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Limmud: Bernard Kops & Dead British Poets
Dateline, Limmud UK: All the way here, I saw signs for Stratford-Upon-Avon. Banking on my last post, about the merits of visiting the graves of tzaddikim, I am trying to convince people here to come with me to hang out … Read More
Dateline, Limmud UK: All the way here, I saw signs for Stratford-Upon-Avon. Banking on my last post, about the merits of visiting the graves of tzaddikim, I am trying to convince people here to come with me to hang out with me at Shakespeare's final resting place. (If ''hang out with me'' means ''give me a ride,'' that is.)
Meanwhile, I have a new favorite writer: Bernard Kops. An 81-year-old British dude whose play about Anne Frank is going up in LA next week and soon in NYC, he did some amazing poetry — just sat down and started reading, his voice against the loud air conditioner. He has a singuar talent for the one-line zinger:
People always tell you
everything will be
alright.
You thank them
and shut the door
and lie awake all night.
About this, he said: ''I've suffered more from reassurance than I have from criticism.'' He also told us that, if politics changed anything, it would have been abolished years ago.
