Pooch for narrator and ensemble

based on a painting ("Help!", 2023) and a testimony by Haran Kislev to the atrocities of the 7th of October

Composer: Yoav Tirosh
Ensemble: Jerusalem street
Narrator: Omri Peled
Conducting: Tom Karni

Recorded Live in Mishkanot Sha'ananim, April 2024

The text is taken from Ofir Hovav’s article:
" 'האמן הרן כסלו: 'אני לא צריך לדמיין כלום יותר. כל הפחדים הכי נוראיים כבר קרו לי"
published at 16.11.2023 in “Ha’aretz” newspaper, and was arranged by the composer.

I thank deeply to Haran and Ofir for their agreement to use the article's materials

*English translation for narrator’s text*
I remember the rustle noise of the pooch
blankets.

Every movement of pooch!

I explain quietly but firmly that they can’t
move right now. Every movement of pooch –
is death. Every bark of a dog – is death. I
explain quietly that they can’t move right now,
because it disturbs me listening.

There are many voices, all the time, and they
are fifty meters away from me, and then
twenty meters away, and there are many of
them.
Smell of burn, people yelling “help”, in my
whole life I haven’t heard such screams, this
kind of rustle that drives your brain crazy.
There are many voices [Smell of burn], all the
time [people yelling “help”], and they are fifty
meters away from me [screams], and then
twenty meters away [rustle that drives you
crazy], and there are many of them.
There are many voices [Smell of burn], all the
time [rustle that drives you crazy], and there
are many of them

There are many voices [burn], all the time
[crazy]
Burn crazy burn crazy........

Every movement of pooch –
Every bark of a dog –

I felt it in my bones. There was a stage in
which I didn’t hear anything and didn’t see
anything. Sivan says that at some point she
heard knocks on the door, but I wasn’t
hearing them anymore, I was focused on this
sound.
I felt it. There was a stage in which I didn’t
hear and didn’t see. Sivan says that at some
point she heard, but I wasn’t hearing them
anymore, I was focused on this sound.
I felt. I didn’t hear and didn’t. Sivan says, but I
wasn’t anymore, I was focused on this sound.
I felt. I didn’t. but I wasn’t anymore, I was
focused on this sound.
I wasn’t anymore, I was focused on this
sound.
I wasn’t anymore, I was this sound.
I wasn’t anymore, this sound.
I wasn’t anymore.
I wasn’t.

I explain quietly that they can’t move right
now!!!
There are many voices!!!
All the time!!!
It disturbs me listening!!!

I explain quietly that they can’t move right
now!!!
This sound!!!
Rustle that drives you crazy!!!
I explain quietly!!! This sound!!! Rustle that
drives you crazy!!!
I explain quietly!!! This sound!!! Rustle that
drives you crazy!!!
I explain quietly!!! This sound!!! Queit!!! This
sound!!! Queit!!! This sound!!! Queit!!!
This sound, this sound, this sound!!!

I felt it in my bones. There was a stage in
which I didn’t hear anything and didn’t see
anything. Sivan says that at some point she
heard knocks on the door, but I wasn’t
hearing them, I was focused on this sound.
this kind of rustle that drives your brain crazy
and will be engraved in it forever. I will never
forget this sound in my life - The rustle noise
of the pooch blankets.