Nir Hay Goldberg lived a comfortable life as an artist in his native Israel. But, craving something different, he left all he knew to begin a journey on unfamiliar American shores.
Bright orange with brilliant rays of violent red
Blinding and binding me to the softened pink sky it floats in.
Did my life become reduced to
glass computer screens and shiny cellphone sheens;
I met with Asaf Goren in the apartment of his friend Guy, whose couch he used to sleep on, to discuss the release of his first album, Rachel.
Gather us all on this festive occasion
to consume the ingredients of the celebration.
Family, supper, moonlight, spirits;
daggers, demons, desolation.
Oh, what a tease is He!
Who dangles the prospect of love
in front of your nose
Ah, read receipts—the virtual signifiers of acknowledgement we love to hate.
A conversation with a foreigner I met recently really got me thinking about my identity as a Los Angeles native.
My new friend's words were, more or less, the following:
Slabs of immense lime
tell a story in themselves
of a people born in blessing, displaced, and back again.