Greenberg, Uri Zvi

A bridge, four walls and a rafter for the lone and homeless poets as they roam through foreign lands to the many centers of the Jewish people's exterritoriality. Literary diffusion. I do not mean: mere talents, poets-in-the-making, or their publishable wares. Now is not the time for literary experiments. A generation is bleeding from the throat; puking from the mind. A lacerated age running or writhing in convulsions (winners' or diers' throes). Disruption in the depths. Smoldering on the plains. And the gifted ones are sparks, invisible in time of conflagration. They are but loners, confined in narrow places. Not to be confused with those whose spirit was nurtured in the Sturm und Ehrang and whose minds cleaved unto the universal: Man You-Are-Numbered-in-the-Millions.


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Jewish Theological Seminary
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November 15, 2012