Terra Firma

Globe emojis and triple parentheses around Jewish names

on alt right/anti-Semitic dark websites

and Breitbart in the very light of day.

The triple parenthesis:

Inauthentic name – bogus so-called – not of the soil — not true to the blood of the nation

Cosmopolitan

                       Groundedness. – I wrestle with the accusation that is the lack thereof.

– What I take the three parentheses around the Jew names to indicate.

An accusation that one can’t easily talk or write one’s way out of.

(((KLEIN))) – I try it on for size.

Chthonic – of underworld gods and spirits. Of the black earth itself.

Chthonian – Arising into the mystic America via the quite mean cracked streets of Brownsville, Brooklyn.

Triple parentheses/Global emojis fixed upon my head for the Cosmopolitan inside me.

                       A six-floor walkup in the Village for the last forty-five years – two floors above what the most discerning and fastidious brothers Goncourt decreed in their journal as the absolute bourgeois maximum.

I decide these queer joyless bastards will not define me in my own mind.

                       A machete hung on the wall within easy reach, an 8-inch dagger in my filing cabinet, a street legal 9mm in a lock box in my study, a loaded .38 in the top drawer of my night table. Come as you are, if you please.

Trump Poem

TRUMP KISSES A FURLED AMERICAN FLAG
Mouth full of Tic Tacs?

Way lower than a pussy snatch –
The flag utterly defenseless
against his depredation.

For the cameras,
for the fog-bound crowd.

Loveless, soulless
shell of a man

By Ivan Klein

Journal entry of the Romanian poet and novelist Mahail Sebastian March 26th, 1941

“More moving, however, was Eugen Ionescu, who again came to see me yesterday morning. He was desperate, hunted, obsessed, unable to bear the thought that he may be barred from working in education. A healthy man can go mad if he suddenly learns that he has leprosy. Eugen Ionescu is learning that not even the name “Ionescu,” nor an indisputably Romanian father, nor the fact that he was born a Christian – nothing at all can hide the curse of having Jewish blood in his veins. The rest of us have long since grown used to this dear old leprosy, so much so that we feel resignation and sometimes a kind of sad, disconsolate pride.

I have been reading Shelley the last few days. It is a great pleasure.”