{"id":1770,"date":"2020-03-30T12:45:34","date_gmt":"2020-03-30T12:45:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/?p=1770"},"modified":"2023-12-21T13:20:09","modified_gmt":"2023-12-21T13:20:09","slug":"tali-cohen-shabtai-israel-new-member","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/tali-cohen-shabtai-israel-new-member\/","title":{"rendered":"Tali Cohen Shabtai, Israel new member"},"content":{"rendered":"

Tali Cohen Shabtai, Israel
\n<\/strong>Member of IWA BOGDANI<\/em><\/p>\n

Tali Cohen Shabtai, is a poet she was born in Jerusalem Israel
\nTali began writing poetry at young age of six, she was an excellent literature student.
\nShe began Publishing her impressions in the school\u2019s newspaper.
\nShe firstly published her poetry in a respectful literature magazine in Israel the \u201cMoznayim\u201dat age 15<\/p>\n

Tali has written three poetry books:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cPurple diluted in a black\u2019s thick \u201c bilingual 2007
\n\u201cProtest\u201d bilingual 2012
\n\u201cNine years away from you\u201d2018,
\nTwo of her books are bilingual , and the third book\u00a0 \u201cNine years from you\u201d is scheduled to be published in foreign edition abroad.
\nTali\u2019s poems expresses spiritual and physical exile. Cohen is studying her exile and freedom paradox, Her cosmopolitan vision is very obvious in her writing Cohen Shabtai lived years in Oslo Norway, the USA. She is very prominent as a poet with special lyric”she doesn\u2019t give herself easily, but subject to her own rules”.
\nTali studied at the “David Yellin College of Education” for a bachelor’s degree. She is a member of the Hebrew Writers Association and the Israeli Writers Association in the state of Israel. In 2014, Cohen Shabtai also participated in a Norwegian documentary about poets’ lives called “The Last Bohemian”- “Den Siste Bohemien”,and screened in the cinema in Scandinavia.<\/p>\n

By 2020, her fourth book of poetry will be published which will also be published in Norwegian.<\/p>\n

To exit out the soul translated by Eitan Medini<\/strong><\/p>\n

I have to pave
\nThis road
\nFree of chasms<\/p>\n

Otherwise
\nMy wings will be
\nSplit
\nImmediately<\/p>\n

And my cloths
\nCloths of
\nA prisoner<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Twotranslated by Eitan Medini<\/strong><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t listen to songs
\nIn them the singer thinks in double
\nAnd indeed
\nTwo half exist in the buttock
\nIn the brain<\/p>\n

Last night
\nThe salesman offer me
\nat the books\u2019 desk
\nA book of collection of love songs
\nAnd I refused it.
\nThey are not different
\nThan nice letters which granted
\nA roof for two
\nBetween a sender and recipient
\nMost of them an absence of the
\nSender exists<\/p>\n

No need for this sensitivity to come
\nTo an expression
\nAnd to an accusations of humanity
\nSince the singles
\nAre many<\/p>\n

But with this to animate a lover in writing
\nIs an action with
\nFew steps
\nAnd often
\nEven overlapping
\nFrom – describing (the lover) by the elements
\nAs of \/ altar \/ idol, holy of holy
\nRitual and even a binding
\nUsing an exaggeration like this is a curiosity
\nAnd a distortion<\/p>\n

If we will confess this
\nkind of necessity
\nTo his second half according to the saying
\nOf \u2018the type of the most love stimulus \u2018
\nIs the one which provides the bodily proximity<\/p>\n

And love indeed distorting
\nThe deficiencies<\/p>\n

So let assume you understood
\nMy approach
\nTo the term love.<\/u><\/p>\n

Salonni\u00e8re translated by Eitan Medini<\/strong><\/p>\n

I live with a vieille dame
\nAmong her Prozac and cigarettes
\nShe welcomed me by a first introduction
\nWith Anne Sexton’s book in 1967<\/p>\n

She gave me a contract to stay neurotic in her
\nHouse
\nAnd behave like a
\nPetite Muette beside her bedroom<\/p>\n

At that time she looked like a hostess in a house of ill
\nRepute,
\nWalking like a salonni\u00e8re in her salon litt\u00e9raire (never with visitors)
\nWith that appearance of maison-close, then
\nShe invited men to clean her old furniture
\nFrom new dust<\/p>\n

I met her first seven years ago,
\nThe time it took for her foundation
\nTo blend un parfume
\nTo her taste
\nLess than the time it took me to find
\nThe favored delicacy for my
\nLady cat<\/p>\n

I barely could read her language, but \u2013
\nWe were aware to the provocation of
\nDouleur-pain.<\/p>\n

She would not be surprised by any disgrace
\nI would bring into my life
\nNeither by any sensation I would choose to have
\nIn my colors le matin.<\/p>\n

She warned me from being a
\nPo\u00e8te maudit \u2013 a cursed poet.
\nI watched her, I knew.<\/p>\n

It all started with a clothes cuprard.<\/p>\n

A nose with multiple facestranslated by Eitan Medini<\/strong><\/p>\n

When I lean
\nMy
\nFace downward
\nThe peak of my nose
\nLooks like upturned nose<\/p>\n

When
\nI turn sideward
\nMy nose
\nIs long
\nAnd sharpen<\/p>\n

When I am smiling
\nStraightforward
\nTo an item
\nIn front of me
\nMy nose looked
\nRounded<\/p>\n

I do have a multi faces nose<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My cattranslated by Eitan Medini<\/strong><\/p>\n

There is a strange silence
\nSomebody died on the sofa
\nMay be it\u2019s not the one by me who died
\nWhen I counted the number of the dead
\nIn this silence<\/p>\n

She has stolen the death, very fast
\nIn the breaks between
\nInhalation and exhalation
\nNo number of soldiers will
\nWorship the death of a newborn
\nOf 4.9 kg
\nWho has been to ashes
\nI have been with her
\nOne year<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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