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From Novel J’s
(poem ascribed to the Frenchman, Jean-Claude, l970, Translated 2019)
Je ne comprends rien…cette vie.
En effet, il n’y a aucune chose
que je comprends. Rien.
C’est seulement…
rien.
DARKNESS: AN ODE TO INDEPENDENCE
(1970, from Novel J’s)
Oblique setting
sun caressing my shoulders,
legs, crossed yoga-style,
sitting on the hard dirt.
Freely rooted?
From Novel J’s
(poem ascribed to the Frenchman, Jean-Claude, l970, Translated 2019)
Seul?
Qui, je suis seul,..mais,il n’y a
aucun difference entre moi et
les autres
Tout le monde nait seul, meurt seul.
Mais il y a des amis, comme toi.
Tu viens et nous partageons
le pain et le vin
Puis, bien que nous soyons seul, nous ne
sommes pas
solitaires.
Faces of Soviet Jewry–A Pictorial Essay
by Shapiro, J. and Shapiro, D.H.
The Path
by D Shapiro
The broken pine needles irritated his feet where the leather sandals had worn through and he found it necessary to stop and pull out a splinter. He decided it was necessary to take a short rest and he messaged his swollen feet.