The Harvard Moon Does Not Shine
Lenore Weiss
Everything is falling apart in a country where opinions float like money but we have no
facts, which makes us stupid and lazy and monolingual so I rename myself DoAnne
which rhymes with Joanne who has a large chain of fabric stores in the Bay Area where
the autumnal rains have arrived early and fog sits in ruffles over the Bay like a bag of
soggy potato chips. I intend to repattern myself but I’m not sure what that means except I
know it will require a trip to the store and that makes me happy because I’ve been bred to
consume. But will the civic center hold, a question asked by Alexis de Tocqueville at a
time when Ben Franklin held the winning hand and the new nation didn’t want to know
from madam. I’m getting too old to just sit around and watch sand run out, even Dorothy
in the Wizard of Oz knew she had to fly with the monkeys, so I vow as Big Momma of
the Empty Nesters to fight for truth and justice and the Palestinian state. Then maybe to
find a way as a Diaspora Jew to understand the humor of a God who does a number about
the “chosen people,” puts us through hell for thousands of years to burn off any
impurities, fixes us up in a nice little place to have Israel become as stupid as the next
nation state. Feh! There I said it.
Lenore Weiss
Everything is falling apart in a country where opinions float like money but we have no
facts, which makes us stupid and lazy and monolingual so I rename myself DoAnne
which rhymes with Joanne who has a large chain of fabric stores in the Bay Area where
the autumnal rains have arrived early and fog sits in ruffles over the Bay like a bag of
soggy potato chips. I intend to repattern myself but I’m not sure what that means except I
know it will require a trip to the store and that makes me happy because I’ve been bred to
consume. But will the civic center hold, a question asked by Alexis de Tocqueville at a
time when Ben Franklin held the winning hand and the new nation didn’t want to know
from madam. I’m getting too old to just sit around and watch sand run out, even Dorothy
in the Wizard of Oz knew she had to fly with the monkeys, so I vow as Big Momma of
the Empty Nesters to fight for truth and justice and the Palestinian state. Then maybe to
find a way as a Diaspora Jew to understand the humor of a God who does a number about
the “chosen people,” puts us through hell for thousands of years to burn off any
impurities, fixes us up in a nice little place to have Israel become as stupid as the next
nation state. Feh! There I said it.
