instants
                jammed up together like
rumors by the light of an insistently
                                                                ancestral politics, a
sequence of rapidly changing grue-
                                somenesses, the moronic ping-pong
                                                 chatter of a few newspaper
readers on a park bench, and you
                                                 youâre just enjoying the calm
under a low sky
                (in the theatre opposite theyâre rehearsing
                               Shakespeare ⦠âWe
humanistsâ¦â).
                                             You wait and then
                               you choose your moment between
                                                               the baby carriages
                               and the flock of mangy pigeons that
fly up in a sort of haute volée gobblingâ
                                                            You can picture them
                                                            with sev-
                                                ered
                               bloody heads in the gutter, a
              vivid daydream,
                                                  the bespattered extras in an
                                                                assassination flick (The
Murder of Leo Trotsky) or the usual
BBBBBB films ⦠but instead you just
                               gander on very slowly
            to the next
Etgar Keret, Nathan Englander, Miriam Shlesinger, Sondra Silverston