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Ronny Someck - his poetry



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Sonnet for the one who settle for less


Hear singer and the composer Chani Dinur sing 'Sonnet for the one who settle for less'.

Poem and illustration Ronny Someck.





Not me


I did not see the scars on the thighs of the women
Who were raped in Kishinev.
I didn’t pierce the moon on a spear of cypress.
I didn’t change the tire of the jeeps that were trapped
in Bab al-Wa’ad.
I didn’t pity the children in the Kindergarten,
and I didn’t run on the bridge that betrayed Jonathan in this place.
With Yona Wollach I wrote a hymn to the whorehouse of Fanny Hill,
And with Amichai I carried baskets of apples that we bought in old Jerusalem
from the stall of Abu Khalil.
In the wine shop in south Tel Aviv I twisted with Guri the cap on a Jonathan Walker
under the stars, with no excuse we got drunk outside.
With lines of Bialik I showed a few hungry-eyed women
a prostitute sitting in the window, and
the hammer of my great sorrows.
A national poet needs a different hammer that will nail
his feet to the ground
and again.

I maintain the right to hover.

Tr: Karen Alkalay-Gut







See the Yinon Muallem Quintet play and sing Ronny Someck's poem ' Antalya'.

Lyrics: Ronny Someck
Music: Yinon Muallem
Arrangement: Orel Oshrat

Yinon Muallem: Oud, Vocal
Sivan Oshrat: Vocal
Orel Oshrat: Piano
Meni Welt: Double Bass
Maayan Doari: Percussion

Recorded live at Alt Studios Israel
Mixed & Mastered at ADA studios Istanbul
Video Clip by: Nadav Ariel
Group Picture by :Rami Zarnegar

Booking: info@simplymusicland.com
Please visit to buy the cd: yinonmuallemquintet.bandcamp.com





Tel Aviv at Night


Hear Maya Belsitzman & Matan Ephrat sing and play Ronny Someck's poem 'Tel Aviv at Night'.





Poème de Bonheur




Poème de Bonheur

Nous sommes posés sur le gâteau
comme des figurines de maries
Quand le couteau tranchera
essayons de rester sur la même tranche

Tr: Michel Eckhard Elial





The Mouth



The Mouth

The mouth is like a stable gate
kicked open by a horse - a word.
"Giddyap," I shout to love,
"Giddyap, giddyap".
And it tosses its mane
bearing on its back a pile of flame
it plundered from wayside bonfires.

Tr: Vivian Eden





In front of bird food packages in a Belgium supermarket



In front of bird food packages in a Belgium supermarket

There are no tweets on this shelf.
Full birds
do not chant.

Tr: Shirly Someck