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Yesterday I had the opportunity to screen the film You Don't Mess With the Zohan in a theater full of Dutch and Germans. The experience was every bit as discomfiting as it sounds. I won't go into to too much detail, as I have to save it for a column, but let's just say this: I'm not sure a lot of people here are quite ready to laugh at Jews yet, although they certainly have no trouble using them for football mascots.
Is this how the Indians feel?
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Radio
I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark
from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman
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