New beginnings

New beginnings

I've started to write this Blog half an hour before midnight, on the very first day of the New Year. It's Time for a new beginning. I have several blogs in Hebrew, but sometime I wonder if anyone truly hears me. That is the catch when you're writing in a holy language, not that I'm here to underestimate your language, that for me and you, it's like a brain language. Studies show that a great deal of you can't even read the lyrics of a poem from the 60's (if you're British) and basically I believe that the future is in the visual and spoken language. But that not what I wanted to talk about, and in the future, If my thought should drift, I will use a footnote.

I wanted to tell you why I'm writing. I'm not interested in keeping a journal. If anyone recognized that the name of the blog is from a Carl Sandburg poem, it's because I translated it to Hebrew today, and I think those are the themes I'll deal with here, love, god, longing, hunger. The Stuff that life is made of. I'll share thoughts, art, and criticism. The world was build from criticism, and because it's falling apart and artist and philosophers have no roll or weight in the world like in the past, the world is falling apart. You should understand that I'm an intellectual. If the world is a peacock, I'm one of his tail's feathers without me, it won't mate.

I'll continue sitting here, looking from my window. If you want to share your thoughts, you're always welcome back.