tells me

You have to wean yourself from the floor,

From the earth, from anything beneath your feet…

Keep your head high, as if the sky

Is your highest border.  Let your arms touch

Clouds, clouds:  Push down on the tips of trees.

Believe me, she says, it will make dying easier. 

Parting (K. Alkalay Gut)

When she told me,

"I am not afraid

of dying," 

my heart

eased suddenly

for her

for me

although I knew

she might not

be telling

the truth

Long after

I understood

she only wanted 

to be left to depart

with no guilt 

for leaving  with 

no busy 

intervention

in peace


imaginary insects (K. Alkalay Gut)

On days they had arranged to meet 

he would sometimes wake from a dream 

that he had been spread with honey 

and now could not escape the flies.  

Those nights they had agreed to meet

She would immerse herself in cream

She would win him with her softness

And he'd be locked withing her thighs 

For hours after he would catch himself 

flicking them away

imaginary insects.

Why she was so hungry for his presence

was a riddle "lady' he wants to shout

'It's over can't you let it rest

It's over can't you let it rest"

For hours after he would catch himself

flicking them away

imaginary insects

SODOM (K. Alkalay Gut)

Look, look at the light

See the sky grow bright from the fire

Burning up, last night we were one

I want you to stay in my eyes

 

Oh the wildest night

Holding the men

And women of Sodom

I want to love them all

 

Look into the night

Feel the blood dry out with desire

Burning up

Tonight we are one

I want you to stay

in my arms

 

Oh the wildest night

Holding the men

And women of Sodom

I want to love them all

 

Burning up into the fire

I want to be in your arms

Oh the wildest night

Holding the men

And women of Sodom

I want toot love them all

I'm turning into salt.

Every night (K. Alkalay Gut, Yael Kraus, Noa Golandsky)

you won’t believe the things Ii did last night

again Ii couldn't fight 

my hunger for delight

the sunlight caught me in a stranger's bed

it smiled at me and said

try to forget what you just had

every night a different story every story a different night

I really wish I could be good tonight

keep bad thoughts out of sight

somebody please turn off the lights

and now Ii hear the demons at my door

they coming from the floor

I will have to give them more

every night a different story every story a different night

A different story

A different night

Thoughts (Profesional Literature)

Distract yourself from frightening thoughts

Question and test your frightening thoughts

Try to work out whether something else is making you tense

Stop focusing on your body


Spring In My Heart (Yael Krause, Noa Golansky, Barak Feldman, Roy Yarkoni)

Under the tree
the sun is climbing high 
I open up
to you my butterfly 
winds of seduction around us
leaving my seeds
under your wings

under the tree
the sun is shinning bright
colors of lust 
they tingle in my eyes
time drops falls down on my petals
leaving the wide
open fields behind
* * *
oh-bearing my life without you there
under the graceful moon
I will carry on
with the memory of your whispers 
spring in my heart 

under the tree
the bitter ending night 
I’m closing down 
On you my butterfly
Dance so the stars will remember
Fluttering light
On your last flight

oh-bearing my life without you there
under the graceful moon
I will carry on
with the memory of your whispers 
spring in my heart 

Jewish Women (K. Alkalay Gut)

they always do it

those jewish women

promise you everything

then cut off your head



wine and cheese

and all that teasing

and you can be sure

those jewish widows

know how to please



we always do it

we jewish women

cut off your head

and then celebrate



and complain

about the mess

the dirty Assyrian head

makes rolling across

their clean clean floors


Fear (Professional Literature)

"fear is very useful.
you know it prepares your body
for a fight or flight response."

Underground (Professional Literature)

"don't run away from panic.
when you feel the panic mount,
take a deep breath and,
as you breath out, let go.
keep trying.
stay there almost as if you were
floating in space.
don't fight the feeling of panic.
accept it. You can do it."

I Saw My Lady Weep (J. Dowland)

I saw my lady weep,
And Sorrow proud to be advanced so,
In those fair eyes where all perfections keep,
Her face was full of woe;
But such a woe (believe me) as wins more hearts,
Than Mirth can do with her enticing parts.

Love Soup (K. Alkalay Gut)

What if you fall
into a warm bath
of love soup
and as you lie there, sated,
the soup cools, congeals,
catches you in its clammy
vegetable grasp

Obsessions (K. Alkalay Gut)

Obsessions are easy:
loving someone who doesn't
love back. So pure.
Hitting ball after ball
into an empty court
you don't expect to return

Then it comes back
and the game becomes
complex
almost
impossible

moving, changing,
dangerous.

On This Night (K. Alkalay Gut)

On this night I dream we accompany our child
to the ritual baths, built
deep into the ground, below the vision
of those involved in daily life. So none
unschooled in congress
can see the lovers in their profound
rites, examining their bodies,
learning nakedness,
immersion.

I awake to the stroke of a hand,
move my body flush to my old man.

The Closer You Get (K. Alkalay Gut)

the closer you get
the less you see
the more you become

the more you become me
the less you are
a lover

keep your distance
stay near

This Woman (K. Alkalay Gut)

This woman, whose breasts
tumble from her heart, takes her measure
in another's eye - the greater
he is, the larger the reflection,
and the farther away
the more of herself she sees

And in the evening she makes love
to her own body - washing her hair,
massaging her fingers before
her manicure


that woman whose art
tumbles from her breast, makes her measure
in another's lies the greater she is,
the harder the perfection,
and the farther away
the more of himself he sees

and in the evening he makes love
to his own body wishing her there
massaging her fingers before
her manicure

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