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- Kh’shlep arum a zak mit beyner
- Af di gasn tsu farkoyfn
- Keyner ober vil ba mir di skhoyre koyfn,
- Keyner.
- Pardon, kh’ob yo a koyne af ir getrofn.
- Darf er ober beyner hobn emesdike toyte,
- Nit vi mayne, lebedike un bahoyte…
- I drag around a bag of bones
- In the streets to sell,
- No one, however, wants to buy it,
- No one.
- Pardon, I did encounter a customer.
- But he needs real bones, dead in earnest,
- Not like mine, alive and still in flesh…
(I. Shraybman, “Zibn yor mit zibn khadoshim” (p.261)
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Painter, illustrator, maker of clocks & teller of tales, who travelled in a house on wheels to the edge of Dartmoor and now sits there amongst books and paint finding beauty in otherness..
This will be a sketchbook of ideas, visuals to inspire, and snippets from my own journey.
http://intothehermitage.blogspot.com
