SIXTY-SEVEN, JANUARY 1, 2002
(Copyright © 2002 Al Aronowitz)
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is a poet and writer of fiction, non fiction and erotica. Her work has appeared
in Best American Erotica 95, 97, 99, 2001 and will be included in BAE
2002. She has also been published in Penthouse, LONGSHOT, The Unbearables,
Crimes of the Beats, Appearances, Downtown Poets, The Outlaw Bible of American
Poetry, Pink Pages, Beet and many other books and periodicals. Her poetry
books include Kamikaze Lover (Appearances 1999) and the just published Good
Bye Beautiful Mother (Low Tech Press 2001). Formerly a columnist for the now
defunct New York arts weekly Downtown, she now teaches erotic writing and
literature at the New School University.
transgressions against God, the day of atonement atones, for transgressions of
one human being against another the day of atonement does not atone until they
have made peace with one another."---Midrash
Union Square after the tragedy, thousands of people are trying to dispel the
darkness, lighting candles, clasping hands, singing Give Peace A Chance while the devil does the tarantella through the
heavens, holding the earth in his hand like a giant orange. At any second he may
pop it into his mouth and grind all our unfinished lives into bloody pulp.
I believe the words of the Hindu sage Marahanda---'to kill one is to kill ten
thousand?---my gut is screaming an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, get
Osama and his hellions, decimate the Mujadhin.
I tell my Catholic friend Mary this she says I feel this way because I am
Jewish, part of an ancient, primitive tribe. She says it is more evolved to turn
the other cheek, there is nothing more evolved than world peace.
get furious at her and yell, "When have the Catholics ever given the world
peace, what about, the inquisition, what about the popes who believe that women
don't have the right to control their bodies??
Jews, " I go on, "have given us Freud, Marx, Einstein."
laughs, "Yes, Einstein," she says, 'the father of the atomic bomb."
about Ghandi?? I scream. "Don't you know that Ghandi was really Jewish??
tells me I am insane and she is right I AM insane. Whether my eyes are shut
tight or open wide I see, running over and over in my head, the news clip of the
people jumping out of the windows of the WTC, their bodies falling like
go down to Maryland to spend Yom Kippur with my father. I sit in the auditorium
of the JFK high school among a thousand, well scrubbed, earnest Jews dressed in
their holiday best. These Jews are
not from my ancient tribe, they believe in the rule of law---the Torah, the book
of laws. With the rabbi they bow their heads in a silent prayer for peace.
hold my head high, savage in my nose ring and designer knock-offs from H&M
and think that all I believe in is sex and death. Yet during Kol Nidre,
the whisper of wings, I find myself reaching for my father's hand.
in NY, I prepare for the second session of the erotic writing course I teach.
For the first time in years the course is filled up, eighteen students. During
last week's introductions, at least half of them said they took the course
because they wanted to lift their spirits. I advised them to go out and have
some sex. It would both lift their spirits and give them something to write
stop my preparations for Class 2--?'the Petunia and the Pussy?---Erotic
Language, and decide I have to practice what I preach. I call up a man I have
just started to date but have not yet slept with. He is as battered as I am but
also, astonishingly, unbroken. I tell him I have to come over right away.
I get over there, I stand in front of him as he sits down on the couch and I
slowly take off my clothes. He seems startled and lights a cigarette but then he
gets into it. He puts the cigarette down into an ashtray and unzips his fly. He
takes his cock out. I like it. It is solid, thick with desire, upstanding, a
tree of life. He reaches his fingers up and pulls me down onto him by my
has a dog named Abraham Lincoln he has locked in his darkroom because I am
allergic. Still, at the moment of penetration I feel that itching sensation all
over my face that means I am breaking out in hives. But I don't let this
interrupt our ride. I concentrate on the heat between us, the building,
Midrash says to search for the sudden light that lights up the heart. I do not
know about the future of the earth, I do not know if this sorrow can ever be
healed but at least for this little while I have found what I was hoping for.
There is still miracle and wonder, this is the day of awe?
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