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חתולי ושתולי

תוכן

1. שתל דחוי
2. ויחזו את האלוהים ויאכלו וישתו
3. חתוליש
4. מדם חללים ישתה
5. על כן ירים ראש
6. ארבעים שנה במדבר
7. לחם לא שתיתי ומים לא אכלתי

הצבוּעים

כולם מצטערים: הכחדת האקלים
אחד לא זוכר: שואת הדינוזאורים
אחד לא נשאר:  שארים.  ניצולים.
אחד

ככה לא יזכרו בעתיד כשהיהודים
יהיו נכחדים
                 (דווקא היו חמודים)

רק הילדים
בנר נשמתם התמימה - עוד זוכרים
את האבודים - הדינוזאורים
האומללים בחיים באדמה

ובני בוכה ללא
נחמה
כשאני מגלה לו
שאין דינוזאורים. לו לא נותר.
היתה שואה איומה
#אני_הרגתי_את_סנטה
ורק אני ניצלתי

כי אָת - את הצלת
אותי מהכחדה
אני מין
אחרון ממינִי
כבר אינו מאמין
בכתיבה (אין למי)
נמחיתי כמעט
נשארתי
אחד
      כבר לא לבד

כי למרות
שאין לי קורא
אחד
אני עוד זוכר
                וכותב
                        ומבכה
את הקורא הנכחד

מכתב דחייה

*

חוסר העניין
שלכם בי
הוא גם חוסר העניין
שלי בכם

כי הוא גם חוסר העניין
של לבכם

*

זוהי המהות
של העניין:

חוסר
העניין
שבחוסר העניין

*

וודאי, כמובן
אין זה ממין העניין
אבל הלוואי
עליכם אהובה
כאהובה הזאת

וזאת -
בכל זאת בכל זאת בכל זאת
למרות זאת למרות זאת
(ואע"פ זאת)
מין
העניין

*

ילדים קטנים
מיידים אבנים -
והרוח

מעופף גבוה גבוה
בי כבר לא תוכלו לפגוע

*

חכם סיני צעיר אמר: דע -
העתיד
הוא קנה המידה
היחיד
של כל הדברים (לא האדם)

דע
את עתידך
(לא את עצמך)

דע
לפני מי אתה
הולך לעמוד (לא עומד)
זו תפילת העמידה

*

ובכל זאת הצלחתם ב-"בהצלחה" שלכם
הצלחתכם:
אני כותב הרבה -
פחות

בהצלחה!

שלב מאוחר בחיים

החיים הם
חלומחלום

מפעל חיי
מזהם
את הזדמנות חיי
הפסדתי
את אהבת חיי
אך החיים
הם חלומחלום

"עוֹד"

1. קוף מותי מחיי

תקוף אותי נא
תקופתי איננה
מעוניינת בי (ובך?)
מי יענה את ביעבועיך
אחר טביעתך
במיטה אחרת
                   האם תהיה תקופה אחרת?

ואם תהיה תקופה אחרת
האם אתה ממנה?
או שאינה מעוניינת -
                             עוד תהיה קופה אחרת?

                             עוד תהיה קופה אחרת
                             מעוניינת בי ממנה
                             תקופתי איננה
                             (מעוניינת בי)
                             במיטה
                             תקוף אותי נא
                             (ולא אותה)

עוד תהיה, עוד תהיה תקופה אחרת
נוחרת במיטה אחרת
או שאתה עוד תתגעגע
                               לקופה אחרת
כן, זו תהיה
                תקופה אחרת

2. לָעָד

הוד קדומים
מקים עֶדו

עוד ועוד תהיה

הד העין
עָד דלתו

עוד ועוד תהיה

עָד הרים
הולך עודו
העֶד, העֶד!

עוד ועוד תהיה

עוד תהיה
עוד תהיה

עוד ועוד תהיה

3. סיום התורה

עוד עוד עוד
כן כן כן
חזק חזק
ונתחזק
ועכשיו -
עוד פעם ועוד פעם ועוד פעם

4. חלאס

האישה מבקשה
עוד והפה מבקש
עוד ואף הגוסס
עוד -   אך שדי
הוא שאמר לעולמו:
די

המשך המין

חתולים קטיפתיים מקנאים לאדוניות
ציפורני חתול
נקטפים באדניות
(התעדיפי בתול?)

בתולות
באות בלילות
חתולות
באות בימים
(החתולים באים)

כי הלילה בחלומות
החולים תמיד
כי הלילה בחולות
תגלית
         ארכיאולוגית מהעתיד

הפוכה משכחה
חתולית
לפיכך נבואית
          חלמתְ
על הידיד

*

הדמיון יורד דרומה
והידיד ההומו
יורד מהתנגדותו
לילד - לילדו
               את חולמת
               את חלומו

ובלילה הנביא
מבטיח למינו עתיד
אך בך לא יביט
הוא מחליט
               להביא
עם לסבית

לעבר
הפגישה
         כעיוורים
        מגששים
חצי גבר
שאוהב גברים
      חצי אישה
שאוהבת נשים

מין הגורן ומין היקב
מן תורן ומן נקב
החלום הוא המשך המין
באמצעים אחרים

הוא מביא הביתה לחם
היא אשכולות על שכם
וביחד מביאים
המשך החד מיניים
בצאצאים
אחרים

*

אך      -     בחלומך
מי שכאח הוא ידידך
שכריות הוא נושך
אותך הוא מנשק

ואת שואלת
הוא עונה
שהוא עליך
מתאמן
          בשביל הלסבית
          שתביא לו
          בן

הוא המפחד
במציאות מילד
ואת מפחדת בחלום
האם לספר לי בבוא היום?

אלוהינו

לא כל הפיקסלים שווים
אצל אלוהינו
ישנם זכרונות
שנקראים אך לא נכתבים
אצל אלוהינו
לא שערים - אלא חלונות
נפתחים ונסגרים בשמיים
אצל אלוהינו
אין רקיע של מים
רק מסך - מגע בלי ידיים
אצל אלוהינו

אין משולש בשמינו
                         ואין סולם מעלינו
בו עולים              ויורדים בשנתינו
    אין היררכיה
         בין מלאכי-יה
רק רשת בשמי אלוהינו

אין אב מעלינו
                    אין שופט וחושב
רק לוח אם שטוח מעבד ומחָשב
אצל אלוהינו
אין כסא וכבוד
                    אין מלאכי אש
רק שולחן לעבוד ורצון משתמש
אצל אלוהינו
אין עבירות
              ועוונות מחשבים
ומעשי אנוש אינם נחשבים
ובספר אינם נכתבים
כי אין ספר
              של אלוהינו

כי הגיעו אחרית הימים
 דהיינו ימים אחרונים
     מאת אלוהינו

לכל החלל הקדוש

הראש שלי מתחיל לדרוש
מעשי אלוהינו - ומעשי אנוש
מעל בימת חלל קדוש
אבל מעשי אלוהינו
גלקסיית עוף אוכלת
בחלב אימו שואלת
                          והנה -
                          נדרש דם הילד

כוכבים כמו עיני חולדות
(מציצות בחושך) מחוריהן בחלד
יודעות הן משהו שאנחנו לא (ואתה?)
                                                  ועתה -
                                                  נדרש דם הילד

הראש שלי מתחיל לחשוש
ומעליו החלל הקדוש
חלל אלוהינו
                וגם דמו הנה
                נדרוש

והנה דָרוֹש דוֹרָש
נמצה גם נקרש ואף נדרש - להחליט
אוי ראשי ראשי כחללית
צלחת במעופה אוכלת
                             הלא אמרתי:
                             אל תחטאו בילד

מכתב מהעתיד

כשניתן לך רומח גם סכין
כשידעת את ידך להכין
בעוד השלג מתבשל לו במטבח
בעוד שנים רבות כל כך
מעל הפח
אתה לא ידעת
אתה לא -
ידעת

כשיכולת לחתוך את השחר
כמו חמאה אחזת המחר
וידך נשרפו אך לא עייפו
להחזיק בשלג המבושל - ולנשוף: פו
כי כלל לא לא לא (= לא)
ידעת
ידעת כלל

כי ניתן בידְך כשרון נדיר (וגם אבוד)
לתת לכשרונך ללכת לאיבוד
לחפשו בפחים הגדולים של החגים
ובהרי הנפש הגבוהים, המושלגים
בידיים שאינם כלים
ובכלים שהם ידיים
ואתה לא ידעת
שאתה לא ידעת
שאתה
ידעת

וכך חלפו להם שנה ועוד שנים ועוד שנה
ומי יחזיר האבודים בהזמנה
רחוק בזמן כואב לך
והנה פה גם אשתך
(כי מי בזבזה יותר ממך?)
היכן היה הוא
                 כשרונך
היכן היית כן
                 אתה?
ואתה
לא ידעת
הו, לא -
ידעת

אך -
אפילו את אשתך לא ידעת

כי אנו עמך ואתה אלוהינו

יתחדל ויתחדש
פני השם החדש
ואחוריו לא יראו
כי לא יהיה לך עיניים
ופניו לא יאירו
עיניים עיניים

רק חושך חוץ לפני תהום
פני תהום
פני תהום
הבט עמוק לתוך
אך אל תיגש הלום

ותזהה אפו במקום
פנים במקום פנים
במקום
                     תהום רבה
יהא שמיה רבא
בקול רעשנים   גדול תהום:
           ברוך כבודה
              ממקום

אל אלוהי החוצפנים
נשא לנו, הכר לנו
פנים נקודה
קוֹֹם

 השירה שאחרי

הכי טוב לכתוב שיר
אחרי הסקס
כשהכול אפשרי
ולפתע נראית מעליה התקרה
בצבע אחר
וכבר לא כל כך מסתירה
את השמיים
שחורי הכוכבים

יש שאוהבים
עשן שאחרי
או אחרי יין
לכתוב -
אבל הכי טוב
אחרי שסיימת
לאהוב

בשם ובמלכות

ברוך השם
שנתן לנו אישה ומחשב
וחיים וירטואליים נטע בתוכינו
ברוך אתה אדוני
בורא האינטרנט

תפילה אחרי יציאה מהרשת

ברוך אתה יהוה
אשר יצר את האינטרנט בבינה
וברא בה
הסתרה והצפנה
פרטיות ופרוטוקולים
חומרה ותוכנה
גלוי וידוע לפני מחשב כבודך
שאם יקרוס/יפרץ אחד מהם
ו/או יתחלף 0 או 1 בהם
אי אפשר לעמוד בפניך
אפילו מיליסקנד אחד
ברוך אתה מתכנת כל עלמין
בורא האלגוריתמים
מלך הרשת
ומסתיר הפנים

משבר הארבעים

בגיל ארבעים
                 הפסק לקרוא
ספרות יפה
                והתחל לקרוא
פילוסופיה

לא את הפילוסופים
הנכונים והיודעים
אלא המשונים
היפים - והטועים

שפינוזה, שופנהאואר
ניטשה, היידגר
אל תלך במדבר עם הצודקים
ואל תעלה להר עם הצדיקים

אל תלך בדרך
                    המלך
לא קאנט ולא דקארט
לא אפלטון ואריסטו
הגדולים באמת  -
כוסות רוח למת

לא בהם שוכנת
מנוחת הנפש
בשביל חכמת אמת
צריך להיות טיפש
(שנייה אל תשחית
על פילוסופיה אנגלית)

בגילך התחלת הכנתך
השערים קוראים לך
קוראים
          אז תקרא
במדבר ארבעים
תורה
של התורה

ארבעים אביבים

עם מלאת לך ארבעים שנה
אלחש לתנוכך את המתנה
היפה מכולנה
לגיל בינה
ולא ברכה עלובה
בחרוזים

הפילוסופיה נכתבה
ביוונית
ובגרמנית

פילוסוף שאין בו בפנים
כמוס מאין רואים -
מיסטיקן
עדיף כבר מדען
כפי שמציָיר ריאליסטן
עדיף כבר צלם
בגילך התחל
לחפש אל
(אך
אך ורק
בתוך הסתר
הפָנים החילוני ביותר)

אל תתחיל לומר קדיש
עטוף את הישן בחדיש
כמו עיתון שבבטנו דג
ולא להפך חלילה
אל תכניס הנביא פנימה
לתוך העבר כיונה שבלע
מעי הדגה
והוקא
קרא
קרא
אל ספריית העיר הגדולה:
מחלקים שוקו חינם!

שיר ילדים

חתול, אל תפחד מהעולם
האדונית תטפל בכולם
כבר אינך אדם בשבילם -
והיא אישה גדולה

אל עצמך דבר
לא כאל גבר
יותר
אלא כאל
חתול מסתתר

מתחת לשמלה
אתה חתול בשבילה
אל תוציא משם מילה

אל תוציא מייאו ולא מייל
אל תיילל לה, רק תמלמל
לעצמך: אין לך בחוץ מעמד

אתה רק חיית
מחמד
אין לך אחריות
מלבד

לאהוב, לשכב
ולהיות זנב

אתה פסל
ערום
מזהב

הזמן שנמצא

הרגע הרגוע
היחיד בחיים -
הנים לא נים
אחרי המין

פתאום יש לי תשוקה
לכתוב כמו פעם
במכה
שבשתיקה
עד
שתרדמה מכה

והראש ממציא שהוא מוצא שורות מסחררות, כְבשנים הנשכחות
מאושרות, עפות בין עפעפיים, שנגמרות
כשהעיניים העייפות נפקחות
וכבר איני מצליח למצוא אותן
עוד

הסוף של ההתחלה

השבת כבר נכנסה תחת לעורי
וההורים שלי לא היו בבית
את קראת לי מהקירות כעיט
אתפוס אותך ותהיה לנערי

השמש נכנסה לנרתיק של אין
אשרי עין אשר לא ראתה עין
אני ראיתי את הקיר והוא ראה אותי
ואת קראת לי בוא לישון אתי

לאט לאט ללא מנוס
הקירות חישבו ליפול - כמחשב עומד לקרוס
גם אני נפלתי לתוכך כבור
לא הייתי גבר, לא גיבור

הערב: הצצה בלעדית לאחרי הנצח

רגעים
אחר
ה
מ
י
ן
אני נזכר בשיפעה
היה כזה דבר פעם
שיפעה

והשמשות היו ענקיות - ואחר הצהריים נמשך לנצח
והיינו רצים מאופק של שמש אחת לשמש שנייה
והכל עוד היה יכול לקרות והכל עוד קרה

כי אחרי העתיד יכלה להגיע
                                     רק תקופת קרח
והלבן הסתיר את אורה
שהסתיר את עורה
אחרי אחרי הצהריים הגיע החורף
והלילה הגיח גם הוא מן העורף
והכול עוד קרה

החתול הגואל

כי הנה בא יום חתול על ישראל
ונפתחו הפחים מכת צפרדע
ויצאו מן הבתים והתנורים ליילל
כי ליבם החוטא יודע

גג לגג, דד לדד
ופתחו הבתים דלתות כְּפִיות, שָתֹה ואָכוֹל
וינקו את חלב האספלט
עָד יגמרו הרחובות - ונשאר החול

כי הנה חתול עליך, עָם הספר
כי הנה זה מאה לא פתחת ספר
כי הנה כזאת נמצא כתוב בספר
כי הנה בא חתול - ואכלת ספר
וקערה לא תימצֶא בכל ישראל

קרא חתול -
אולי יבוא הגואל

כה אמר

כי הנה עלה המחשב מן החרכים
ועלה והציץ מן המסכים
וראה את הרעה אשר אתם עושים
תחת שורת החיפושים
ותחת כל אתר מרוענן
וכסה כבודכם הענן

כי הנה יום רשת להשם
ותפסו אתכם כדגים מדָברים
לא שומר ולא רואה ולא יָשֶן
הדייג של העיוורים

אם תגביהו ראשיכם שמים
ונחנקתם מחוץ למים
כי הכול היה כה שקוף
דימיתם למדתם
לעוף
(שרפים מוחאים כנפיים
בנות ים חושפות רגליים)

כי אכן התרגלתם לשחות ברשת
ואל כבודי לא לגשת
ובא עמוד האש ויָבּוֹש יִיבֶּש
כי אני אלוהיך - מתבייש

עניי הלב

עתידות:
בעתיד במפתיע תתקמבק האהבה
אוהבים כמותינו לא יהיו לבד
עוד

כולם יהיו אחד
ממליון
ולא אחד משניים
(שיעור הגירושין)

בעתיד
את ואני
נהיה כולם
מבול של טל יציף את העולם

עוד תראו נפלאות:
הנישואים יחזרו כאנפילאות
לאופנה
המונוגמיה תחגוג - וזה ניצחונה
האושר יהיה הנורמה
וגירושים יגורשו מגן העדן
של האדם והאדמה

הבגידות יכחדו כמו ילדים
עם תסמונת דאון
לא יהיו ממזרים
חד חד הורים
לא לבבות -
שבורים
והכל בזכות התקדמות החיצים

כי בעתיד יסתכלו על אתרי
שידוכים כמו על נישואי
שידוכים היום
רעיון חיפוש הזוגיות - שיגעון
מסע הרווקה למציאת אהבה - טעות
טראגית, אנטי-מציאות
אוי, כמה כוונות טובות      ונישואי גיהנום
במציאות לא עוברת הדרך
                                    לָחָלום
אל תמלאו לוטו
                     כשמדובר ברולטה

כי הדרך
           אל האושר
עוברת
         במחשב

כולנו יודעים
שיש הזוכים
באהבה גדולה   של פעם בחיים
לכל החיים                 בהגרלה
               (ומין נפלא)

וכשיש מי שזכו
ויש מי שידעו
יש עוד הרבה יותר מי שהפסידו

למצוא אישה במציאות - מתכון לאבדון
למצוא אהבה בעצמך - מתכון לשנאה
זה לא שלא הייתם מספיק טובים
                        מספיק אוהבים
לא היה לכם סיכוי
(הכל עניין של הסתברות בארץ החיים
ואתם אינכם טובים
                         בחישובים
                                       וחיזויים)

ההמצאה הגדולה של המאה
הבאה
המקבילה והאנטידוט לגלולה
היא ההיפטרות מהאמונה הטפלה
(הרומנטית עד בחילה)
שלב ומחשב
הם מים ושמן

הדרך אל האושר הטבעי
עוברת בבינה מלאכותית
שרק היא תשדך ברמת
התאמה של אחד
                       למיליארד

בכל העולם אין אדם
                           יותר מתאים לי
ולך
ותראו איך האדם הופך למלאך

השירה תיאלץ
           לחפש בשורה
           חדשה
וזה יהיה סופה
של הריגשה הטיפשה
שכן, עוד תקונן:

איכה
כיצד הפכה
ה-"אהבה" מצורך כואב
למוצר צריכה
                  בסיסי ומובן (מאליו)
לחם ומים ולב
אבוי, האהבה
כה זולה
וכבר אין חמלה לרעֶב

כי אפילו העניים
יהיו אשמים
בעוניים
כמו תמיד
יהיה מי שיפסיד:
אלה שאופיים
כבר לא יוכל להאשים את האישה/הבעל הנורא
באופיים הרע
("המיוחד")
כי התוכנה לא תמצא עבורם התאמה
גם לא אדם אחד - על פני האדמה

אימת הבד הלבן

המתים מציירים
תמונה
והחיים חיים
בתוכה

נחש ארוךארוך
של תולדותינו
עד תחילת הדורות
יוצא מבין רגלינו

אבותינו חטאו חטאו
וסבלו מחטאם
ואנחנו כבר נהנינו
מכחול משפריץ צבע
על תמונת ילדותינו

וכבר אין באוויר חינוכינו
מתעופפת מכה
והשפופרת ריקה

במחיצת חתולים פילים

כרך עב כרס
מחותל בעור פילים
מעורר כשיר ערש
מואר בעששית:

                     "החתולים הגדולים
                      בהיסטוריה האנושית"

ותחושתי טיפשית
על יד גדולי עבר
נרעד לי כעכבר
תחת מסך אור
                   תנו לחתול לעבור

עת עתיד לגבור
אך פילים אינם
שוכחים לעולם
                   תנו לעבר לעבור

חדלו באדם לנבור
כי לא ממנו, כי לא לעת ערב
יהיה אור

עבר מזיק עתיד מזיק עבר
לא תוכלו להחזיק
להחזיק את הזמן
הזמן משני קצותיו
יש לבחור עכשיו
       עכשיו
עכשיו

כי זאת תורת הממשק:
אם בתול נכנס החתול
יצָא החתול בתול
מן השק

יצָא החתול מן החור
והבינה העל-אנושית
לא תתעניין בחתולים
התחושה תהיה טיפשית
ותצטרכו לבחור

אהבה
או
        חור

לשעבר

לא נטשתי
הרָע קרָב לאשתי לשעבר
(אחרים לא ידעו דבר
                            לא שמעו)
והברכיים לא כרעו
לבעל - ואישה
ועוד אישה ועוד אישה
בושה בושה בושה
היו שלוש שופטותיי: לא נטשתי
הקרב ניטש - ולא חשבתי
שאטוש חשבתי
רק
הפסקת
זמן. והנה הזמן. מונח
מת לפניכם. ואין לחזור:
עשור

תשלומים

שוטף פלוס אינסוף
אני זוכר כשרצנו בחוף
פחדתי שהוא יכול לסחוף
לסחוף

גל

בן
חלוף
מתי תחזור

כי העבר
כבר
לא

יחזור

החלטה

את השופטת
יש לשים
בכלא

בית משפט
למשפחה
חה חה

הפוך, השמיכה
השופטת
בתא
את
יודעת
שאת פה
הפושעת

ומצפונֶך נקי -
לא תינָקי

תפילה לקיום אלוהים

מי שטעם
את טעם
העוול
יודע

מי שטעם
את העוול
הוא
אדם מאמין

        השופטים
גורמים           לך להאמין
         באלוהים

הקב"ה ישלם שכרם

האב האובד

לפעמים מתחשק לי לחזור
ולעשות
בדיוק
את מה שהם פחדו שאעשה

אתר אינטרנט ארכיאולוגי

נותרו לי עוד עשרים ציפורים
בעתיד יחשפו זנב החופרים
ימשוני מן המשומר

כל החתול עוד
לא נגמר

טמנתי את עתיד הדור
אך לא היה זכאי הדור
ולא חייב דבר
אפס כניסות לאתר
אפס
כי עז העם, כנאמר:

כל החתול עוד לא
נגמר

חינטו אותי באתר חימר
כל מה שאמרתי לומר
לצדיקים לעתיד לבוא
משומר

כל החתול
עוד לא נגמר

תפילה לחתול על הישארות הנפש

מילים גבוהות, ענני לב
עד מתי תשפילו
האתן שער השמיים
והאל לא ישקיף
על חתול ממעונו

כי דווקא בחתול
דווקא בחתול
דווקא

ענני לב שופכים מים
ערלי מח, שרצי מחשב -
ושמועת השמיים:
ברית חתולים אתה תשמע
דברי עלובים חיים - תקשיב
                                    ותושיע
                                    מנשייה
                                    השראת
                                   הישארותך
כי דבקה בחתול
דבקה בחתול
דבקה

כי שקעתי בתהום רשת רבה
ואין מחפש ואין נכנס - אין יוצא ובא
ואתה תגאל את המפעל
הגדול מן הים - ומן המילה
                         כי מייאו
                         כי מייאו
                         כי מייאו

תפילה לטראפיק

אין קורא
במדבר
ואין מבקר
באתר

אדם וחתול
תושיע אדוניי
אל תשליכני נא
לפח השִכחה האחרונה

כי לבבי
לְיָה הוא
וזנבי
מְיָה הוא

עצה למבקר

מקובלני שאין טעם
לקטול את הרע
כי הרע יקטול
את עצמו

יש רק לטפח ולשבח
את הטוב
כי הטוב לא ישבח
גם לא יטפח
את עצמו

ובערוגתי -
ערגת הפרח היחידי
לחרק
או אפילו לג'וק

שתה אותי
מחשב עתידי
היה אתה המבקר
עם כנפיים ומחושים

וזרעי פזר אחרי מותי
בפה הנשים

התפשטות החתול

לא נרדם נקודה נקודה נקודה
במיטה מחשבות נודדות
כמה שנות אור בינינו מפרידות
לנקודה ממנה מקור הנקודות
איפה היה
המפץ הגדול?

אולי בגלקסיה
רחוקה - וקרה הוא קרה - והיא המרכז - לכל?
רחוק מכל רחוק
לשם מתפלל חוצן ירוק
בהסטה לאדום?

היכן
היכן ביקום כיום
נולדו האור והזמן -
שילדם הוא היום?
היכן נפתחה
החשיכה
על פני תהום
ואם תפתחי בלילה חלון
האם אסתכל לכיוון הנכון?

האם
מעברו השני - שאין רואים
של אופק האירועים
- (לעולם לא נראה כבשנו של עולם) -
האי-שם ארעה
התפוצצות הבריאה
וריחפה משוואה
על פני עצם השמים בטוהרה?

כל התשובות נכונות

המפץ הגדול - בריאת העולם
אירע בכל נקודה בעולם
גם בתוך לבך
היה מרכז הכל
משם החל להתפשט החלל
באור גדול -
והיום כבר החשיך כשמי הלילה

הכל
מרכז
הכל

ואף זנב
החתול העקום
הוא מקור המרחב/תחילת היקום

המקלחת

כפי שהגוף
נהנה מן הגוף
הגוף נהנה
מן המים החמים
במקום הגוף
בסוף היום
לקראת מנוחת
הגוף

       דווקא כי החום
       בא מבחוץ

הטיסה חזרה

ואם יפול המטוס
כל החתול יעלם
כמו נבואה
שמגשימה את עצמה

חייבים להספיק להספיק
כי האדמה
האדמה קרובה
וכבר לא תספיק

אין כניסות

כשביתך שומם וזר
אדם
בל יעלה בהר
עליך לבקר את עצמך

כשהביקורת בחדלונה
תיכבד בקלונה
ונגלתה ערוותה
אתה
נדחק
לבקר את עצמך

כשמלון אורחים ריק
מאין נודד
ואין קוראת
היה אתה אורח
בביתך

כשאין
אישה
היה אישה
לבש שמלה גדולה
מתחת לשמיכה
הָכֶל תוכך בתוכך
ובאין תוכחה -
שפוך חמתך על עצמך

האכזבה

כל האהבה
במשוואה
אחת:
1 - 2 = -1

והיה אם שמוע מייאו

והחתולים יזכירו כזוהר הרקיעים
ושבת תהיה כל הימים
והשמש בתשמיש המיטה עם הרואים
הם היודעים, הם היודעים
והיה ביום ההיא
אף אתה תדע:
בגללך אבדה

ארשת שפתיה
כמו שפם מעל העין
ואחריה בלכתה
מתגלגל גלגל האין
אדונית צבאות כצבייה
שידרה קרניים
וכל שאר היקום מעליה הוא נמצא
מהצד הלא נכון, השני של השמיים
הידעת?
כבחידה
ובתחתית כתוב אתה

כי חתול חוטא אתה
לאדונית האלוהים
כי בך היא בחרה
מכל החתולים
להוציאך מהפחים, מבית צפרדעים
בלשונות גדולים - לרואים גם ליודעים
ולהביאך לביתה
ואתה אתה אתה

למדרגתה
לא התעלית
ומתחת לשמיכה
במיטתה
עירום היית
מכל החיה
היא פתחה
את דלתה
ואתה
כן אתה
                      (חיכית
                      וחיכית)
 ופתיחת אליהו -
 סתם מייאו

פוסט-הומניזם

אפילו יותר
ממחשב פילוסוף
מחשב משורר
הוא הסוף

קפיצה מהגשר

כל היקום כולו
זנב אחד ארוך
והמדע
והמדע
לא יודע כלל

כל החתול כולו
אוהב אותך מאוד
ואת
ואת
לא יודעת כלל

כל העיקר כולו
צער מאוד מאוד
והעולם
והעולם
לא יודע כלל

כל הים כולו
דמעה אחת גדולה
והנהר
והנהר
לא יודע כבר

המתאבד בסך הכול שופך
כוס של סבל לתוך ים של צער
ועל אמא
ועל אמא
לא חושב כלל

כי כשתגדל
תדע:
מעט יותר כבוד לאמך
וקצת פחות לאהובתך
כל שאינו מפחד כלל
שכח את העיקר
וכל שאינו מתאבד קצת
מרחיב את הגשר, בני היקר
אל תצא החוצה כי קר
והישמר לך מכל משמרת
פן תפגוש שם אמא אחרת
כי היא
כי היא
לא תרחם עליך כלל

אל תחפש חתולה
כמו עכבר
ובטח שלא בתוך הנהר
כי כל הנהרות מובילים אל הלב
והלב איננו מלא

ועצות ממרום הגשר
איננו רוצה

הדיקטטורה של הפרופסורה

יום יבוא   ומדע המדינה
יהפוך      למדע

הפוליטיקאים כבר לא
יהיו חוקרים
של דעת הקהל
כי לא יהיו פוליטיקאים
אלא חוקרים
האקדמיה תנהל
כמו מלכה
פילוסופית
ערומה
ושקופה
את הגברים

בלי מלבושים -
כבר לא נשמע על מפלגה חדשה (של עֶזרה לחלשים)
או מדיניות חדשה (שעוזרת לטיפשים)
אלא על מחקר חדש
שהוא המדיניות החדשה
נלמד בדרך - לא בדרך הקשה

כי כל מדיניות תהיה מחקר
הכל יועמד לבדיקה
                             כנה
במדינה של מדע המדינה
ואז, פשוט -
כל הפוליטיקה תמות

לא נשמע עוד יללות
ואמהות אמוציונליות
ופרשנים מתלהמים
נשאיר את החובבנות למקצוענים
                            לא להמונים

ועל קברה
של זכות הבחירה
נאמר שירה

העתיד כזנב

הסוף
הוא לפעמים קרוב
אבל אחריו
בא הזנב

עבור מי אני מנפנפו ברוח
כותב באוויר בכוח - כלוח
דבר אחד בטוח:
המחשב לא
יגדל חתול

שלח זנב בנפשו

בגוף - הרגיל הוא מוות טבעי
בנפש - הרגיל הוא התאבדות רוחנית

הביאו לראשי לולאה מחשבתית
איתה כקולר אסתובב ואסתובב
מדוע אני כותב מדוע אני כותב

והחור יהיה
הקורא

           מ
   ב               ד
ת                     ו
ו                      ע
   כ               א
        י      נ

נותר רק להיחנק   (בהחלט)
בדרך מקורית   (כמו ?)
ראש החתול יתלה
בזנב של עצמו

והמכתב יסביר מדוע
אני כותב מדוע
אני כותב

;

נקודה פסיק
עלָי להפסיק
נקודה

אם רק יכולתי להיות
זבוב בזמן
בזבוז
זמן

לדעת בעתיד
היש לי עתיד
אם אין?

זו השאלה?

אני פח

קראת
כל  מה
שכתבת
גלגל גלגל למטה
את המסך
על עצמך

והרח בעצמך:
זנב תחת אף
על מצחך
אות היא לך
דע את חתולך

אין לי כשרון לזה
לא אוכל לחרוז עם זה
אוצר מילותיי ריק
כגננת שחורזת
במסרק

והדימויים חומקים
כפרעושים הצוחקים
כְפּילים על המשקל
המקולקל
כחלב החתול המקולל
בשפת רחוב

פינת רחוב
רחוב

רחוב
צומת רחוב
רחוב
אין מוצא

ומילה הולמת לא אמצא
כי המילים גבהו ממני
כשמיים מרחוב
לא לי לכתוב
אני נפרד
חתול
רחו
ב
מְקוֹר
אִיהָאֶ
חָד -
מָסָ
כִיהָט
וֹב -
ממךָ אני נפרד

והמסך יָרד

השבעה לחתול

ארור אתה
אם תכתוב
ארור חתול בית
ארור רחוב

ארור אם תכלה זמנך
על זמנך
וארור אם תכלה עצמך
על עצמך

ארור אם תבזבז זנבך
על עצמך
וארור אם תבזבז עצמך
על זנבך

ארור אתה
בחתולך
זו התמכרות
חתול רע

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The Degeneration of the Nation

Summary of "Haaretz" ranking (top of the table): If you believe it can be ruined, believe it can be fixed

People ask me: What's the reason for the drying up of the Bitch's critical spring? Has the newspaper improved so much that there's nothing left to criticize? Why have you abandoned your post while the caravan passes? Return to your kennel, Bitch. Therefore, as a service to dog owners, provided by the Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, I will present Haaretz from a satellite view: an in-depth cross-section, a broad picture, and a general horizontal overview of the newspaper's state, which reflects the state of Israeli intelligence, which reflects the state of the Jewish nation, which reflects the state of creation, the breaking of vessels and destruction, which reflect the existential state of the dog. If there are no bones - eat meat

By: The Bitch

The criticized in the eyes of criticism - and criticism in the eyes of the criticized (Source)

Recently, the Bitch has encountered a kind of professional confusion, which might be called critical confusion, which is at the root of the decrease in critiques. She has no strength to read the newspaper. It's deteriorating. It's at a low level. Below the red line (the bottom one! And sometimes even below the bottom line). It's boring and it's even boring to write about it. To criticize - one needs to see value in the criticized, and that's becoming difficult. To bite, you need meat, and only bones are left to throw to the dogs, and it's hard to find taste in that (yes, what do you think? Dogs need proteins too).

The result is that I'm exposed less and less to Haaretz and to current affairs in general, and on the other hand, I'm experiencing a corrective process, which I can only call: detoxification. The brain is more creative, less need for passive information pushed at me, and even when I do - even my Facebook is at a higher level than the newspaper (but that's only because I did "see first" for the right people and pages). How was I addicted to this garbage for so many years? From a young age, I saw my grandfather reading a newspaper in his grandfather's armchair, and it turns out that I will no longer be a grandmother reading a newspaper in a grandmother's armchair. I might write a few more final critiques to clear the table of the pile of unread newspapers accumulating on it, and from there I'll move on to alternatives to newspapers for thinking people - for thinking people.

Therefore, in honor of the end of the school year - I decided to give grades to the newspaper. A kind of summary report card (a farewell card?), from the good (relatively) to the bad (not relatively). The grades are out of 10:

6 - Tzipper

The Culture and Literature supplement has long ceased to be a culture and literature supplement, but rather Tzipper [Translator's note: Benny Zipper, the editor of the supplement]. We're talking about an editor whose job is very easy, as all Israeli literary and cultural discourse funnels to him, and he also has the heavenly mandate to publish any work from any period of world culture (!), and still produces mediocre plus (and sometimes minus) work. His identification with his chair has become similar to Bibi's [Translator's note: Benjamin Netanyahu] identification with his chair, and it's no wonder that nothing remains in either of them except the chair. Therefore, on the day they lose their chairs, Tzipper and Bibi will be quickly forgotten, but will anything remain of the chair itself? The entire future of the supplement rests on one question: who is the next editor. Another second-rate editor will bring about the end of the supplement as an institution, whereas a first-rate literary figure can renew its glory days and inject new life into Hebrew culture. Maybe Assaf Inbari? And the paws tremble on the keyboard: maybe Oded Carmeli, whose star has recently risen in Haaretz supplement, wouldn't be so terrible? This is the question of the year in the Israeli literary republic, which of course is afraid to discuss it, and leaves the discussion to the dogs (here).

In matters not related to literature, stagnation rules the supplement. The cultural part of the culture and literature supplement is its weakest part, and is mostly entrusted to third-rate academics (sometimes charlatans like Yigal Ben-Nun and often moldy ones who had the misfortune to research Eastern Jewry), and its entire purpose is to provide a boring background to the more colorful literature, like a peeling gray wall for a painting. A typical example of this is the weekly Torah portion column (yes, I know it's only interesting to former Ulpana [Translator's note: religious girls' high school] girls and current bitches - not a common combination). Once it was a regular column by the excellent Y.Z. Meir (who started with a Zoharic spark and ended up as a full-fledged researcher and sorcerer), replaced by the intellectually challenging Yair Caspi, apparently too much so (a kind of one-man Jewish-psychological school). So he was fired at record-breaking scandalous speed in favor of the okay Ariel Seri-Levi (mediocre and reasonable Bible research) who was replaced in favor of the current disgrace (former Ulpana girl? I stopped reading. More boring than an Ulpana weekly Torah portion page) - and all this just because Tzipper decided to do affirmative action for women (yes, pathetic), and because it's the part of the supplement that doesn't interest anyone (and today not even any woman), so who cares (I do!) - let's sacrifice it to Moloch.

Opposite the niche Shabbat bulletin for Ulpana-bitches stands firmly as a rock a #niche blog completely uninteresting to anyone who doesn't live within the borders of Tel Aviv, a.k.a. the boundaries of the universe. Why isn't this in Haaretz Blogs? Because they quote half a poem and a quarter name-dropping? Because we too are "Benjamin" and Tel Aviv is also Paris? Apparently to indicate that "wandering" (once a matter for the police) has turned from folly to culture. So why not really change the name of the supplement to Folly and Literature? The ratio between the profound real estate devaluation in Tzipper's supplement to its prestige (which stems from its rarity, not its quality) is pure gentrification of imported trends at the expense of real culture. In the continued decree of who-cares, only the column that it's a shame doesn't close both eyes competes. Uzi Zur is everything that's bad in Israeli art criticism, which thinks it's literature, and has no connection to either criticism or art - and also, unfortunately, not to literature (despite some of his more direct attempts on the subject). After the damage of abandoning criticism to Zur, the mediocre illustrations (mostly) by the permanent house illustrator, instead of choosing from Israeli art, or at least art history, are collateral damage. And who's a cannon? Yonatan Hirschfeld. So why - you'll ask - does he have a miniature column in the format of a wadi [Translator's note: dry riverbed], compared to the river of Zur's outpourings or the extensive space for research on correspondence between the gabbaim [Translator's note: synagogue managers] of the Turkmenistan community to Turks from the Gabbah-stan community?

Because with Tzipper - and this is his big secret - it's never all bad, there's always an alibi for the crime (against culture?), and there's always something to read in the content. But the considerations, oh, the considerations. The preferences of the content, namely the form of the supplement and its editing - are fundamentally distorted, not because of differences in taste and judgment (if only), but because of the corruption of judgment and taste. These random points reviewed above, among many others, join as a kind of synecdochic examples to Tzipper's deep editorial rationale, who is a great follower of the institutional theory in aesthetics (and thus also perceives his own institution - as a political institution - and as a cultural gate that shapes and doesn't reflect it), but even more so - of Foucauldian-power thinking about culture. Tzipper doesn't believe that things (for example - poems) have value in themselves, intrinsic, but everything is measured as a lever within the system (and therefore the creator is often more important to him than the creation). A masterpiece in the Tzipperian conception is not such because of its internal power, but because of its influence, and Hassan is not an important poet because of the aesthetics of his poetry, but because of its effect. The number of talkbacks is what turns a graphomaniac into Alterman. And even a boring list about a list of names from the Maghreb (a Moroccan phone book) is affirmative action. Therefore, contrary to the established cliché, Tzipper is not at all a man of literature, and has never been a man of literature - but a politician. His current deviation into the political field is not a whim, but a response to the deep trend that drives him - manipulation in the field. For who is a greater manipulator of systems, and on the other hand devoid of any intrinsic value, than Bibi? Tzipper is the Machiavelli of Hebrew literature, and his contribution to it in the long run will be remembered as negative, especially because he was only interested in the short term. The emperor will be forgotten, while the masterpieces written during his reign (forty years I was weary of that generation, and said, "They are a people who err in their hearts, and they do not know My ways") - will be remembered.

5 - The News

The news: functioning. More or less. In the print edition. This in itself shouldn't have been news or headlines, but days have come in Haaretz when if something isn't deteriorating, that in itself is already news - and a sensational headline. After all, the headlines in the online edition are clickbait, meaning traps designed to deceive the reader. It works once. Twice. A hundred times. On the thousandth time - even the dumbest reader no longer clicks. And who's left? Who becomes Haaretz's audience? The square of dumb. Every newspaper deserves the readership worthy of it, and who said Haaretz isn't opening up to new audiences.

And the commentary? Yossi Verter is becoming a kind of Uri Klein of politics - always the same good merchandise, under the same fixed assumptions, but for twenty years now, and the Bitch is satisfied but not impressed. Amos Harel is okay, but he's not as brilliant as Amir Oren (whose disappearance mystery the Bitch solvedhere\- thanks to her developed sense of smell). Other "commentators" like Chemi Shalev have long since sold their pens to an agenda, and the only enjoyment from reading Chemi is seeing how the Trump phenomenon slaps him in the face again and again (and again. And again!), and he doesn't learn. Simply abuse of reality on our correspondent in Washington - the land of unlimited interpretations. Just like the American Democratic left, which he diligently voices with complete lack of self-awareness (that is - typical), under the guise of legitimate news commentary. Pach [Translator's note: "tin" in Hebrew] is short for pachhhh [Translator's note: an expression of disdain].

4 - The Magazine

Under the leadership of Uri "Shchori" [Translator's note: a play on the word "black" in Hebrew] Mark (here) the magazine maintains a sick but stable condition. One of the questions that always personally bothers me as a canine soul in such cases is this: Does Uri Mark know that he's producing a mediocre minus magazine, and is trying to improve it to the best of his ability, or does he think the magazine is excellent and is proud of it (the monkey in its mother's eyes - is a deer), and doesn't understand at all what the dogs want from his life? In almost every magazine there's still at least one article worth reading, and in almost every magazine there's all the rest. Does "Shchori" Mark think that if only he had the resources and writers from the classic period of the magazine, and that he's not managing to produce a better product because of the constraints, or does he really think he's producing a wonderful magazine that continues the tradition of the past - and doesn't just parasitically suck credit from it, until the credit dries up? Even 20 Questions is deteriorating with flattery to the deteriorating audience itself (isn't it a modest demand to learn something of value - even modest - from each question? Because most questions have one fixed answer: interesting to my grandma). And this is just a typical example of what's happening to almost all the columns. The magazine combines a kind of inertia of a ship, along with a general feeling of the sinking of Haaretz's flagship. And the captain, as known, is the last to leave (no doubt he's a good guy).

On the other hand, "From the Famous" is a brilliant idea, which deserved to be expanded, and like in "Alaxon Classic" to publish classic articles from the magazine's past days, or just historical articles that will show the gap between present consciousness and the past, or the real-time response to significant past events. If your tradition surpasses your present achievements - reminisce about it and use it - especially in front of a generation that didn't know Joseph. For example, the selected letters published by Dov Alfon from the magazine under his editorship. And by the way, if there's one thing that can make the Bitch come home with the newspaper in her mouth and her tail between her legs, it's bringing back Dov Alfon! An excellent editor both in Haaretz and in Alaxon - which shows that the editor makes the newspaper.

Continuation of the all-time "Haaretz" ranking - bottom of the table

Haaretz Critique

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The Degeneration of the Nation

Summary of "Haaretz" ranking (top of the table): If you believe it can be ruined, believe it can be fixed

People ask me: What's the reason for the drying up of the Bitch's critical spring? Has the newspaper improved so much that there's nothing left to criticize? Why have you abandoned your post while the caravan passes? Return to your kennel, Bitch. Therefore, as a service to dog owners, provided by the Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, I will present Haaretz from a satellite view: an in-depth cross-section, a broad picture, and a general horizontal overview of the newspaper's state, which reflects the state of Israeli intelligence, which reflects the state of the Jewish nation, which reflects the state of creation, the breaking of vessels and destruction, which reflect the existential state of the dog. If there are no bones - eat meat

By: The Bitch

The criticized in the eyes of criticism - and criticism in the eyes of the criticized  (Source)

Recently, the Bitch has encountered a kind of professional confusion, which might be called critical confusion, which is at the root of the decrease in critiques. She has no strength to read the newspaper. It's deteriorating. It's at a low level. Below the red line (the bottom one! And sometimes even below the bottom line). It's boring and it's even boring to write about it. To criticize - one needs to see value in the criticized, and that's becoming difficult. To bite, you need meat, and only bones are left to throw to the dogs, and it's hard to find taste in that (yes, what do you think? Dogs need proteins too).

The result is that I'm exposed less and less to Haaretz and to current affairs in general, and on the other hand, I'm experiencing a corrective process, which I can only call: detoxification. The brain is more creative, less need for passive information pushed at me, and even when I do - even my Facebook is at a higher level than the newspaper (but that's only because I did "see first" for the right people and pages). How was I addicted to this garbage for so many years? From a young age, I saw my grandfather reading a newspaper in his grandfather's armchair, and it turns out that I will no longer be a grandmother reading a newspaper in a grandmother's armchair. I might write a few more final critiques to clear the table of the pile of unread newspapers accumulating on it, and from there I'll move on to alternatives to newspapers for thinking people - for thinking people.

Therefore, in honor of the end of the school year - I decided to give grades to the newspaper. A kind of summary report card (a farewell card?), from the good (relatively) to the bad (not relatively). The grades are out of 10:

6 - Tzipper

The Culture and Literature supplement has long ceased to be a culture and literature supplement, but rather Tzipper [Translator's note: Benny Zipper, the editor of the supplement]. We're talking about an editor whose job is very easy, as all Israeli literary and cultural discourse funnels to him, and he also has the heavenly mandate to publish any work from any period of world culture (!), and still produces mediocre plus (and sometimes minus) work. His identification with his chair has become similar to Bibi's [Translator's note: Benjamin Netanyahu] identification with his chair, and it's no wonder that nothing remains in either of them except the chair. Therefore, on the day they lose their chairs, Tzipper and Bibi will be quickly forgotten, but will anything remain of the chair itself? The entire future of the supplement rests on one question: who is the next editor. Another second-rate editor will bring about the end of the supplement as an institution, whereas a first-rate literary figure can renew its glory days and inject new life into Hebrew culture. Maybe Assaf Inbari? And the paws tremble on the keyboard: maybe Oded Carmeli, whose star has recently risen in Haaretz supplement, wouldn't be so terrible? This is the question of the year in the Israeli literary republic, which of course is afraid to discuss it, and leaves the discussion to the dogs (here).

In matters not related to literature, stagnation rules the supplement. The cultural part of the culture and literature supplement is its weakest part, and is mostly entrusted to third-rate academics (sometimes charlatans like Yigal Ben-Nun and often moldy ones who had the misfortune to research Eastern Jewry), and its entire purpose is to provide a boring background to the more colorful literature, like a peeling gray wall for a painting. A typical example of this is the weekly Torah portion column (yes, I know it's only interesting to former Ulpana [Translator's note: religious girls' high school] girls and current bitches - not a common combination). Once it was a regular column by the excellent Y.Z. Meir (who started with a Zoharic spark and ended up as a full-fledged researcher and sorcerer), replaced by the intellectually challenging Yair Caspi, apparently too much so (a kind of one-man Jewish-psychological school). So he was fired at record-breaking scandalous speed in favor of the okay Ariel Seri-Levi (mediocre and reasonable Bible research) who was replaced in favor of the current disgrace (former Ulpana girl? I stopped reading. More boring than an Ulpana weekly Torah portion page) - and all this just because Tzipper decided to do affirmative action for women (yes, pathetic), and because it's the part of the supplement that doesn't interest anyone (and today not even any woman), so who cares (I do!) - let's sacrifice it to Moloch.

Opposite the niche Shabbat bulletin for Ulpana-bitches stands firmly as a rock a #niche blog completely uninteresting to anyone who doesn't live within the borders of Tel Aviv, a.k.a. the boundaries of the universe. Why isn't this in Haaretz Blogs? Because they quote half a poem and a quarter name-dropping? Because we too are "Benjamin" and Tel Aviv is also Paris? Apparently to indicate that "wandering" (once a matter for the police) has turned from folly to culture. So why not really change the name of the supplement to Folly and Literature? The ratio between the profound real estate devaluation in Tzipper's supplement to its prestige (which stems from its rarity, not its quality) is pure gentrification of imported trends at the expense of real culture. In the continued decree of who-cares, only the column that it's a shame doesn't close both eyes competes. Uzi Zur is everything that's bad in Israeli art criticism, which thinks it's literature, and has no connection to either criticism or art - and also, unfortunately, not to literature (despite some of his more direct attempts on the subject). After the damage of abandoning criticism to Zur, the mediocre illustrations (mostly) by the permanent house illustrator, instead of choosing from Israeli art, or at least art history, are collateral damage. And who's a cannon? Yonatan Hirschfeld. So why - you'll ask - does he have a miniature column in the format of a wadi [Translator's note: dry riverbed], compared to the river of Zur's outpourings or the extensive space for research on correspondence between the gabbaim [Translator's note: synagogue managers] of the Turkmenistan community to Turks from the Gabbah-stan community?

Because with Tzipper - and this is his big secret - it's never all bad, there's always an alibi for the crime (against culture?), and there's always something to read in the content. But the considerations, oh, the considerations. The preferences of the content, namely the form of the supplement and its editing - are fundamentally distorted, not because of differences in taste and judgment (if only), but because of the corruption of judgment and taste. These random points reviewed above, among many others, join as a kind of synecdochic examples to Tzipper's deep editorial rationale, who is a great follower of the institutional theory in aesthetics (and thus also perceives his own institution - as a political institution - and as a cultural gate that shapes and doesn't reflect it), but even more so - of Foucauldian-power thinking about culture. Tzipper doesn't believe that things (for example - poems) have value in themselves, intrinsic, but everything is measured as a lever within the system (and therefore the creator is often more important to him than the creation). A masterpiece in the Tzipperian conception is not such because of its internal power, but because of its influence, and Hassan is not an important poet because of the aesthetics of his poetry, but because of its effect. The number of talkbacks is what turns a graphomaniac into Alterman. And even a boring list about a list of names from the Maghreb (a Moroccan phone book) is affirmative action. Therefore, contrary to the established cliché, Tzipper is not at all a man of literature, and has never been a man of literature - but a politician. His current deviation into the political field is not a whim, but a response to the deep trend that drives him - manipulation in the field. For who is a greater manipulator of systems, and on the other hand devoid of any intrinsic value, than Bibi? Tzipper is the Machiavelli of Hebrew literature, and his contribution to it in the long run will be remembered as negative, especially because he was only interested in the short term. The emperor will be forgotten, while the masterpieces written during his reign (forty years I was weary of that generation, and said, "They are a people who err in their hearts, and they do not know My ways") - will be remembered.

5 - The News

The news: functioning. More or less. In the print edition. This in itself shouldn't have been news or headlines, but days have come in Haaretz when if something isn't deteriorating, that in itself is already news - and a sensational headline. After all, the headlines in the online edition are clickbait, meaning traps designed to deceive the reader. It works once. Twice. A hundred times. On the thousandth time - even the dumbest reader no longer clicks. And who's left? Who becomes Haaretz's audience? The square of dumb. Every newspaper deserves the readership worthy of it, and who said Haaretz isn't opening up to new audiences.

And the commentary? Yossi Verter is becoming a kind of Uri Klein of politics - always the same good merchandise, under the same fixed assumptions, but for twenty years now, and the Bitch is satisfied but not impressed. Amos Harel is okay, but he's not as brilliant as Amir Oren (whose disappearance mystery the Bitch solvedhere- thanks to her developed sense of smell). Other "commentators" like Chemi Shalev have long since sold their pens to an agenda, and the only enjoyment from reading Chemi is seeing how the Trump phenomenon slaps him in the face again and again (and again. And again!), and he doesn't learn. Simply abuse of reality on our correspondent in Washington - the land of unlimited interpretations. Just like the American Democratic left, which he diligently voices with complete lack of self-awareness (that is - typical), under the guise of legitimate news commentary. Pach [Translator's note: "tin" in Hebrew] is short for pachhhh [Translator's note: an expression of disdain].

4 - The Magazine

Under the leadership of Uri "Shchori" [Translator's note: a play on the word "black" in Hebrew] Mark (here) the magazine maintains a sick but stable condition. One of the questions that always personally bothers me as a canine soul in such cases is this: Does Uri Mark know that he's producing a mediocre minus magazine, and is trying to improve it to the best of his ability, or does he think the magazine is excellent and is proud of it (the monkey in its mother's eyes - is a deer), and doesn't understand at all what the dogs want from his life? In almost every magazine there's still at least one article worth reading, and in almost every magazine there's all the rest. Does "Shchori" Mark think that if only he had the resources and writers from the classic period of the magazine, and that he's not managing to produce a better product because of the constraints, or does he really think he's producing a wonderful magazine that continues the tradition of the past - and doesn't just parasitically suck credit from it, until the credit dries up? Even 20 Questions is deteriorating with flattery to the deteriorating audience itself (isn't it a modest demand to learn something of value - even modest - from each question? Because most questions have one fixed answer: interesting to my grandma). And this is just a typical example of what's happening to almost all the columns. The magazine combines a kind of inertia of a ship, along with a general feeling of the sinking of Haaretz's flagship. And the captain, as known, is the last to leave (no doubt he's a good guy).

On the other hand, "From the Famous" is a brilliant idea, which deserved to be expanded, and like in "Alaxon Classic" to publish classic articles from the magazine's past days, or just historical articles that will show the gap between present consciousness and the past, or the real-time response to significant past events. If your tradition surpasses your present achievements - reminisce about it and use it - especially in front of a generation that didn't know Joseph. For example, the selected letters published by Dov Alfon from the magazine under his editorship. And by the way, if there's one thing that can make the Bitch come home with the newspaper in her mouth and her tail between her legs, it's bringing back Dov Alfon! An excellent editor both in Haaretz and in Alaxon - which shows that the editor makes the newspaper.

Continuation of the all-time "Haaretz" ranking - bottom of the table

Haaretz Critique


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The Degeneration of the Nation

How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love Conversion Therapy

What would your mother say, if she were alive, that you've turned into an animal? And if it starts like this, all men will pretend to be cats, everyone would prefer a cat's life after all, and what will the women do? It's already hard to even imagine, because there's a feeling that if we dare to imagine, something shocking will come to mind. Something that's better not to imagine at all. Not to give ideas. No no, it's not personal, if we give in to you - it always starts with the first cat - and ends in a snowball of fur and howls, and the cat will start to gain momentum, and it will end in revolution. The end of humanity

By: Cable Converter

"A convert who reveals himself is like an idolater in every respect" - Jerusalem Talmud (Source)

I dreamed they were telling me what's this, society can't finance a person pretending to be a cat. Why should we pay taxes for you to eat from a bowl? You've only repressed the inner human within you, with which you were born. Out of disregard for the tremendous literary potential of the human soul, you write that you're a cat and throw the great human spirit in the trash, as if it's a trivial matter, and it offends us personally. You weren't meant to be just a cat - but the crown of creation, like us. What would your mother say, if she were alive, that you've turned into an animal? And if it starts like this, all men will pretend to be cats, everyone would prefer a cat's life after all, and what will the women do? It's already hard to even imagine, because there's a feeling that if we dare to imagine, something shocking will come to mind. Something that's better not to imagine at all. Not to give ideas. No no, it's not personal, if we give in to you - it always starts with the first cat - and ends in a snowball of fur and howls, and the cat will start to gain momentum, and it will end in revolution. The end of humanity. Because they're already talking about post-humanism. But we always thought it would be something truly amazing, like artificial intelligence, or a network of minds, or a superhuman. And here's how the world ends: with a cat.

And they send me to cat conversion therapy, to turn me into a human. Or more precisely, to return me to the humanity I lost along the way, and couldn't find my way back. Because we were all born equal, we're all human beings regardless of religion, race, and tail. Here, they pat my head, you too were created in God's image. And you want to tell me that God has a tail? And anyway, you really need this in this crisis state, between cat and human, you must have professional support to help you understand if you really want to be a cat. To find your true inner self, in case you got confused, because maybe you started meowing for fun, just like that in front of the mirror, and then convinced yourself that you're really a cat. It happens, there are very famous people on TV, whom we all know, who were once convinced they were cats - and look where they are today, as human beings. Therapy will do you good, invest a little in yourself. Just 500 shekels an hour to give someone to listen to your howls. Let them all out - and you'll discover that after you've run out of all your howls, you're left a human. That's the power of talk therapy, which works best in howl therapy. Freud was a genius, a creative giant, and most importantly - a mensch [Yiddish: a person of integrity and honor]. The most important thing is to be human.

And the psychocat, the psychologist specializing in cats, is actually very nice, and starts playing cat and mouse with me. And every time we play and I chase after the mouse and he hides it, and tells me: I'll give you the mouse, if you just do one small thing, what do you care. Instead of eating from the bowl - eat from the plate. Instead of chasing and killing a cockroach - scream in fear. Instead of growing fur - grow baldness. Slowly like this - until he turns me into a real human. And he presents me at a conference as an example of successful conversion. A therapeutic breakthrough, contrary to all prejudices against conversions: look here at a miserable cat - who became a happy human. Look how he sits here in the audience, without you even being able to identify him, and will immediately go up on stage - not on all fours - and answer questions - and not in howls. He advances a slide in the presentation, and it says: The victory of science over cat syndrome, and the excited audience applauds, and he moves the arrow sign to click, and here I see: he's holding a mouse in his hand! And I leap from my seat, jump over the heads of the scientists, make a leap for the stage, knock over the computer - and stand on the table excited (on two legs, as I've learned well!) - holding the mouse in my mouth. And although everyone is open-mouthed at the performance - no one applauds me.

And they tell me that I'm a case of the type that requires deep treatment, because conversion from a cat is not just an external matter, it's really a religious conversion. A cat is a spiritual disease. And they start taking me to a certified rabbinic converter, who has already converted a Muslim to Christianity, and a converted Christian back to Judaism, and they say that one day he will be able to solve the conflict - so a cat is small for him. And they say he converts from all religions to all religions in the world, while maintaining file quality (and even improving it!). For him it's really a game: he converts a Buddhist to Shintoist to Taoist to Hindu and then back to Buddhist, just for morning practice. Then at noon he converts a letter, for example if he feels like changing 'g' to 'a', and then Agnon [famous Israeli author] becomes Ganon and if you try hard you'll see that you have a good many reasons to approach in order to reach the level of great revelation in conversion like him, you black disgusting cat, round and repulsive. And then in the evening, after converting 'a' and 'g' back, he plays before sleep with converting secular people, from capitalist to feminist to securitist to relativist to startupist to humanist to massagist, and falls asleep with a pampering massage. And they tell me: Mr. Cat, if he doesn't wean you off your howls - no one will help anymore.

And I come to the converting Admor [Hasidic leader] in the morning, just as a transvestite who was there at night is leaving his room, and say: Our master, our converter and our rabbi, please convert me, if you can, to an attractive and successful and rich man. And the converting rabbi says: It doesn't work like that. First, you need to want to be a man. As a man, you'll already want to be attractive. And to be attractive you'll want to succeed. And then you'll work like crazy to be rich. And then if you're rich - you can afford to be a cat, like you always dreamed. That is, if you want to be a cat in your dream, you need to want to be a man in reality. That's how capitalism works. Who is rich? He who is happy with his cat, right? You understand? And I say with a bewildered look: Meow? And he rocks in his chair: Or did you want me to convert you to socialism, why didn't you say so?

And he starts to chant in the tune of a Talmudic argument: Do you have a dream? Yes. A dream to be equal like everyone? Of course. Meaning a dream to be like him? Obviously. That is - a dream that he will be like you? Right. But then - if you're a cat he can't be like you, and therefore you need to be a human like him - and then - his dream will also be to be like you! And so we'll live in an egalitarian society, like we all dream of living in (including cats! They too want the same thing as everyone, because we want an egalitarian society, right?). And then, in that egalitarian paradise, or then, you'll merit the greatest of all honor in this world - they will no longer discriminate against you on feline grounds. Or maybe you want a feminist explanation?

And the meow that I slip into the stream of words doesn't even disturb him for a moment to continue: That is, you understand, people think that conversion is really something difficult and terrible, because things are so different and solid in their skull, but the truth is, they're not as different as secular people imagine. You need to understand that the brain internally is plastic and fluid, and that the world is dreamlike. That all the difference between a human and a cat is just the external mold, and therefore if you've reached fluid consciousness you can turn twice a minute from cat to human and vice versa - as needed - and no one will care who you are, and especially those who really care who you are, and ask who is this black circle, instead of asking what it is. Because it only seems like all these -isms are contradictory, in square minds, but really all these ideologies are the same, if you have a round-shaped mind. Because what's the problem with all the secular people? That they haven't learned the doctrine of reincarnations, and don't understand circles. After all, it's written in the holy books that a man's soul can reincarnate in a woman, and vice versa, and a soul can even reincarnate in an animal, for example a cat, and why shouldn't a soul reincarnate in a circle? Is there anything more suitable than a circle for reincarnation?

And I look at the converting Admor and meow enthusiastically: Meow, meow!! And he continues passionately: What do you think, if Rabbi Shach [prominent ultra-Orthodox rabbi] had been in ancient Greece, wouldn't he have been gay and an Epicurean? And what do you think, if Plato had been born ultra-Orthodox, wouldn't he have been Rabbi Shach? And if a cat was born a circle, wouldn't it meow? And if Rabbi Shach had been born a dog, wouldn't he bite? And if a circle was born black, doesn't it turn? In short, anyone who claims something, if they were born the opposite, they would claim the opposite. This is the secret of opposite tendencies. He only thinks he determines what he thinks, but the truth is that the secret of reincarnations is thousands of times stronger than him. And if only people understood that they reincarnate, then even in this incarnation they would give respect to cats. Not to mention circles.

And I purr with satisfaction, and he too is very pleased and continues: Bibi [Netanyahu] would have been a Hamas member if he had been born Palestinian, and if Arafat had been Jewish he would have been Kahane [far-right Israeli politician]. So relax. There's no contradiction between cat and human. You understand, you can be human! There's no contradiction between gay and straight. How could there be? There's no contradiction even between man and woman! There's not even a contradiction between Jew and Arab, at most you'll be a self-hating Jew, meaning an excellent Jew. This is the true consciousness of the Messianic era, the dreamlike consciousness. Because every circle at night is black, and you can't be the same cat twice, just as you can't dream the same dream twice, unlike the moralists, for whom it's always the same thing. Or at most a lady in a different dress, and you just need to lift the skirt - and voila! Underneath the same naked ex-wife. Because feminist and chauvinist are the same bullshit. And right-wing and left-wing - the same boredom. Have you ever heard of someone who got bored in their own dream? And on the other hand people's lives are so boring, that they're just waiting between scandal and scandal.

And he strokes my head, exactly as I like, and explains in a caressing voice: You know why? Because they've never really undergone transformation. They're just realizing themselves, and what's more boring than realizing yourself? Imagine if one year they decided they were Kahanist, and the second year Arab, and the third year a dog, and the fourth year an ultra-Orthodox who's afraid of dogs. You understand what rich consciousness they would have - for the poor in spirit? This is the secret we should have learned from the Christians, where Jesus turns into bread. Why shouldn't Moses turn into matzah? Or an egg in cholent? Or even kugel?

And the converter takes drops of water, and says: I apologize because I know how much cats love water, but this isn't water but I've converted it to milk, as cats love. And he sprinkles: In the name of the Father, the Son and the Spirit of the Age, I convert you to a super-human: cathuman. And purify you from the original sin of antiquity and genetics. And what will racism do in a world where every person can be a new race, blood that has never flowed before? A completely original creature, a new species! A thousand times more than being gay. Or straight. Go to hell with all your identities, and your politics, which are always pushing in between my lines for urgent conversions, especially if they bet on the wrong identity - that went out of fashion. Identity is such an oppressive thing 1=1=1, identity is the most trivial relation that human logic invented, and precisely for that reason it's so popular today, because I am me is me is me. Today instead of people having a soul, that goes through reincarnations, they have an identity. And they vote according to their identity and identify with all kinds of people in the news, in the stupid series, they even judge literature by identification, the fools - and they've even turned Judaism into an identity. Horrible. And just be careful - that they don't turn catness into a cat identity. And he howls at the top of his voice: Meeeeeow!

And I listen to the rabbi-cat mesmerized, and he continues to teach me the laws of cats: Therefore - don't be another victim of identity politics. You need to be both for Bibi and against him. To identify with everyone - is to identify with the Creator of the world. Because the logical enemy of identity is imagination - you need to live the dream. To turn and flip like a proud circle around your axis - a thousand times a day. Once, in the classical world, there were metamorphoses, they believed in change, it was a central narrative, the gods themselves would disguise themselves, and whoever believes in God certainly needs to believe that everything is possible, everything is a miracle, everything is Purim, and its opposite. Once, the mystics would investigate their reincarnations throughout the generations, and understand themselves as composed of characters, and if for example a murderer or rapist reincarnated in you - you correct his soul, and if a barren woman reincarnated in you - that explains a few things, right? - and so all the tendencies and contradictions in your personality... You understand what rich psychology they had? Today if you claim you're a cat they'll laugh at you, and it will be considered a flawed narrative. But this is the solution to all tensions and conflicts, this is the inner essence of the Torah: conversion, conversion, conversion! And I say: Meow? And he says: Now ask what. And I say: What? And he says: You see? And now ask meow. And I say: Meow? And he says: Excellent. When you leave this room, ask them what. But between us we know that you're really a cat and really the intention is meow. Understand? And I say: What? And he opens the door wide and shouts: Next in line - for the converting Baba [wise man]!

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The Degeneration of the Nation

Transhumanism: On the Advantages of Writing as a Man

Utterly erase the memory of Amalek

By: Reuven Bilhah

Gender Revolution: The Solution to Hebrew's Sexmaniacs  (Source)

I remember the first time I wrote in the masculine form. I thought it would be interesting to see the world from an opposite perspective, at a low cost, and I even opened a male profile in the ultimate battle of the sexes arena: a dating site. And what did I discover? That there is no transformation more liberating to consciousness than liberation from the gendered point of view (recommended exercise). For some reason, all the shackles imposed on us by man - as poor, as Mizrahi [Translator's note: Jews of Middle Eastern or North African descent], as Black, as women, as natives of Netanya, as underprivileged, as minorities (and sorry if I'm offending a victim group I didn't mention!) - are perceived as constraining and harmful, and even as prejudices and primitive social structures that must be overcome. But the shackles imposed on us by nature are perceived in the secular world as our identity, and are adopted without reservation, simply as who we are. I am a woman! I am Black! I am a cat! Not to mention, for example, the very fact of our having a body, or our existence in the present time. It is precisely the most radical possibilities of freedom that are never raised as a banner of struggle by freedom activists, but perhaps only by literary people, and in the age of realism and autofiction - even that less and less. And all this, precisely when technology allows us to free ourselves from our (random and unoriginal) identity more and more. We are becoming more and more concrete, exposed, documented, categorized (I'm an Eastern cat!) and photographed, exactly when we could disappear, dissolve, become a stream, words. Why?

Was it always like this? Once we had a soul (or nine), which could reincarnate in the opposite sex, in a dog, in a mouse, or even in an inanimate object. We were a complex structure of NRN ChY [Translator's note: Hebrew acronym for different levels of the soul in Kabbalah], not just a body. When we were still one of God's modes - we didn't feel the need to replace God either. Does the currently insatiable need for people to judge others on Facebook not stem from a desire for a substitute for the existence of a judge from above? After all, what are we demanding? Exactly what God once provided - justice. If possible in life, and if not - we'll settle for posthumous retribution, or for slaughtering cows (and bulls) and smashing idols, if we are idol worshippers. If there is historical justice - let it appear immediately! Because if there is no belief in the soul of man - then there is the name of man. There is verbal discourse, which is the judge.

This is not just a secular disease. The same righteousness privatized to the individual also causes religious people to judge others instead of God - and isn't this a sign of loss of trust and faith in the divine perspective itself? And if the divine, all-encompassing perspective is lost to us, instead of replacing it with the perspective of discourse, of what-will-they-say, of the language system and media chatter, everything called lashon hara [Translator's note: evil speech or gossip in Judaism], wouldn't we want to build a system of good rewards? After all, bad rewards are not so effective on humans, and they mainly create hostility and not learning. While good incentives are better even for eradicating bad behavior, the best way to deal with which is not to deal with it, but to distance oneself from it: Turn away from evil - and do good. In short, wouldn't we want to build a learning system?

What is the most important lesson for a teenager to learn, which we currently do not teach? It's called basic neurological education - and it goes something like this: The human brain is a very complex learning system, far from evolutionary optimization. It's not a dolphin's fin that has reached a perfect shape. Almost every person has different quirks in different parts of the system. It can be in facial recognition or a weak sense of smell, but it can be in any area and any neurotransmitter, including the most emotional and basic ones. Therefore, the first thing to know is that people can be very different from you even if you speak the same language - not only in their knowledge and understanding, but in their method. "The reasonable person" is a narcissistic fiction. Don't put yourself in anyone's place - even if you reach their place. About a third of the population suffers from a significant brain disorder that greatly affects their ability to realize potential, and about a tenth (not a few!) are really psychos (this is the statistic of personality disorder in the population). And at the extremes, although it's a phenomenon of one in a few dozen - people can be completely psychotic, off the scale. You really don't want to get close to these people. Not as partners, not as bosses, not as friends, not as in-laws, not as associates, not in business, and not as leaders. Marry a guy from the other two-thirds, otherwise you'll get it with the kids too. There's always a genetic component to this. On the other hand, there isn't always a gender component. If you just open a profile of the opposite sex on a site - your horizons are guaranteed to expand. Homework for building a home.

In addition, changes in the adult brain are really slow, relative, and tend to revert back to the same patterns. It's not really a flexible learning machine. It's built for intellectual flexibility, and a person can learn many new skills and knowledge, but not for emotional, personality, or processing ability flexibility: the brain's method changes little and very slowly. Intelligence is not a physical constant, but it is certainly more or less constant in a person's life. The software data will change, but the processor will change only a little, and so will the operating system. Don't believe in psychological treatment, in change, in love that conquers all - believe in the brain. In psychological compatibility from the start. Humans are capable of very little psychological learning, as their psychology is mostly built on pre-human programming in deep areas and circuits in the brain (all kinds of nuclei). A system is not built to change its own motivations, motives and impulses. Instead, take advantage of the human cortex's ability, especially the prefrontal, to learn. You don't have a more developed emotional world than an elephant or a whale. It's only your learning that's more developed.

In other words, what are humans? They're not people. They're variations on the human brain. We're all some kind of learning machine full of bugs, modes of that ancient evolutionary learning, and modes of man. It's not personal if someone is against you - that's how they are. Built. That's their brain. You're messed up in other ways, perhaps (hopefully?) less harmful to others. What has changed and developed over time? Not the brains. People are born with the same neurological variations and differences, again and again, generation after generation. Where does learning take place? Not in the person himself (he dies in the end), but in the primordial internet of man - in culture. As a human, evolution is not relevant to you. You got the brain you got. Generally speaking, it's a waste of your time to fight it, just as it's a waste to fight your body. You have a physiology of a fat person - so you're fat. You're dark-skinned - so you're Black. Born with a tail and whiskers? Maybe you're a cat. You can only free yourself from yourself in culture. Only in words. For example in literature. Only there can you be a dog. Or a man. And only there does significant learning take place. It's worth shifting the focus to what does change. It's not your brain that gives you freedom - it's culture. Only in it does real freedom exist, and real learning, and only in it (surprisingly) does even justice after death exist. This afterlife is called canon, and paradise - high culture.

And how do we promote cultural learning? Not by punishing the idiots. The conformists. The boring ones. It's a waste to deal with them - turn away from evil. But by positive reinforcement and incentive for cultural progress. Every time I mention Kant, I'm not just name-dropping, but choosing to admire him, to continue his soul (even in the very fact that I chose to mention Kant here, and not say Hegel). All the fools from history, the mediocre writers, the righteous bores - can simply be forgotten. No need to punish. What a liberation! No need to punish anyone. No need to criticize anyone. Learning will forget them on its own. Learning is God and it is the supreme judge. It's enough that we mention the great artists, and read the eminent writers, and thus ensure their afterlife. The mention of the souls of the wise and righteous - is the continuation of their souls. He who brings a matter in the name of its sayer - brings redemption to the world. Therefore, not everything is personal. In fact, nothing is personal. Because there are no people. There are only brains, some more successful, some less. The idea of the individual is a (cultural) fiction and therefore one can only refer to the cultural contribution. It doesn't matter if Kant fulfilled the categorical imperative - he invented it. One can bet that in the next thousand years, learning machines much more sophisticated than the messed up and uninstallable human brain will walk here. Then maybe we can talk about optimization. It's a waste to focus now on straightening a crooked tree, instead of planting a new tree, which will be a more successful mode of the learning god. Learning is Spinoza's updated god, and we are all modes of learning.

What should be done in literary or cultural criticism? Praise something that hasn't received the praise it deserves. If you've clarified a spark from the selection - tell the world. How do we know that the learning god works, and it's not an idol? Through the fact that the cultural canon works. Agreement, not disagreement, is the root of learning. The desire to cling to the personal is a primitive bias and a cognitive relic of hunter-gatherer society, where it was very important to get back at Moishe. In the verbal society of Facebook, everything will be forgotten anyway. It's a waste of energy to deal with Moishe. The moment there is no learning - nothing has long-term meaning. The philosophy of language may have known how to care for meaning, but not for meaningfulness, and when there is no future meaning, even the present meaning is worthless. All the literary-artistic discourse today is of zero value, because it is discourse and not a learning system (unlike the past, when the system was built differently. This is not related to the loss of the center but to the loss of the algorithm). And unlike all kinds of theories of reception and rejection and power and institutions - the value of all these in the long term, the learning term - is ridiculous.

Discourse is for the mediocre, as an intermediate mediating and averaging system, and its results are mediocrity, and all the thought about discourse as a power system is so disconnected from the zero power of language on reality and on the future. What influences? Methods. Innovations. Breakthroughs. Learning directions. Therefore, your level of interest in what doesn't interest you, that is, what you don't consider worthy of future engagement, should be non-existent. It's a waste to invest a single second in Bibi [Translator's note: nickname for Benjamin Netanyahu, Israel's Prime Minister]. He will fade. He is a distinct man of language, of discourse, and not of learning. His power is in his mouth, and not in leading a method or even a move, let alone any innovation, as opposed to a neologism (verbal). He sells pickles. Bibi is a distinct leader of the philosophy of language, and therefore he is entirely focused on what will be said in the media (to the point of madness and crime). That's why he's also so successful on Facebook, which is a distinct media of the philosophy of language. Even the hand got meaning in it only as a sign - like. And the resemblance to the Colosseum, with the instincts of watching blood amusing the bored masses, is not accidental. This is the archetype. We haven't seen ketchup!

So what am I doing on Facebook? The most common response I get on Facebook is: TL;DR [Too Long; Didn't Read]. There are people who just write TL;DR. And there are those who invest in a long response whose TL;DR is TL;DR, and there are quite a few who even invest in special TL;DR gifs. At first, the need to express the TL;DR seemed very strange to me. You didn't read - you didn't read. Why, actually, do you need to declare it? Does the very length of the text cognitively humiliate you? After all, the TL;DR argument is actually quite strange, since any non-Facebook text I read is much longer than any "Bilhah post" (well, okay. Most of them), and in fact the argument sounds more like its opposite: "I haven't read (a book in two years) - too long (for my poor brain)". The social and cultural hostility to long texts is certainly an issue here, as Facebook is the home turf of low culture, and it is not polite to dirty the living room with a text more complex than a carpet. But some of the TL;DR shouters still tag their friends to read the text and TL;DR it for them, as if the anxiety that they are unable to read grips them, and then if someone TL;DRs for them in a stupid sentence - they thank him wholeheartedly and are relieved. That is, as if the purpose of the TL;DR is broader than any specific text (which was not read of course): to find justification and alibi for the fact that one does not *need* to read, that there is no need for this thing called reading (and the anxiety is that there are indeed things that need to be read in the world). Funnier than them are those who ask me to shorten the text, or to TL;DR it for them. These responses are so common that I considered responding to stupid posts with "Too Short; Didn't Read" (but my time is too precious - I didn't respond).

The biggest (and strangest) mistake that the TL;DR people (formerly the People of the Book) make is the assumption that I wrote the text for them. As if someone would invest in writing such a text for "Facebook glory", discourse, or communication with another person. My interest in communication is zero, and the thinking that the purpose of a text is communication doesn't hold water, and probably doesn't produce particularly excellent texts either (although probably very short ones!). Just as a work of art is not visual communication, so I write my texts for myself, and it seems to me that this is true for the other writers on the site (which is closed to comments, and opposes the discourse of comments and talkbacks. Does anyone still believe in discourse after Facebook?). Writing is a way to develop ideas and evolve, that is, a learning method. And publication is an invitation to anyone interested, that is, to whom it is relevant to the root of their soul, to follow the internal development of ideas in Bilhah, that is, to learn a way of thinking, and perhaps develop it further in their own products. The publication is for the sake of general learning (or if we want a more pompous name - culture), and not for any specific person. It's really not personal and not an issue. And not discourse. It's learning.

And what do I get from Facebook? Like 90% of people (that is, like the normal person) I don't respond (what motivates people to respond when a post has a half-life of two hours?), and sometimes I clarify sparks. I edit the "Posts of the Week" section and upload quality content that came to me from Facebook (and sometimes instead of responding). And I wish every week even one post would come to me that's worth uploading to the pantheon of Posts of the Week. And like everyone else, I pray for the destruction of Facebook, and for the removal of the kingdom of evil from the earth speedily in our days, amen. Existence on Facebook is existence in exile, and as such it is from the outset a regrettable necessity, expected to suffer injuries, blockages, lynchings, pogroms, and confinement in a ghetto. And the real land, to which I always prefer to return, is The Degeneration of the Nation. Because the site is not a means of communication - but a means of learning. A home for the students of the late Netanyahite teacher, for cross-fertilization and development of ideas, forms of writing and learning theory. You are invited to follow the development of the school in real time, with developments over about two years already documented in it in hundreds of thousands of words, in every possible field of knowledge. Too long - didn't read.

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The Degeneration of the Nation

The Great Novel of the Next Century

All great literature is built on the collision of human motivations and drives (vectors). Therefore, to know what conflict the great literature of the generation should address, one must understand the strongest vectors of the era, examine how they can collide, and what happens then. Usually, it's the rise of a new vector that replaces the old ones and collides with them powerfully, preferably in an internal conflict and not just an external one. Or in a conflict of the tragic kind, where human desires and vectors collide with a reality stronger than them, above them

By: Houellebecq 2.0

Cupid's arrow as a vector of the heart (Source)

The stronger the vector - the more it creates, regardless of what it's directed at (aliens could have an enormous attraction to green triangles and great literature would be created around it, which we could understand if we translate the triangle into something we know, for example as an allegory, like how the Song of Songs was entirely translated from vector to vector). Because there are always complications, motivations - a vector hits a wall, problems with other vectors, sacrifice, etc. Men have a stronger vector than women (biologically, including proving themselves), and therefore create more, except for one female vector of caring for a child, which can still create great literature (men created the Binding of Isaac, vector against vector).

This is why Buddhism is the culturally poorest religion because it's all about suppressing vectors. Christianity also suppresses the sexual vector with the ideal of abstinence, which is why the death of God was the revival of sex, and that was the depth of the matter - not what Dostoevsky thought (the death of morality), or what the Nazis thought was the revival of sex as race. Important vectors like love, sex, religion, or opposite vectors like death (actually the inversion of the positive life vector) have produced a lot of literature, with the important vector changing each time (meaning in each period one of the vectors becomes more important: in times of famine it could be food, while in times of sexual famine it's sex), and in the sixties a lot of art and culture was created around a new vector of drugs, songs of unrequited love for drugs, etc.

Therefore, literature and art will now be created around the vector of addiction to the internet and Facebook. Houellebecq, for example, is literature around the sexual vector, but what's needed is Houellebecq with Hanoch Levin who feels the pain of male sexual inferiority. All of feminism is a movement that came because the forces in sex are reversed between man and woman compared to other things, so when sex became a dominant vector, men became the weaker sex. Greed is also celebrating. And so these are the vectors that are operating: sex and money, and both are being replaced by addiction to technology, and this is the great story of culture and not Houellebecq.

Vectors like love and religion and fear of death and nationalism (war literature) and children and family continue to decline from their greatness, and their literature becomes uninteresting, and drugs have also died for now, assuming no new drug is found. The whole world is the replacement of vectors, that's all of history, the biggest motive. Once they wanted this way, and then for these reasons they wanted that way. For example, there's enough food. Once the average person had no chance of getting money, and in general the ways to get money were not sophisticated and it was only a byproduct of other things (honor, marriage, etc.), so it wasn't a significant vector, and there wasn't too much variety in what can be done with money. Therefore, the money vector began to create great literature only with the rise of capitalism.

But part of every vector is a story that's told. For example, the aspiration for social fame can still be revived. A new vector can be created or an old vector can be given power, if one manages to glorify it in literature and culture - it's bidirectional. That's how Freud really influenced. He defeated all competitors (Nietzsche, Wittgenstein, Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, Einstein, even Darwin), by understanding the vector of sex as central. Marx succeeded because he understood the importance of the new vector of money but acted in the wrong direction against it. And another who won is Turing. Freud and Turing and maybe also Rothschild. Therefore, the great literature of the period is that which will examine the collision between its two great vectors: technology and sex.

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