Yamil Ostrovsky

Contra el fracaso del mundo sólo hay una defensa: el acto creativo. #KennethRexroth

[Karina Mariani @KarinaLMariani]

Artífices del resentimiento: los peligros del posliberalismo y su derecha 'woke'
El antioccidentalismo no es monopolio de la izquierda: Viaje a las entrañas del movimiento que quiere demoler la libertad civilizatoria.
Versión podcast👇🏻
https://t.co/aLO4IoqQUg

[Hillel Fuld @HilzFuld]

Spectacular. Award winning!

Incredible work, Asaf Miller / @travelingclatt

[Karina Mariani @KarinaLMariani]

https://t.co/yRlxY4TN6I

[Karina Mariani @KarinaLMariani]

Roca, la leyenda negra y el origen de la falacia de la Argentina villana

La demonización del prócer argentino revela cómo se tergiversa el pasado y explica cómo las leyendas negras terminan deslegitimando la historia de una nación.

Aquí versión podcast:
https://t.co/DOLeQE9vj8

[Kosher @koshercockney]

Wow. Got goosebumps listening to this.

What an incredible rendition of @BoyGeorge’s “We Will Dance Again” by British singer “Yamitmusic” on Instagram.

Would love to see even more covers of this.

Thank you to all standing with the Jews during such a dark time. It means the world.

“If you’re ever confused, I stand with the Jews”

[Rabbi Poupko @RabbiPoupko]

💥FRACE'S TOP WRITER RESIGNS DUE TO SKYHIGH ANTISEMITISM

Jean @quatremer, one of Europe's most outstanding journalists has RESIGNED his 40 year position at France's Libération newspaper, citing the mainstreaming of Antisemitism, writing:

"Since the pogrom of October 7th, it has transformed the hostility to the Netanyahu government, which I fully share, and the legitimate support for the Palestinian cause into a virulent anti-Zionism, a mask for unbridled anti-Semitism, as Vladimir Jankélévitch so aptly understood, which is the negation of the values not only of the left, but of the Republic.

People demonstrate in front of synagogues, attack Jews, shout “Heil Hitler” at demonstrations, and silence intellectuals, artists, scientists, and journalists because they are Jewish and therefore Zionist and therefore “genocidal.” Anyone, Jewish or not, who doesn’t subscribe to this ideology is labeled a fascist, based on a new kind of antifascism that is a carbon copy of the very thing it claims to fight, thanks to its violence—sometimes deadly.

As in the heyday of the USSR and the Comintern, the thought police reign with ideological terror through anathemas, slanderous denunciations, and a culture of cancellation. Jews are labeled as Nazis, Israel and Jews worldwide are accused of genocide, just as they were accused of deicide in the past, Israel's right to exist is denied—something no other country can do—and antisemitism is considered, at its core, to be just another opinion, no longer a non-negotiable value… Yes, all of this is permitted. But denouncing anti-Semitism and anti-Zionism, defending Israel's right to exist, challenging the claim that this country is committing genocide or organizing a famine, pointing out the use of civilian populations as human shields by Hamas terrorists, questioning the instrumentalization of UNRWA or the UN by Islamists, ah, no!"

[Boy George @BoyGeorge]

So many people are calling me and saying I should pipe down and let it blow over and while they mean well I'm afraid it's not an option.
Doubling down works for Donald Trump and we share a birthday with Che Guevara, Alan Carr and Paul O'Grady.
What a supergroup that would be. Move over Steps.
What is most shocking is the amount of gay folk attacking me but I am smart enough to realise that what you are cannot disguise who you are. No gay person speaks for an entire community and if you support terrorism you can in the words of Divine 'Take your toolkit and go fuck a garage'.
When I say 'they want to kill every last one of us' I am also talking about us queers not just the Jewish community. When will you wake up?
Regardless of which side you take, I am disgusted by anyone who posts hatred against anyone but refuses to show their face.
If you have something powerful to say then you should have the guts to show the world who you are but most, if not all of you, are unwilling to show your faces and the only reason is self interest.

[Boy George @BoyGeorge]

The truth has a habit of revealing itself!

[James J. Marlow @James_J_Marlow]

BOY GEORGE: "I have Jewish friends since the age of 15. Why do I have to explain myself?... This is a non-conversation!

Why should anyone have to explain or justify having Jewish friends or supporting Israel?

Nobody is expected to defend having Christian, Hindu, or Muslim friends. So why should friendship with Jews or support for Israel be treated any differently?

[Karina Mariani @KarinaLMariani]

https://t.co/Xw7QAQhZeT

[Yamil Ostrovsky @Yamil_ostro]

maravillosa versión para festejar el Día de Jerusalem

[Nazi Hunters @HuntersOfNazis]

Best song for Jerusalem Day ✡️🇮🇱

Enjoy! 🔥

[The Mossad: Satirical and Awesome @TheMossadIL]

This is why antisemitism is a disease. Great explanation.

[LOS MEJORES LIBROS @Bibliomaniatico]

«Todas las cosas ya fueron dichas, pero como nadie escucha es preciso comenzar de nuevo»

André Gide.

[Borges, Jorge Luis @BorgesJorgeL]

F.S. ¿Le agradaban los cuentos fantásticos de Julio Cortázar?
J.L.B. Sí, me agradaban, y ocurrió un pequeño episodio... ¿Se lo he contado ya?
F.S. No.
J.L.B. Yo me encontré con Cortázar en París, en casa de Néstor Ibarra. Él me dijo: "¿Usted se acuerda de lo que nos pasó aquella tarde en la diagonal Norte?" "No", le dije yo. Entonces él me dijo: "Yo le llevé a usted un manuscrito. Usted me dijo que volviera al cabo de una semana, y que usted me diría lo que pensaba del manuscrito". Yo dirigía entonces una revista, los Anales de Buenos Aires (una revista ahora indebidamente olvidada), que pertenecía a la señora Sara de Ortiz Basualdo, y él me llevó un cuento, Casa tomada;37 al cabo de una semana volvió. Me pidió mi opinión, y yo le dije: "En lugar de darle mi opinión, voy a decirle dos cosas: una, que el cuento está en la imprenta, y dentro de unos días tendremos las pruebas; y otra, que ya le he encargado las ilustraciones a mi hermana Norah". Pero, en esa ocasión, en París, Cortázar me dijo: "Lo que yo quería recordarle también es que ése fue el primer texto que yo publiqué en mi patria cuando nadie me conocía". Y yo me sentí muy orgulloso de haber sido el primero que publicó un texto de Julio Cortázar. Y luego nos vimos un par de veces en la Unesco, donde él trabaja. Él está casado —o estaba casado— con la hermana38 de un querido amigo mío, Francisco Luis Bernárdez (otro poeta que hubiera debido mencionar, y que no he mencionado porque la memoria suele fallarme: yo admiro a muchos escritores...). Bueno, como le decía, nos vimos creo que dos o tres veces en la vida, y, desde entonces, él está en París, yo estoy en Buenos Aires; creo que profesamos credos políticos bastante distintos: pero pienso que, al fin y al cabo, las opiniones son lo más superficial que hay en alguien; y además a mí los cuentos fantásticos de Cortázar me gustan. Me gustan más que las novelas suyas: creo que en las novelas él se ha dedicado demasiado al mero experimento literario, a ese experimento del que no diré que inventó, pero del cual abusó William Faulkner y que se encuentra también en Virginia Woolf: el hecho de invertir el orden cronológico en la narración —que me parece el orden natural— y de contar las historias barajando un poco el orden en que ocurren los hechos. Pero aquí pienso (lo que sin duda se ha dicho también) que eso es lo que ocurre deliberadamente en todo relato policial. Porque realmente un relato policial empieza por el último capítulo, y todo el libro ha sido hecho para llegar al último capítulo, lo cual condice con la estética de Poe, inventor del género policial, que dijo que un cuento debía escribirse para la última línea. Eso, desde luego, puede producir cuentos admirables, pero, al mismo tiempo, a la larga, tiene algo de trampa. Creo que pueden escribirse cuentos que no estén escritos para la última línea. En todo caso, no sé si antes de Poe, o antes de Hawthorne quizá, alguien intentó ese tipo de cuento: pero creo que pueden escribirse cuentos que sean continuamente agradables, continuamente emocionantes y que no nos lleven a una última línea de mero asombro o de mero desconcierto.

[Yamil Ostrovsky @Yamil_ostro]

@Olivermamn Éste guionista leyó a Ítalo Calvino

[Adi @Adi13]

“My mother survived hell… and still taught me to love life.” -
Gene Simmons ✡️

By Gene Simmons

My mother’s name was Florence Klein.
She was a young Jewish girl in Hungary when the world decided that we were not human.

She had dreams.
She had family.
She had a simple life.

And within months… everything disappeared.

The Nazis sent her to a concentration camp.
They took away her name.
They turned her into a number.
They stole almost everyone she loved.

She saw the worst of humanity.
Hunger that bends the body.
Cold that pierces the bones.
The constant fear of not waking up the next day.

But there was something they could never take from her.

Her identity.

She survived the Nazi extermination camps not because she was the strongest physically…
but because she refused to let her spirit die.

When the war ended, she was alone in the world.

Alone.

And do you know what she did?

She didn’t choose self-pity.
She chose to rebuild.

She immigrated to Israel.
She learned Hebrew.
She worked hard.
She became a nurse.
She saved lives… after having come so close to losing her own.

Then she made an even braver decision:
To bring life into the world.

I was born in Haifa.
I grew up knowing my mother had walked out alive from a place where millions could not.

She didn’t talk much about the horror.
But her silence screamed history.

She taught me discipline.
She taught me pride.
She taught me that being Jewish is not just a religion.
It is memory.
It is resilience.
It is victory.

Years later, when I became Gene Simmons of KISS, when I stood on stages before thousands of people, with fire, lights, and roaring guitars…

I wasn’t just a rock star.

I was the son of a Holocaust survivor.

Every applause was an answer to the attempt to erase us.
Every sold-out arena was a message to the past:

“You failed.”

My mother never sought fame.
Never sought recognition.
But her very existence was an act of historical defiance.

The Nazis tried to turn the Jews into dust.

She became a root. 🌿

She built a family.
She raised a son who would conquer international stages.
She lived long enough to see Israel strong.
To see her son succeed.
To see that the Jewish people did not disappear.

That is victory.

Not the victory of power.
But the victory of survival with dignity.

My mother taught me that hatred does not build empires.
Perseverance does.

That fear paralyzes.
But identity liberates.

And that when the world tries to define you as a victim…
you can choose to be invincible.

She survived hell.
And from her ashes… I was born. 🔥
Am Israel Chai.

[Ankor Inclán @ankorinclan]

Dijo una vez Stanley Kubrick: "La falta de sentido de la vida obliga al hombre a crear el suyo propio. De niños, todo nos asombra, pero al crecer, el miedo a la muerte nos arrebata esa pureza. La vida nos enfrenta a la pérdida, al dolor, a la indiferencia del universo. Pero si somos lo suficientemente fuertes, podemos atravesar esa oscuridad y renacer con un propósito propio. No recuperaremos la inocencia del asombro, pero construiremos algo más sólido: una razón para seguir adelante. Porque no importa cuán vasta sea la oscuridad, nuestra misión es proyectar nuestra propia luz".

[King of Fårö @KingofFr1]

Que las imágenes pueden ser traicioneras y funcionar como bellísimos signos de ausencia es algo que Antonioni plasmó en uno de los finales más curiosos del cine: "Blow-Up" (1966) es un sutil juego de espejos que nos tiende la mano para que descifremos líneas que nunca existieron.

[Karina Mariani @KarinaLMariani]

Presente.
2nd INTERNATIONAL CONFERENCE ON COMBATING ANTISEMITISM

[🇨🇱 Sigol Gantiel 🇮🇱 @GantielSigol]

EL ORGULLO DE SER JUDÍO Y MOSTRARLO.

Los fanáticos de Billy Joel se sorprendieron en el último recital del cantante en el Madison Square Garden.
El cantante, salió al escenario luciendo una chaqueta negra con una estrella de David amarilla cosida en el pecho.