Sunday, December 30, 2007

השיר האמיתי ואז שלי:

לכל איש יש שם
שנתן לו אלוהים
ונתנו לו אביו ואימו

לכל איש יש סוד
שגרם לו אלקים
וגרמו לו אביו ואימו

לכל איש יש שם
שנתנו לו קומתו ואופן חיוכו
ונתן לו האריג

לכל איש יש סוד
שגרמו לו קומתו ואופן חיובו
וגרם לו האריג

לכל איש יש שם
שנתנו לו ההרים
ונתנו לו כתליו

לכל איש יש סוד
שגרמו לו ההרים
וגרמו לו כתליו

לכל איש יש שם
שנתנו לו המזלות
ונתנו לו שכניו


לכל איש יש סוד
שגרמו לו המזלות
וגרמו לו שכניו


לכל איש יש שם
שנתנו לו חטאיו
ונתנה לו כמיהתו


לכל איש יש סוד
שגרמו לו חטאיו
וגרמה לו כמיהתו

לכל איש יש שם
שנתנו לו שונאיו
ונתנה לו אהבתו

לכל איש יש סוד
שגרמו לו שונאיו
וגרמה לו אהבתו

לכל איש יש שם
שנתנו לו חגיו
ונתנה לו מלאכתו

לכל איש יש סוד
שגרמה לו חגיו
וגרמה לו מלאכתו

לכל איש יש שם
שנתנו לו תקופות השנה
ונתן לו עיורונו

לכל איש יש סוד
שגרמו לו תקופות השנה
וגרם לו עיוורונו

לכל איש יש שם
שנתן לו הים
ונתן לו
מותו

לכל איש יש סוד
שגרם לו הים
וגרם לו
מותו

Exchange

Standing on top of our hill of love,
Rolling kisses down the slide,
Words circling the center of the world,
Passion draping down the sides,
Pouring security through grass and rock.

And then
A volcano erupts through golden gates,
Glowing lava is burning our secrets
Till they are merely
Scattered letters, emotions and colors,
Cascading down a slope
Into a pit
Into the ground
Through the world
And into somebody else's heart.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

I am waiting on the corner of an edge,

Where lost thoughts fall

And lost memories seep

And broken hearts collide.

It's a pile here,

A pile of emotion

Drowned by rationality and routine.

I live where I am the negative of the positive,

The flower in the background,

Filling the scene with guilt and silent beauty.

I am the voice that's falling back

Through our regretful moves,

The simple laugh

That knots itself in awkwardness.

I am the existence of a complete cycle

Of dry letters that make dry words in dry sentences.

I am waiting on the corner of this life,

Where great minds end up

When there is no more room to let them explain

That we are all floating on the surface of a deep sea,

Glued to the ground of a vast universe,

Locked in a square,

In a room,

In a world.


I don't know where I belong.
Because here in this world there is Language, and I need another medium to express myself.
Here my footsteps are noted as monotone,
And n my home planet
my vision would be expressed by so many other beings in so many ways that I would be building myself upon the given, not through the negative. I would be able to choose words out of what they've said, rather than choose words that they've thrown away.
I would be a part of a schematic value, instead of being another mind thrown away into another corner of another routine.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

I found what's beautiful:
It's the human ability to notice and concentrate on one small hidden thing while the mind is filled with millions of other things.
I just came to a higher categorization and definition of things. I mean, I didn't know why it's so wonderful to look at something tiny, swaying in the wind. I think this is it. Or at least I'm getting closer to the truth of my analysis.
It's like when you can watch a leaf blow, a bug walk, or how you can stare into someone's eyes, while in the back of your mind you have all the bazillion complications and confusions of life, and you leave them aside for a moment, just to be able to Look.
That's Beauty.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Who would've known that on December 22nd (winter) the weather would be so beautiful and warm that we would be eating out back for lunch?

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Oh, I just forgot about scrapbooking.
I forgot that I like scrapbooking.
I should get to work sometime
Before I forget everything that I started

Ceci n'est pas une pipe / Rene Magritte


THESE ARE NOT LEAVES

Just like Magritte tried to shake reality with his surrealist art, I will try to shake reality, too. I'm starting from his point, and moving up, because I want to do a similar thing, in a different way.
He wants us to view reality all over again.

I'm sure that when he told people "this is not a pipe", the majority of humans looked at him and thought he was crazy.
Like when I'm trying to explain what I see, when I'm talking to a friend, a parent, or even an art teacher. They try to simplify my vision, tell me they have no fucking clue what I'm talking about, or just nod and walk away, forgetting that maybe there's another way to view the world.

Forget that people told you these things are "leaves".
They are not anymore.
Forget what everybody taught you.
Relook
At the shades, the angles, the melody,
The hidden beauty that is only hidden in your eyes.
To me it's very clear, it's right there.
Why do you all seem to pass it right by?


Saturday, December 15, 2007

Realizationism
Extraodinaryism
Simple Existincism
Beautiful Simplicism
It's Right Here-ism
Noticism
WHAT am I searching for?


Wednesday, December 12, 2007

I want to start a project.
Since everyone is entitled to self-expression, and since everyone's self-expression adds a new meaning and importance to the world, I want to give under-privileged children the opportunity to express themselves through art.
I want to collect art supplies- canvases, papers, wood, paints, paintbrushes, pencils, colored pencils, pastels, chalk, charcoal, crayons, water colors, etc, and then distribute them to children who don't have the money or the motivation to express themselves on their own.
I believe art is one of the greatest mediums for expression. Whether it's writing, drawing, painting, whatever it is, it helps us understand ourselves and the world we live in or the world we want to create, and I want every child to have the opportunity to get beyond the small square of passivity.
I want MY ART to be the beginning of A REVOLUTION

Everything is Beautiful

Everybody's Someone / Leann Rimes, Brian Mcfadden

And every day begins the same
Get up, go out, come back again
Same old, same old

A thousand faces pass you by
You never look into their eyes

You feel so ordinary
They feel so ordinary

Hey
Everybody's someone
No matter where you come from
there's light in every single star
You're more than who you think you are
And hey
Everybody's someone
And when it's hard to hold on
Remember you are not alone
This house is everybody's home

And every day we seem to chase
The perfect smile, the perfect face
Same old, same old
Same old

For every one who gets to shine
A million more are left behind
They feel so ordinary
You feel so ordinary

Hey
Everybody's someone
No matter where you come from
there's light in every single star
You're more than who you think you are
And hey
Everybody's someone
And when it's hard to hold on
Remember you are not alone
This house is everybody's home

From a king to a common man
We're all part of a greater plan
Oh
There's light in every single star
You're more than who you think you are
Hey
Everybody's someone
When it's hard to hold on
Remember you are not alone
This house is everybody's home

Hey

Sunday, December 09, 2007


f l y

For every thousand times your feet touch the ground and solidify your movements upon the still earth,
Take one leap into the air and give up that chance to be sturdy for the opportunity to be free.


Wednesday, December 05, 2007

The concrete and abstract beauty of the world / The systematic and random beauty of the world. (Which one is defined better?)
(These are for my art project)

The next day: My final title--
The undefined and abstract beauty of the world through all five senses.

Everyone is entitled to the right of expression
Every minority, child, outcast, human.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007


שיהיה לכולם חנוכה שמח =)

Monday, December 03, 2007

Updates about my art project...
I've narrowed it down (Yay, congratulations Miriam)
=)
So I think my theme will be Enthusiasm/Inspiration through the abstract beauty of the world.
And then I thought of another idea, too. The idea of smells- which has to do with memories and inspiration, too. Every precise shade of a smell raises a certain moment in the history of your memories.
So wait, before you get all huffy, just notice that I only raised TWO ideas now and that is a big accomplishment!!!
Yay, so if anyone wants to help me get farther... Is there a way to combine the issue of abstract beauty and smells? And how would I display the sense of Smell? I mean that's nearly impossible in art, it would be so hard. Is it worth a shot? So I guess I'll end up sticking to my first idea, abstract beauty. This might be hard to display, too, since I don't want to IMPLY anything in this project, I just want to have the viewer go into my head for a second. Like force him to feel the enthusiasm out of the beauty. It's possible. It's hard. It takes a real artist to do this. Will I manage?

Sunday, December 02, 2007

It's funny. People don't listen unless you give exact measurements. You can't just say "I am scared", because people will think you are over exaggerating a minor feeling. Instead, you must say "I suffer from a paranoia disease called blah blah..." and only then do they start caring.
You can't just say "I waited forever", because people will think you're exaggerating to get sympathy. Instead, you must say "I waited for 5 hours and thirty-two minutes", and only then will anyone realize how long you've waited.
You have to say "I've got seventy-nine fans" instead of "everyone loves me", or "ninety-eight people slapped me" instead of "everyone hates me".
You have to say "I am happier than five-hundred degrees of happiness".
"I was late to class because my grandmother's uncle's dog suffers from blah blah disease and I had to take care of him."
"I'm late for class because the bus took forty-seven point three minutes to finally come to the bus stop. And then after I got on it took another twenty-one and a half minutes to come to a full stop in front of the school, and it took me zero-point-nine-minutes to reach the door of this room". And all that shit

And
"I love you more than a bazillion roses and a bazillion tulips and a bazillion hugs."

Saturday, December 01, 2007

GIVING AWAY ISRAEL?!?!

The Palestinians showed a map of the "soon-to-be Palestine". It was a picture of all of Israel.
We can't pretend that we we will be able to live in peace with a divided country. They will kill us until they have us out.

In the time of Gush Katif, the belief of supporters of the expulsion was that now that the Arabs have land they will be happy, they'll fucking STOP THE TERRORISM. Those people were proven wrong.
Has the terrorism stopped?
In the past
two years the terrorism has gone down, not because the Palestinians are attempting fewer attacks, but because of a higher AWARENESS of the IDF. The IDF is protecting YOU from dying.
So who
naively thinks that by giving up parts of our holy country we will survive more? No, we will survive LESS, and prepare to say BYE-BYE to our Beloved Israel.

Israel was born,
And Israel will die.

WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!
cultivate peace
INSPIRE