Collective Unrest

 

Red Darkness

July 3, 2018

Missile alert in Beer-Sheva, 2008

I could not walk like this
And all the birds were red
And yet I walked like this
And all the birds were red
And the branches of the olive tree
And the people of the land of honey
And the sound of pouring milk
And all the birds were red

Eran Tzelgov is an Israeli poet, translator, scholar and social activist. He is the recipient of the “New Poets” award from The Ministry of Culture for his debut poetry collection “[S]elections” (2013), and the National Library Award for the his second book “Also the Cat” (2016). He is a founding-member of the independent publishing house Ra’av challenging the often “too homogenized” nature of the Israeli canon. He is the co-editor-translator of Chris Abani’s collection in Hebrew, currently working on the translation of Alicia Partnoy’s “La Escuelita” into hebrew (with Yael Dekel) and his third book of poetry

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