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Pronunciation

Mìlla al cótel

Mitztaèr ima, ayóm lo amùt
Mitztaèr aba, shalom càkh lo avó
Shalom mìlla al cótel
Orim al tilmedu et yeladeykhem et haavdalim ben tov le rà
Khai adam qtanim beshvà léheloìm
Akhai adam gdolìm beshvà leomót
Shalom mìlla al cótel
Iesh khómot le hagàna
Iesh khómot le hafràda
Iesh khómot le tzavùa
Iesh khómot le bakù
Shalom mìlla al khóma

Translation

Word on a Wall

Sorry, mother
Today I will not die
Sorry, mother
This is not the way to bring peace
Peace is a word on a wall
Parents, do not teach your children the difference between good and evil
Human life may be small
Compared to god
But human life is great
Compared to nations
There are walls to protect us
There are walls to divide us
There are walls to paint on
There are walls to cry against
Peace is a word on a wall

Translation

Natural Things

They told you not to be cruel,
To respect life.
Some forbid you pigs,
Others claim you shouldn’t eat dogs

Does struggling obstinately to save the weakest violate the laws
Of natural selection?
And how often do you catch yourself in the act
Of anthropomorphising?

Why don’t you rather just sit and enjoy
The privileges of humanity?
You are and will always be on top
Of the food chain anyway

They told  you to live according to the [sheep] model,
By which you stray and you are found again,
You do not waste your food, your semen, your time, your money, your blood
You follow the shepherd and fear the wolves

Why don’t you rather just sit and enjoy
The privileges of humanity?
You are and will always be on top
Of the food chain anyway

Look at the animals, they defend themselves
If you threaten them they attack you
If they are hungry they devour you
They do not know of unnatural actions
They do not know of human aberrations

Such as hypocrisy, such as charity
Such as monogamy, such as chastity
Such as idiocy, such as credulity [aka faith]

Such as democracy, or the idea of freedom

Translation

Archaeology of my childhood

Archaeology means method, first and foremost.
Objective data must be gathered, in the form of documents of attested originality.
The documents must be rigorously classified, analysed and compared.
It is essential to establish all the ante-quem and post-quem termina, to discern critically facts from myths, memories from dreams.
Evidence includes written materials, verified accounts and photographic catalogues.
Analogy is an important tool, as a last resort before delving into mere speculation.
Proto-languages can be postulated, from which modern idioms can be philologically derived.
The purpose of archaeology is to restructure the few known certainties about the past of which we have no memory, in order to try and recreate history, and –like some branches of psychology – to scan the childhood of humanity to find the roots of contemporary neuroses.
An important slice of my existence does not belong to me at all, but belongs to those who created and possessed me. When numbers didn’t yet have any meaning, when I didn’t yet think nor remember, and thus [I] didn’t exist.
According to sources: at 45 days I smiled for the first time; at 6 months I learnt to recognise my bottle of milk; data are discordant about my first tooth; the first uttered words after about one year; a skull fracture on April 5th 1979.
Nobody recorded my first impulse of disgust, my first abstraction, my first ambition, my first anguish.
Can you recall, then, your first lie?
Recall, your first genital drive?
Recall, your first thirst for revenge?
Recall the first occurrence in your life of the words [death], [sin], [suffering], [pity], [repentance], [remorse], [gratitude], [money]?
Recall, your first obsession?
Recall, your first memory?

Translation

Est

How are you, since you left?
I have continued my search
But it’s still [me] the person
Who can best describe me

Inured to the extraordinary coincidences of statistics
We expect them to become normality
We ignore them
We look for each other on atlases
Tracing approximated trajectories
Still vertical horizons
As I leave the West and enter the East

The immensity of the sea really mesmerizes me
But only by the shore, where it is safe

Gnoseological Paradigms

When airplanes flew and submarines swam
There was no line between distance and length
Those were the days when we just played
We needed words and mimed the world
We were not liable for our own acts
The things we liked were not yet laws
Success didn’t mean anything
Contempt didn’t mean anything
Etiquette didn’t mean anything
And love maybe meant a kiss
Of course, we were hurt,
But we had no sense of sorrow
We had no knowledge of pain
We knew no cross, no thorns, no spears, no nails
We had no awareness of evil
We had no reasons to fear
We knew no blood, no hosts, no wounds, no rage
We had no knowledge of death

So they will try to shape your being, molding your instincts and concerns as if you were, indeed, born a blank slate. They’ll ask you things like: [ What will you be when you grow up, will you become a doctor, a teacher, a priest?];[ Do you have a little girlfriend?];[ What will you do when you get rich, will you get a nice house, a nice car?];[ By the way, what would you like for your birthday?];[  Have you been naughty?];[  Who’s your best friend?];[ Do you love Jesus?];[  How many children would you like to have?]. And you will struggle to provide yourself and everybody else with answers to these questions. You will think at length about these topics, trying to come up with a satisfactory way to check all the boxes and fill out the paradigm form. Until, one night, you might realise that none of these questions have, in fact, anything to do with you.