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The writer guy wakes up one morning miraculously inspired to work again. Mind you, he has had no contact with anyone from the outside in decades, except for the troll-like personage who brings him food twice per day through a little slot in the door, but with whom writer guy never exchanges anything but the most insubstantial dialogue (in the form of low harrumphs and taps of the foot). So writer guy has completely forgotten how to have a conversation with a normal human being… He has lost the capacity for live give-and-take. The idea that’s in his head for his next book is, therefore and accordingly, more than a little bit fukhakhde.

The gist of the plot of the book is this:

Borderland

Immigration is imperialism
in reverse. They come to us
to be our slaves
and do the dirty work. We give them all
a sense of club, a big idea,
the purity of will
to hate themselves. A foreign thing,
the body can’t digest,
can only die or kill.

poetry

If you asked me the question, I’d say…

“Yes, yes, I think so.”

My claims are…

1. A grandfather born in Russia, Jewish, and

2. A FEELING I have had all my life.

I’m from New York, I move my hands a lot, I get excited and my voice gets high.

I often remind people of Ben Stiller.

I admit, there are moments when I feel an INSUPERABLE difference between myself and legitimate Jews.

But, still, (and I can’t explain it at all — except through the below speculation), still, I WANT something in me to be acknowledged as Jewish by other people.

Here’s my theory: (more…)