Bluma

@bluma.bsky.social

Werewolf advocate, Golem appreciator. Writes a little about H. Leivick on https://blumalangerobertson.substack.com/

I’m kind of tracking a conversation here — Leivick’s אין טרעבליקע בין איך ניט געווען Shalit’s און אז איך בין אין טרעבליאנקע יא געווען איז וואס Korn’s ‘ער איז געווען אין טרעבלינקע — אויך דארט איז ער געווען’

I’m not sure what it says about me that when I got out of the car to take a picture of a hedgehog, my partner thought I was going to pick in up and bring it home with us in the car…

Ask the NHS what do about constant, unending pain and they tell you to tell your job that you can only work alternate Wednesdays at midnight and hire a maid. Ask your job for time to deal with the NHS and they tell you to make your appointments for Saturdays.

A very strange thing — often when I recall a passage in a book, if it’s something I read recently, I can just about visualise it on the page. The curious part is, I visualise it in English, even if it was not.

Trying to savour the last of our German pickles, but hard to make them last when my eldest has discovered she likes them. A whole pickle aisle there and not even a shelf here.

One thing I love is that no one outside of Yiddish knows how to parse Leivick’s name. I’ve seen everything from Haim to Henrik. Oh, and here’s Leonard Bernstein, too.

A black and white picture of three men in academic mortarboards. Leonard Bernstein and H. Leivick getting honorary doctorates from Hebrew Union College in 1958.

I learned Yiddish because when I contacted the YBC about a translation of ‘Der Volf, ‘ no one answered. Last summer, someone said they’d asked YIVO and they didn’t know. So I got off my arse eventually and here’s my rough and ready version. blumalangerobertson.substack.com/p/the-wolf-p...

The Wolf, Part One

All the sections can be found at these links: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven.

blumalangerobertson.substack.com

Looking at what I want to share before I wind this project up (at leas ton a weekly basis) and think I really have to sit down with a large interview.

Finally recovered enough from our last ferry ride to say how sick I was for those 14-is hours. our cabin was right on the bottom, no window, boiling. I have new respect for immigrant ancestors. And none at all for the bitch in the bar who sat at my table and made puking noises at me and laughed.

Once I spent a weekend dyeing white scrubs pink and buying rope as costumes for a play where the actors were foetuses in a womb who got high by kinking their umbilical cords.

Went to go see The Odyssey and once again, because I am wired backwards, I only know what’s next in the Odyssey because I’ve read Ulysses too many times (not out of my own free will, no)

Had a guy from Belfast on the phone today who kept calling me ‘darling’ and honestly, I was smitten. (I have no idea what people think of my accent.)

I can’t find it right now, but I will post it if I see it again — I read a review by a trans writer about Elliot Page’s character and performance in Nolan’s Odyssey that was just wonderful I think it’s beautiful people can look at the screen and see themselves and their experience there.