I focus my experiencing and awareness on being
"a pioneer of Evolution in
learning to feel":
I let my Body vibrate and my Heart 'womb'
pain, shame, fear, boredom, powerlessness,
so feelings can >heal >guide>fulfill>evolve,
and ~~~ offer ~~~"goldmines"~~~ to us all!! "I
want you to feel everything, every little thing!"
K.I.S.S. -
L O G 2
0 0 8
Keep It Simple Sweetheart
Know exactly what you want, communicate clearly what you want,
then get out of the way, live and play, and let happen what
may! 7:45 I desire that a little healing
will occur, when T. will meet his father, stepsister & stepmother.
I desire that the
abhorrent situation in Myanmar and the prevention of help from
the outside
will bring to light the ingenuity and bravery of the people
of Myanmar in helping themselves! I desire for myself - to flow with
the peacefulness of my Shabbat in Arad - grate-grate-fully
image
of the day: children form the Menorah
(on my TV screen on the Eve of the Day of Independence)
hodayot [thanksgivings] for
today
9:04
My Body, my Partner,
my God While savoring the gradual, prolonged
waking up in my comfortable bed,
it happened that I touched our navel, which stirred up a flood
of memories
and with it the gratitude to the doctor in 1986,
who operated the navel-hernia
which had plagued us since Micha's birth in 1966,
and since that doctor - despite strong protest against such
a 'combination'-
agreed to my wish to operate at the same time on the veins
of our two legs,
I give my thanks for this healing, too, and mainly to you,
my Body,
since despite the doctor's prediction that the vein-problem
will return,
the swelling which indeed did develop in 22 years - is easy
and painless! Also, while still in bed and letting
my mind and feelings wander,
I came to focus mainly on two experiences, which brought up
gratitude,
the dancers who created the Menorah&Olive branches with
their bodies,
+ the criticism against these symbols which made me more aware
of them,
and the one program on Shabbat Eve,which was enriching and
moving me:
about the song-writer so beloved by everyone - 3 years after
his death, Ehud Manor.
[see
the video on the day of his death][2013
not found] His last poem is based upon a line in
a
psalm, which I sing so often: "As for me - the closeness of God
is good for me" [2013,
elsewhere I learnt that his last song was
ani shayakh, I belong
but this poem, handwritten 2 week before his death, was handed
over by hiw widow
during an event which he had been planning
In the funeral video
Galli Atari called him "the extract of Israeliness".
[See also the "Potpurri
in memory of Ehud Manor"]
2013 many of the songs I now know!
Translation:
I have no other country
even if my land is aflame
Just a word in Hebrew
pierces my veins and my soul -
With a painful body, with a hungry heart,
Here is my home.
I will not stay silent
because my country changed her face
I will not give up reminding her
And sing in her ears
until she will open her eyes
I see you at home,
in the street,
I hear your voice
continues me
to hurt.(?) And as of me -
the closeness of God
is good for me
What do I have
in heaven,
what do I have
in dust?
I am with you
below
and above the mountain.
What do I have in heaven? What do I have in infinity? I descend
in the rain
and rise up in a tree.
If you remember me,
I'll never leave,
even after my death
there is a way to love- And as of me -
the closeness of God
is good for me
When the
Seven were visiting me,
Eva, asked to sing a German song, refused: "Here in Israel all are singing all the
time, in Germany it's not like that." And this is true, and often I'm tempted to
feel appeased with Israel
because of the singing which prevails and pervades everything.
The German proverb says: "Wo man singt, da lass dich nieder,
boese Menschen singen keine Lieder", "Where one sings, sit down, evil
people don't sing songs." But this is a dangerous illusion.
As far as I know, Nazi Germany was constantly singing.
It even seems to me, that it was the singing,
which lured many young people into "being a part of",
closing their eyes to what they hoped was not true.
I remember a music lesson in my highschool class.
perhaps at the age of 13, about 1951.
Some German song of that time was heard (how??),
and I felt a yearning like "I wished I had lived then",
which appalled me,
though at that time my awareness of the Nazi past was only dim,
and my knowledge of the holocaust not existent or denied.
I'm writing this the next day,
after I've rehearsed "I have no other
country" over and over again,
until I could sing it myself .
The more I sang it, the deeper I was moved
by both lyrics and tune.
And the fact that most everyone knows at least part of these lines,
does tell something about the people in present Israel!
The
Art of Flying to Kabul
In 2002, the performance artist Simone Aaberg Kærn did what
no one thought was possible, flying a small canvascovered plane
6000 km from Copenhagen to Kabul.
FILM talked with Aaberg Kærn and co-director Magnus Bejmar
about "Smiling in a War Zone – and the Art of Flying
to Kabul", an artistic statement
about freedom sustained by the dream of flying. By Annemarie Hørsman
Published in FILM #47, November 2005
... It can't be done, other pilots told Simone Aaberg Kærn
and Magnus Bejmar. Even with a more modern plane and more money,
we wouldn't make it halfway, they said. ..
"Smiling
in a War Zone – and the Art of Flying to Kabul" is
a modern fairytale about Aaberg Kærn's stubborn struggle
to build an air bridge across two continents.
We follow her persistent negotiations
with air traffic controllers and generals about airspace access,
and we are with her in the cockpit when she finally takes off
for Kabul, despite a definite no-go from
the American Air Force. All this to give a girl in Kabul a chance
to fly.
The dream of flying
For Aaberg Kærn,
a performance artist, the right to fly is a crucial ideal of
freedom. Her project emerged in the wake of September
11, when access to airspace was strictly cut back. "I
have defined the air as my artistic field. The air should be
free. We should be able to send our dreams up there and move
around there freely. So I was thinking about how to make a project
that would win back the air."
One day in January 2002, as she was sitting
in her usual café, she read an article about a girl in
Afghanistan who wanted to become a fighter pilot so she could
strike back at the Taliban. "All
at once, several threads came together at a single point. I
immediately knew this was my project. I wanted to go to Kabul
and take this girl flying."
She finally got underway on 4 September 2002. With her in her
old Piper Colt '61 came Magnus Bejmar, her boyfriend, codirector
and cameraman. The flying theme has been an art practice and
a productive creative utopia for Aaberg Kærn since 1996,
when she began a project about American women pilots in World
War II.
"I'm interested
in what drives our civilisation.
When you lie down and look up at the sky and you see the birds,
you think, Wow, what if that was me up there?
Basically, that’s what humankind has always been doing,
in different ways, including the use of drugs.
But it also means that we have always been trying
to do something beyond what we are capable of.
It's a sign of the utopian, the sublime.
Sometimes, the result is Stalin or Hitler,
since destruction is an inexorable part of it.
But it also makes room for creative utopians.
Such a person was Otto Lilienthal (1848-96),
the great German glider pioneer," Bejmar says.
"Lilienthal proclaimed that everyone
should fly, no matter what the cost. He constructed a pair of
giant wings and made over 2,000 flights with them before it
finally killed him. A few years later, all his data were read
on the other side of the Atlantic by two bicycle smiths in Ohio,
the Wright Brothers. They got a plane in the air and 66 years
later man was walking on the moon. We must allow for creative
utopians to have their dreams, if we want society to move on.
Here's this 16-year-old Afghan girls who dreams of becoming
a fighter pilot. Just think if girls who take up flying in Muslim
societies and end up starting a democratic development. You
never know."
Naivety as a tool
..... "It provides some distance
and also a smile," Aaberg Kærn continues.
"People love 'The
Little Prince' for the same reason.
This little character leaping out and getting a chance to make
a statement in the space we've created. ..."
For Aaberg Kærn, naivety is also an essential tool in
even making the trip. "For me, it's
about using the sensation of falling in love as a spearhead,"
she says. "...It's the same glow
we have when we fall in love, a kind of madness, but it protects
us."
Aaberg Kærn and Bejmar finally touch down in Kabul's airport
on 6 December after a two-month journey. They meet the girl,
Farial, but they also come face to face with traditional Afghan
clan culture. Although they do manage to take Farial flying,
the last part of the movie makes a virtue of showing utopia
stranding on the beauty of its own idea....
"As it turns out,
there are already two sisters in Afghanistan who are helicopter
pilots," Bejmar adds. "We
come to Afghanistan with a completely developed idea that Farial
will be the first girl in that country, after the Taliban, to
fly. Here we come with our artistic statements and our dreams,
and then reality intrudes and pops the bubble. We could have
edited that part out, but we think it’s kind of cool to
be kicking ourselves a bit. Here we come and, hell, they're
already flying!"
Google Earth Meanwhile, Simone Aaberg Kærn and
Magnus Bejmar hope their film will provide an elemental pleasure:
the joy, beauty and freedom of flying your own plane. "We're
all sitting here now looking at Google Earth. That's what we
do in real life: go out and see the world from above,"
Bejmar says. "If the film
is able to convey even the slightest sensation of that, that
would be great. Smile a little, live life, stop complaining.
You can be upset about the war in Afghanistan or women's rights
...but come on, do something, move
in a different direction, make a difference!"
After
the morning-pool I wanted to have a special breakfast -
- slices of the fantastic bread from Efrat with pure salted
butter -
while watching a Swiss Culture Program,
The first item was about the spreading of the DVD+book "The Secret"
(the Swiss review called it "between nonsense and deception"), in which MY main argument
against "attract
what you desire!"
was Not mentioned: "How do I know,
if what I desire,
is right for me or not,
or will have consequences for others,
which will hurt my own interest?!"
And then - as if contrasting that sophisticated
marketing device -
a doc about the unbelievable "Flight
to Kabul"
of the Danish pilot and artist
Simone Aaberg Kaern, now winning more publicity through
the
exposition in Thun, Switzerland "Smiling in a war-zone"
The
trailer "sky-sisters" of the original 77 min.
doc is bad,
- compared to the excellent doc I saw and heard just now. Simone Aaberg Kaern:
I quote from my memory:
"After the war against the Taliban in 2002 it seemed,
that everything bad came from Afghanistan.
" So when I heard about Farial, a girl in Kabul,
whose dream was to become a pilot,
I decided on flying to her- 6000 km
and get her to go on flight with me
at least once in her life,
and thus to prove to the world,
that people in Afghanistan
are people just like you and me."
".......In Micro-Global
Performance (2002-03) Aaberg Kærn took off
in her fragile Piper Colt flight from Little Skensved, Denmark,
to Kabul, Afghanistan.
... in collaboration with Magnus Bejmar.
They flew across borders;
crossing the enormous mountain range Hindukush
(the Hindu Killer)..
with the risk of the American Air Force would attack them. "In the film Smiling in a War Zone
(2005)
Simone Aaberg Kærn crosses war zones
and defies the military power
in order to make contact to the girl Farial.
.. .
From a global perspective,
the sky and the airspace are a place of battles
– over power, prestige and politics.
At the same time,
the sky is a place of refuge for individuals,
a place onto which you may project
your own wishes and dreams."
15:42
I thought I could skip reporting on
the third item in the Swiss program this morning.
But when I swirled the second time in the pool, at noon, one
scene haunted me,
and having translated Ehud Manor's "Closeness of God"
now,
and in it the line - phrased 2 days before his death: "If you remember me, I'll never leave", I feel pushed to "mention"
the novel of Nathan Englaender,
which some already classify as "the novel of the century": The
Ministry of Special Cases
about what happened in "The
Dirty War" in Argentine in 1976.
Of course I knew about "The
Mothers of La Plaza de Maio",
who bravely marched in protest against the disappearance of
their sons,
and who keep marching to this day every Thursday.
But I didn't know, that the kidnapped people
were dragged into aeroplanes
and then cast from above - into the ocean. "There are no corpses",
said the Swiss review."
It is, as if the person had never existed" Nathan Englander: "If I would now kill somebody, I
would steal the future from this person,
but if I make somebody disappear, I take from him not only the
future, but also the past..."
The review - which I heard a second
time on a video in today's "Kulturplatz"
- went on: "The person who never existed, cannot
be declared dead nor can he be burried.
Without a grave, there is no memory and no past.
This is for Nathan Englander not only a problem of Argentine." He seemed to hint at the disappearance
of millions of Jews in the holocaust. "Each human is a universe"
In an additional video on that website,
Nathan Englander says: "It's a story about fathers and sons"
- and later:
"It's a story about a father and a mother and a son."
"In Israel I learnt, that the slogan "it's
good to die for one's country"
was said by Trumpeldor
Only later I learnt, that the British had used it for 200 years
to get people to die
and that it came from horrors before that.
And so I got interested in how governments make story and what
is the intent behind that.
The book is an Israel metaphor in many ways...
It takes so few people to make war, it's shocking.
When I was in Israel at that time (2001?) I really thought peace
was close,
and I still believe it was."
Poster by the Madres de la Plaza de Mayo
NGO
with photos of the disappeared.
3 songs of the day (1) "Menorah and Olive
Branches, good oil and glowing light
- light in the country, light at home and peace on Israel"
(2) "As for me - the closeness
of God is good for me"
(3
I have no other country")"
"I will not stay silent
because my country changed her face
I will not let her get away with it, I'll remind her and sing
in her ears
until she will open her eye"
click
Second
Continuation of the TV images of Independence Day on
May 8, which I let enter my feelings
and mind,
Only now , 12:20 - after having dedicated an hour
and a half to that Danish pilot to Kabul
- do I realize the coincidence with the images, which I intend to
insert here
photos I took myself - above Arad - and photos I took through the
TV screen
fascinated by the flight show so much, that I forgot to go to the
noon-pool.
I tried to forget about the "unpleasant" aspects of this
show and simply enjoy it.
I heard the noise, and this
time I didn't miss it, though Immanuel
wasn't in any of those aeroplanes.
When this first formation had passed the high tree of my neighbors,
I heard those neighbors shout with delight,
so I ran around the corner of their house and took - my first photo
! - of Shalom and Nitza...
Later I learnt that this big plane supplies
fuel to the small planes.
I had run barefoot outside and then to the
top of the wadi, to catch the best views.
When the great show in the sky was over, I discovered a tiny "show"
on the earth:
Some person in this street is trying to make a little piece of desert
bloom! [2013: I did not last!
But now I myself try to make my "Desert Grave of Compassion"
bloom! See in SongGame]
On my way back - still barefoot - I was
charmed by this spot of beauty
Right then the TV-show started above Tel-Aviv
and crowds of people on the beach (in a later part with paratroopers, which I
did not see luckily,
one paratrooper was blown into the crowd, severely injuring two people). What was fascinating, was the manoeuvering
of this rescue helicopter among the boats on the sea.
Again - I ignored the purpose of
these planes
and the human stories of those who manage them -
and focused on enjoying the unbelievable teamwork
necessary to accomplish such a dangerous feat.
2013-05-10- all the videos I listed
below are "not found",, but I discovered another
one with"the
making of Bat-60-Subliminal I'm a great fan of rap, in any language:
see the lyrics in SongGame In 2008 there was also
a video about Bundeskanzler Angelika
Merkel's blessings
for Israel's 60th anniversary in Hebrew!
Another uplifting event on Independence Day was
the awarding of the
Israel Prize
The only winner I recognized was Prof. Sami
Smucha,
who was a kind of partner in the years of my
Partnership work.
I cherish him even more for one crucial sentence, which is imprinted
in my mind ever since:
"The State of Israel wants the integration of
Ashkenazi and Sephardic Jews.
But before any integration can occur,
each community has to first be sure of her own uniqueness."
She is still alive [2013:
she died in 2011],
this fighter in the
Palmach,
and the epitome of humorous critical writing,
In the moments of her TV appearance
I saw her as lively as I've known her,
when I
- after a Tandu
talkshow with Yaron London-
wrote to her in 1975,
and a kind of friendship ensued for a time.
It was her who helped me meet
Yigal Alon, one of the kaf-kaf-kaf(koakh-kavod-kesef
=power-honor-money)people,
whom I kept "petitioning"
over the decades
for my cause and vision....
What I now learn for the first time- !!!!! - is,
that she is the granddaughter of "my" Eliezer ben Yehuda! [2013: I could not verify
this !]
Just like the performance of Subliminal
+ Gevatron
I enjoyed this "Riverdance"show,
underneath a movie, which fakes a Zionist pioneer , dancing this style
on the fields of early Israel...
I don't remember, what and with whom this
woman sang, but her beauty is striking even in a photo taken through
the TV screen!
The Lazer and Firework show could be seen at
the same time in Tel-Aviv and in Haifa.
Like the singing of the "Hatikva"
on the Eve of Independence Day all around the globe,
this simultaneity gives an idea of what it will be like, when we shall
live in the 5th dimension,
or so I imagine.
As to the Bible Quiz for young people
between 13 and 18, also a traditional event on Independence Day
I did not enjoy it as much as I remember myself and my husband enjoying
it in what was perhaps the first year of TV in Israel (1968-69). [2013: I think we followed this
on the radio. There was no TV yet!]
Then it was a Christian Australian, who - to our delight - outwon
the Israeli religious combattants.
But exactly this competitive trait - in addition to the poor choice
of mainly military situations in Biblical history - now seemed to
me undignified.
The facial expression of the girl, who lost to another girl, because
of one slip in her answers, was pathetic.
People in general and children in particular should not be lured into
such a quiz, especially not in the truly holy-whole book, our Bible!
A relevant grownup was chosen
to read every new question, like here:
about David in 1. Samuel 30:19
The man, whose father I knew well in the late seventies,
was Mukki Betzer, the son of Nachman Bezer,
once a suitor of Ruth Dayan, and then also of me.
Ruth Dayan told him to open the path for us
to the governor of the Northern District, Israel Koenig,
in Nazareth.
I should have told about this in my page about
the Bir'am Project
One of the competitors.
Why such a sad face?
Twins under Mengele...
the question they had to pose,
was about a sentence at the end of book Job
