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הֵנָּה בָּא ֹשַבְּלוּל
מָהִיר כַֹּשִינְקַנְסֶן הוּא
.נִרְאֶה לַאֲבָנִים


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רַק הַפֹוסְפֶנִים
בְּעֵינֵי הַֹשָמַיִם
.מַכֹּות הַבָּרָק

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;שֹותֶה בִּירָה, פִּי
כְּשִֹפְתֵי הָסַהַר, לֵיל
.פִּיחְמוּן כֹּוכָבִים







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Alon Schwartzman (C)2015 TLV All Rights Reserved

Alon Schwartzman (C)2015 TLV All Rights Reserved

ליונלה

ליונלה

רק החושך
ואף לא אחר
מחבק אותי
כנחש את החולדה
או כאהובתי את העובר שאני
מחובק אני
על ידי
רק החושך
ואף לא אחר

-ליונה וולך, חיפה

גַּף ֹשֶחוּבָּר לִי

---כְּבַר גַּפָּת פַנְטֹום---סַאלִי

.כֹּל זוּלָת, תֹּותָב

אמו"ש ©תשע"ה ת"א

'phantom limb'*

*'כבמקרא: 'אדם אחר

'prosthesis'*

The Lemoness, who reshowed me who it is I really am, when I had sort of forgotten...that even be I a poetaster of the most disastrous malverse and ode-ing perverse, still by nature, as much as an observant Jew as I will ever be, by Mitzvah, I am and always will be also a "tortured Poet" by temperament---thank you S***y Le******, Kibbutz Kvutzat Yavne, Israel, 2011-12/5772

AMO'Sh & Sylvia (a student of mine)

Shenyang, China

Winter 2011

Sylvia called this "Your Handsome Picture"

Blah. Hahaha.

B''H

I have successfully unicycled from Kuala Lumpur, the capital of Malaysia, to Singapore, a rich-a%$ islandopolis that happens to be country, too. It was a grueling trek. I am currently in Delhi, India and got shots unicycling with the Taj Mahal in the background at Agra. When I recover from this illness of the gut, I will try to get the pictures and "treatises" posted.

AMO''Sh Out.

Under a Tight Malaysian Hold

I have been unicycling for 3 days now, starting in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia---near the central bus station. Somehow I made my way out of the city and unicycled along the highway breakdown lane until the 265 KM mark to Johor Bahru, the city across the water from Singapore, and my penultimate destination on this leg of the (U)nicycle tour---from around the 327 KM mark in KL. The "Polis" spotted me and kicked me of the highway, the E2, at the Seremban exit. I wandered around Seremban aimlessly for what seemed like sun-scorched years, fearful the cops would trouble my progress again. None of the "town roads" appeared to be well enumerated and I nearly lost hope, plopping down near dogs in a remote highway underpass. Finally, walking along with my packs and my unicycle, I accidentally reached Route 1, which is rural enough that I can legally ride. I was most overjoyed.

My Aunt Brauna, Uncle Marc, and mother have very kindly decided to benefact me some funds to get me to Israel upon hearing of the recent heinous theft. Heinous because it was so "innocent"---carried out through the fingers of a child. I am much indebted to their kindness.
But they are family, it feels weird to talk to formally about it. Though it is the truth.

I unicycled down Route 1 through very rural areas, through Pedas at night (because there was no civilization where I might rest from jungle beasts lurking among the great palms looming over the road in great shadowed phalanxes of lurking hushed inner jungle hysteria), Chempau, Rembau. The next morning I continued to where I am now---Tampin. There are about 267 Kilometers to go until Johor Bahru. Now to save money, I'll find some town cave to doze in, like the ubiquitous awning'd bus stops along the rural routes. Soon we're to meet the Sabbath Queen once again and I will rest from unicycling and writing phenomenological notes and poetry on the rural Malaysian road side for a day and night.

This is AMOS''H. Out.