הפוסט Propaganda הופיע לראשונה ב-Aviva Derenowski – Poet.

הפוסט Sweetness has no measures הופיע לראשונה ב-Aviva Derenowski – Poet.

The Father – is obsessed with his career because of his involvement with his family. He’s a caricature of an intellectual who is emotionally infantile and blind to what is happening with his wife.

The Mother – The Mother is emotionally unstable, driving with her kids in the car towards a hurricane, leaving the Father at home with the baby. The kids in the back of the vehicle are terrified, and she says – It’s all for a reason!, Calm down. That behavior demonstrates an irresponsible grown-up. She is obsessed with Benny, a friend of the family she drags along from state to state, and in the end, she renounces her family in California to live with him happily in Arizona.

The Gentile World – is ignorant and antisemitic. Some devote themselves to converting the Jews, like Sam’s girlfriend; others persecute and ridicule them by calling them “kike” and “Bagelman” instead of Fagelman, the protagonist’s last name.

The Jews – are the only house in the neighborhood without Christmas Lights. The Jew would do anything to buy the gentile’s protection, as Sam did in the movie Ditch Day. Sam presented the gentile as a hero to buy a piece of mind for a short while.
Sam dates a devoted Christian girl hoping to marry her, oblivious that the girl would never marry outside of her religion.

As a teenager, Sam makes a short Western where the hero walks alone into the horizon after reflecting on his triumph since all his friends are dead. At the movie’s end, Sam walks alone with no strings to his past.

Everything in the movie is professional. The actors are excellent, the music is melodic, and the filmmaking is flawless, but what is the message?

What’s the reason for making this movie?

To show a sad world, imperfect people in an aimless life.

הפוסט A critique of the Movie “The Fagelmans” הופיע לראשונה ב-Aviva Derenowski – Poet.

הפוסט Exodus הופיע לראשונה ב-Aviva Derenowski – Poet.

I lived in the Land of Honey for forty years.
Why was I there?
Because people treated each other like family, nobody heard me. They pushed their finger where it hurt and said: “It’s good. You’ll love it; hold back a little and see how good it is.” I held on for forty years.
During that restraint, I learned to shout when it hurt, cry when it bothered me, interfere with what did not concern me, and rejoice when someone was kind.

When someone was kind to me, I fell in love. I thought he was special because he saw the good in me, the supporter, the compassionate, and the generous. That spark didn’t last. After a while, he remembered that I was not what he needed, not someone he loved. I moved him to the pile of those who left me without saying goodbye.

I left Israel. I left the despair, hoping to find a man to start a family. I left those who told me at length what was wrong with me. I went without saying goodbye.

What’s wrong with me? I could write an encyclopedia about what’s wrong with me. I’m still crying, screaming, sobbing, and shedding tears over everything wrong in my world. I’m sick of it.

I’m tired of seeing what’s wrong with me and the world. I’m tired of begging people to love me and give me a chance.

Give me a chance! Do you give peace a chance? No. Stability has no chance because it’s not painful, unfamiliar, or honest.

Why waste time on reasons? It’s all a matter of feeling. Today it’s exciting like this; tomorrow, it’s exciting like that. People think I attack them, attacking Israel, threatening what they love. So why do I think I’m talking and no one hears me?

I love the language, people, the sea, and the land. I love the Israelis and Palestinians. I love the vaccinated and the unvaccinated.

Still, out of love, I can’t stay so close. That’s why I left after staying in Israel for forty years.

I can’t stay so close because it burns my soul, my sanity, my logic, my perspective.

There’s no perspective in Israel. Everything burns. All or nothing, war or peace, together or separately, love or war. Two or nothing.

I’m in favor of two.
So who are the two? You and me? God and I? Mom and I? My husband and I? My children and I? Me and me?

Me and me? What is it? Who is it? Who is alive, and what is the echo? My echo magnifies me and shows me what I can do. I could do that in Israel. See where the echo is? Where are the options? Where is the edge that I can stretch?
The edge that I can stretch for good.
That’s where I’ll go.

הפוסט Why I left Israel? הופיע לראשונה ב-Aviva Derenowski – Poet.

הפוסט Zuihitsu הופיע לראשונה ב-Aviva Derenowski – Poet.

What was wrong with him?

He was enraged and fearful. Expressing his rage, he ended the life of a beautiful monarch butterfly.

I approached him from behind and touched him lightly as if he were a butterfly. He shuttered, and his eyes were full of tears.

He turned around and threw his arms around me. His crying turned to sobbing.

I said, “Your father will come back. He’s in the hospital now, contributing to the virus cure. At the end of the day, he will be home.”

My voice soothed him, and he sighed in relief. He trusted me the way I trusted nature. It is all for the good.

He picked up the remains of the butterfly and buried it in a little hole in the ground, adding a prayer from his heart. “Forgive me, dear friend. I didn’t know what I was doing.”

הפוסט Crushing a Butterfly הופיע לראשונה ב-Aviva Derenowski – Poet.

הפוסט A New Beginning הופיע לראשונה ב-Aviva Derenowski – Poet.