treasures.

to find poetry in the likeliest of places, to find poetry in the unlikeliest of places, to collect it all into a treasure chest more valuable than pirate's booty, shinier than diamonds, and with weight more expensive than gold
jewsnotalone:

On July 26th, thousands of Israelis protested in Tel Aviv, calling on the Israeli government to stop the attacks on Gaza.

jewsnotalone:

On July 26th, thousands of Israelis protested in Tel Aviv, calling on the Israeli government to stop the attacks on Gaza.

To my fellow American Jews

"To those whose parents or grandparents were socialists and started unions before marching with Dr. King in Alabama. To those who despised George W. Bush and marched against the invasion of Iraq. To those who knocked on doors for causes they believed in while telling their children “be the change you want to see in the world”. To those who read poems at Bar and Bat Mitzvahs about “first they came for the…and I did not speak out because I was not a…” To those who instilled in me the unshakeable conviction that we must always stand on the side of the oppressed, even when no one else will.

But Israel is killing my Judaism. It is killing the Judaism you raised me with. How can I reconcile “stand with the oppressed” with supporting an army that drops white phosphorous gas on children?”

Resisting the urge to post on Facebook when I find myself considering the big mysteries. Save it for a poem, that would be good in a poem.

We all dream profusely every night, yet by morning we’ve forgotten ninety percent of what went on. That’s why poets are such important members of society. Poets remember our dreams for us.

Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.

—Isabelle Eberhardt, The Nomad: The Diaries of Isabelle Eberhardt (via introspectivepoet)

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Every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place you’ve never been to, perhaps more homesick than for familiar ground.

Judith Thurman (via introspectivepoet)

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