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Opinion Shlomo Artzi's Israeli formula Israel today

2022-10-01T09:12:37.511Z


In the past they mocked Artzi that he could also compose a phone book • This is how the fact was missed that Artzi was an artist of an unconscious stream, a Facebook feed with thoughts and bits of life even before the invention of the social network


"I almost became Bob Dylan, a kind of old man, a bit of a band. I almost sang in Romanian, in Mizrahi, and in a shout. We almost burned all the pasta. We plowed through Alaska, with the lights off, it's almost eternal, it's almost temporary, our whole lives were almost destroyed."

If you didn't immediately guess who wrote these lines, you've been in relocation on Mars for too long.

Even if you are not one of his ardent fans, it is difficult to be a Jewish Israeli and escape the web of meanings and possibilities that his songs cast on the reality of all of us.

You don't have to read Kafka to know what a Kafkaian world is.

And so is the new land that was created in fifty years of creation under the sky of the Mediterranean Sea.

The land of the words and notes of the man who was born to be the prime minister of Eretz Shlomo - Shlomo Artzi.

The three episodes of "And my memories of the first - Shlomo Artzi a musical biography" (Hot 8) are a biography of the creator that the most Israelis have seen, bought, and in general the most of the most in Israeli culture.

This is an excellent series.

Exciting viewing for his fans as well as his haters.

The three creators of the series - Yaron Shilon, Amir Ben David and Maurice Ben Meur - were very impressed with the character of Shlomo Artzi and his work.

And throughout the series we are often exposed to a man who always gets lost through a balcony, an old car or any possible caesarean section.

The best interpretation of how Shlomo Artzi was created is provided by the writer Shiri Artzi, his daughter.

Artzi describes her father as the product of the second generation to silence the Holocaust, therefore he is "an atomic reactor that you feel pulsing and are aware of the danger of its leakage", on the one hand, and on the other hand he is "a bucket full of water, with a hole, it never accumulates" This is how the daughter explains the Asophistic desire And my country's inexplicable appetite to be loved and loved, and why for him the demand for love never ends.

As a biography of his life, "And my first memory" illuminates and reframes the story of my country.

The cheap searches and the climbs to the edge of the mountain, and especially everything that can be measured by the dates and the glorious numbers of the successes.

For the hard core fans of that place near Hadera between the sea and the sands - the Caesariones, the series will hit the nostalgia gland well.

Because it has a deeper glimpse into the life of the man whose secrets are apparently visible in dozens of poems, but in reality they are sun in his pockets.

The great challenge of any biography is to choose between the story of the creator and the story of the creation.

And here the series does not dare to cross the river and discuss the biography of my country's work, which in my opinion is the more important of the two.

It's been fifty years nationally is a conglomerate of broadcasting, songs, a radio program and a weekly column.

If you put everything together, then the whole creation of my country has created Israeli roads, midnight and place that remains as a sealed enigma, mainly to himself.

In the past they mocked my country that he could also compose a phone book.

Critics have criticized his poems for not connecting to any clear narrative.

Thus the fact that Artzi was an artist of an unconscious stream was missed.

A Facebook feed with Israeli thoughts and pieces of life long before the social network was invented.

Artzi did not compose the phone book, but the reality of those who lived in the phone book.

His songs were an unfiltered camera of the Israeli woman as she is, and no less important, as she wanted to see herself.

His "confused" songs moved from point to point as a reflection of a paradoxical, absurd, frenzied and ecstatic Israeliness.

An Israeliness that constantly oscillates between existential fear and whipped cream life with express happiness, and at any cost.

In the series it is mentioned that my countryman went out to plant his feet in the outskirts of Dimona and Beit Shean.

It is disappointing to find out that the move came from the desire to make a living, as a result of a mysterious donation that came from nowhere.

Artzi talks about falling in love with the people of the periphery as the basis for his later success throughout Israel.

But this is only a small part of the story.

Because the creation of my country was the bridge over which the second Israel moved from the margins to the center, in order to feel that it belonged.

Artzi was a member of an Israeli elite, the kibbutz and Tel Aviv were for him a childhood landscape.

With the appearance of a pilot in a National General Staff fleet he could easily be fortified in the fields of narcissistic engagements, who saw only themselves.

To be another one of the mourners of the lost paradise of the "old, beautiful and good" Israel, as opposed to the new, bad and ugly Israel - that is, Israel after the revolution.

Unlike his colleagues in the Israeli rock elite who saw far away as transparent, Artzi looked far away and saw Israel beyond the borders of Nahal Ayalon and the Jezreel Valley.

The beginning was difficult.

My young countryman was also guilty of stereotyping the Mizrahim - "Ezra carried motorcycles around the neighborhood, Bokubza robbed a bank in the corner, Bokubza is getting rich" he wrote in Games 26, and it was no coincidence that the show was shelved after three performances due to lack of audience.

As he admits in the series, the demand for the love of my country sought to break the bridge between the stage and the audience.

And when Artzi realized where his audience was, he included Vakanin from Kiryat Gat in his work, not as a hidden passenger, but as a partner to all the friends he had.

Like his uncle Topaz and Bibi, Artzi was a strange, excluded and rejected member of the elite.

His friends from the cultural elite mockingly called him - "Sharzi", says Yair Shargai in the series, who worked with Artzi in the seventies.

And emphasizes that my country was not part of the "Tsotva" priests.

As national revenge he registered the place in his name in the Israeli taboo.

With a song about a masked singer decades before the format was invented.

Artzi, who was hungry for the love of the audience, every audience and every audience, understood that now is the time in Mizrahit and the whole world is already singing Greece.

Unlike Jonah the prophet of Manman, Artzi did not wait for the day when the sea would return from its frown, and wrote kilometers of road maps to a new land.

Artzi, a nostalgia junkie, who at the age of 20(!) wrote a poem about the landscape of his childhood, realized that with nostalgia you don't go to Caesarea, therefore as a society we have no choice but to embrace the sorrow and say yesterday was good, but tomorrow will be too.

And when the next day came, he rewarded my country in a big way.

Artzi's career began to soar at the same time as the 1977 upheaval.

When the "scoring" generation of Mizrahi singers appeared, from Eyal Golan to Sharit Haddad - they did not ask for the economic success of the multi-millionaire in jeans and a black shirt, but for the recognition that they were complete Israelis as a symbol of complete Israeliness - nationally.

That's why they followed him to the place where the passport to the new Israel was stamped, not in a tavern, Tsavata or the Cultural Hall - but Caesarea.

In a twist of fate, the mockery of one elite became the standard of Israeliness for a new elite.

If you examine the songs of my country that have been given renewed performances by the singers from the other Israel, you will discover the desire to be part of that Israeli mix.

A combination of nostalgia for what is lost even if it is not certain that it ever was, whiny chauvinism, and success that flies in the face of its modesty.

But the illusory mix that Arzi concocted into his formula of Israeliness is also what makes his work a one-off phenomenon.

Except for cloned hi-techists, the current generation is no longer smart enough or has enough equity to buy an apartment in my country's world, and no longer needs the "bereavement" category on porn websites to talk about feelings.

In such a diverse and fragmented reality, there is no need for a fragmented view to unite Israeliness.

So if you are asking yourself who will be the next Shlomo Artzi, you didn't understand the song, no more flesh and blood.

To the question where there are other people like that man, the answer is, there aren't, there won't be, and it's a good thing - the bridge exists, they've already crossed it.

We have a country, why another one?

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Source: israelhayom

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